Summary: Knowing you can’t do anything to help someone is one thing, but knowing that that person doesn’t realize how much you love them and then they don’t want the help makes you feel useless. This feeling for someone you love is not the best feeling in the world. You know there’s something you can do but just don’t know what, and imagining him dead… just… kills the person inside you to a point that you don’t want to live anymore. I don’t think he realizes. This is not a joke to me. These feeling are real. He means everything to me, maybe more than he’ll ever realize. Losing him, ever, will just literally kill me. When I say you mean everything to me I mean everything, even my own life. I just wish he’ll understand and everything will be better than it ever was… I can only hope. Think I’m crazy? I’m just starting to believe I really am. My name is Ginger and this is my story.