I have a life to live not a world of babysitting

So I've blogged a lot in my life, about my problems and everything I feel. It’s often come back to bite me in the butt - but I don't care, it helps me feel better. I haven't bogged in months to tell the truth, but I think it’s about time I did again. Other wise I might die.

For me I've been in college for one and 3/4th years. Almost done with my 2nd year. Well in my first year at college I met this guy, started dating him and fell in love. (Love sucks!) The first year had problems, but who doesn't. I stuck with it. Then this year started (my sophomore year) I was still with that guy (and still am ;/) At first it was ok, I mean we hadn't really seen each other for 3 months so it was a bit odd. But after a week it was all better.
There was on big difference though, he had changed. Change is good right? No, not this kind of change. He started doing pills to run away (his mother was deathly ill and passed away in October) so understandably he was in pain. I tried to get him to see that pills were not the way, but he didn't care. During this time he also began drinking. Not just the weekend party - no there was no weekend party it was only 3 pm right after class 6+ shots. Everyday.
I didn't know what to do. (Still don't) I tried everything but nothing ever worked. I cried every night, I told him I hated it and that something had to change...it didn't mater to him.
I was willing to support him in any way I could with his mother and his feelings with that. I even suggested he go see someone. He just got mad. So I never brought it up again. The drinking just got worse after she passed...and at the start of December I was done with it.
You see I use to make sure his ass was in bed and he was all clean and what not, (in our dorm there is a nice lobby and he would just pass out down there, and me being who I am I couldn't dare let him stay down there for the cops to find him, so I would embarrass myself by pulling on his limp body trying to get him off the floor/chair/sofa. People would look but no one ever said anything... they didn't know what to say I guess - I hated it but I did it because of that stupid thing called Love) but I stopped that. I started just leaving him where ever he fell (literally) in December. Most of the time it was on the sofa in his room. His roommate would offer to help and I would say no, let him say where he is. So he would leave him there. This some how hit home for him, and he started to change. Then a month long break came along.
He went back to his home - full of very bad influences - from everyone there.
So that needless to say didn't help him. Then this semester came along...He relieved he didn't need to drink to be happy and that life was better with out it. I was so happy.
I voiced my happiness. I made it so clear that it meant the world to me that he didn't drink or do pill. But that didn't last to long, I'd say oh not even a week. He would drink and he would drink too much. Guess where I'd leave him?
He started going over to his friends house (at all hours of the night) because there wasn't anyone there trying to get him to stop his drinking. Hell his friends are just as bad if not worse then him. I was requested to go get him when ever he wanted to come back. This would be at all hours of the night. And I being the stupid person I am would do it.
So at all hours of the night during school nights there I was getting his ass of some sofa dragging him to the car. One night he told me he want to stay just a few more minutes because he wanted to munch on some chips to calm his stomach. I was like "ok". So as we sat there he in his drunkenness puts his arm around my neck and tries to pull me close. It’s not doing that its chocking me instead. I say that quietly to him, as to not embarrass him in front of his super drunk friends. And he gets mad saying if he was really chocking me he'd do this. And he tries to chock me. I get pissed and firmly say stop and he does. Then he says "promise me that you won't get mad at me no matter what." Me "ok" him - "when we leave don't get mad when I call you "the bitch" ok?" me - "FUCK NO! YOU WILL NOT SAY THAT ABOUT ME!" and it went on from there. Some how in his mind it hit home and he realized he was being a stupid prick. So we go back to the dorm - the end (of that night)
Another night, I was requested to go get him at 12:30. Ok I will, so he calls at 12:30 "don't come get me, get me at 1:30" Ok fine, 1:30 comes along "don't get me now wait 30 minutest." 2 something o’clock rolls around I'm tired I can't sleep. I call him saying if he wants back he's coming back now, and what do I get from him...."30 more minutes"
Nope that didn't happen, I went to go get him (why cause I'm stupid) Get there just walk right in I don't care. Find him passes out on a sofa (that’s nothing new). I go over and try to wake him up(and really embarrass him cause he's with his friends now (and they matter the ppl in the lobby don't) and I’m pulling on his arms - slapping his face - the normal shit I do to wake his sorry ass up), I get some kind of response, "call me when you get here, I want to stay here, leave me alone..." and Bull like that so what do I do. On the verge of tears I look to his friend (who is somehow not passes out) and say "You can fucken deal with him, I'm done!" and I walk out the door. His friend rushes over (why idk) and tell my boyfriend that he needs to get up cause I'm leaving. And WOW it works.
So in the car back to the dorm nothing much happens, I stay quiet because I'll probably kill him with words if I talk. We get to the parking lot at the dorm I pretty much have to pull him out of the car, where he proceeds to run around in circles cause that’s how shit faces he was. I tell him I'm leaving him there. And I pretty much do, I leave him enough for a drunken person to think they are alone. And he starts to cry. Well this goes on for over 30 mins. (mind you it takes 2 to get from one end of the parking lot to the door) we finally make it to the dorm. YES - and where does he sleep that night? The sofa! Cause that’s where he layer out. And Like I said I've stopped moving him from there.
So that next morning he says he's sorry and it will never happen again. And I tell him if it does I'm gone for good.
And he hadn't been gone since then. Until a week ago. (And the time from then to now over a month and half has been full of drunken stupid rampages not once a week but lets say 4+ a week)
So a week ago he's gone off his ass (nothing new once again) we have along fight me sober him fucken shit face drunk - so he doesn't remember it. Well I'm yelling he’s yelling and I tell him I'm done. I take all my stuff out of his room and put it in the hallway. As I'm opening the door he slames it shut, I open it, he slames it shut. I tell him to fuck off and I walk out the door (holding my microwave...0.o he doesn't have one or a roommate so I let him use it STUPID!) I look to my right and who do I see, his RA. FUCK!
If he goes and checks on my bf not only is my bf fucked but so am I because I didn't turn him in. So I look to the RA and say I'm sorry it’s just a big fight (leaving out that half a half gallon of vodka is gone) I come back in to the room find his seat mate by the bathroom door. (He had been involved earlier that night when HE fell into the shower) So I ask his seat mate to take the vodka out of the room because I don't want the RA to find it if he does come in.
Well the RA never comes in, and his seat mate feels its best to poor out the rest of the vodka. OK fine by me. The next morning comes along. One of the first things out of HIS mouth is "where is my vodka. Go get my vodka." I tell him I can't, and why. And he nearly killed me (not really he was just super pissed at me, not his seatmate but me.)
He was mad because I gave it away. It was my entire fault that it was gone. And he made it very clear that I owed him a new FULL bottle. I was like fuck no. All that day and a few days after that that’s all he could say "you owe me a bottle of vodka." and whole time I'm thinking, nope won't do will never do, it’s not my fault you were a drunken ass who required someone to take care of you. I never said that kind of wish I did.
So just the other day he says that he doesn't care any more anyone owes anyone vodka.

So this is my life, and I hate it. I want to leave but I can’t because I love the fucker. And I hate that.
So if anyone knows of anything I can do to make my life (and his better) let me know? Cause I need the help. I've tried talking to him, I’ve tried everything. But it doesn't matter he's been drunk (almost gone) every night this week - and he finds every reason to drink.
I asked him tonight. "Don't you see a problem with drinking every night?" and his response is "no, it could be worse I could be gone at 3pm again"
He has a problem and I don't know how to help him...So someone please help me!