The most ungratifying thing in the world…
is loving someone who has absolutely no remorse, no concept of self-evaluation… and the few times they may bring themselves to question anything that’s gone on, they exist in the pleasing comfort of their self righteousness and are left only reassured of how little wrong they’ve done.
You love them. You don’t know why, because they give you little reason. You don’t leave sometimes because you know that by leaving you’re only hurting yourself. And then you continue to exist in a cycle if pointless self-inflicted hurt… all because you cannot leave something worth leaving.
Pathetic.
