This is sick, all of it, grotesquely sickening. This co-dependent, flesh-consuming, parasitic “relationship” is what we crave. We’re ravenous beasts, that’s just who we are. We hurt each other past the point of forgiveness. The things you’ve yelled at me in a passionate, heated rage, undoubtedly, unforgivable. The things I’ve done to you in my periods of momentary psychosis, unspeakably, unforgivable. This is clearly and painfully sickening. I can’t help but ask myself, “Why do I stay in this volatile battlefield, we’ve mistakenly called a normal relationship?” But even more confusing, why do you stay if you hate me? Nothing seems normal anymore. It’s demented, but I love being your obscurity. And I know you love being my parasite. It’s all so sick, but we both know we love and need this.