Dear person I hate,
Let's just get this out of the way, I don't hate you. I dislike you. You started off my summer the best way. We had so much fun together. It was the those long car rides that we would take together, just to keep driving down the high way as far as it would take us, just to see where we would end up at. It was parking out at County Line and laying on the hood of your car all night and talking for hours. It was waiting until midnight to go out into a field and sit on the hay bales and looking out across all the land and on to the town, where the whole sky would light up because of the street lights and the lights from in town. It was going to a restruant at 5 in the morning and I'm laughing so hard that the waitress thought I was on some sort of drug, when I was just way over tired. I didn't see you for a whole month after that. I didn't think someone could change so much in that small amount of time, but you got me to reconsider my thought on that.
You got into some really bad habits. I encouraged you not to do it, but it looks like my opinion didn't stop you. You got yourself deeper and deeper into that addiction. I don't want to see my friend ruin himself the way that you are. In all honesty, I thought you were different. I thought you respected yourself enough not to do such stupid sh*t. Before I knew it, your addiction came before I did. You put your addiction before your friends, before your family. You said that you could stop at any time that you wanted, you just didn't want too. But when you were out, you kept saying I 'need' it. That's your code word, you 'need' that. I hope you realize this sometime; the friends you lost, your family that is hurt because of your bad decisions and leave them disgusted knowing that you'd more than likely take your addiction over them.
Over our friendship.
I think about you everyday, worrying that i'm going to get news saying that you aren't okay.. I don't ever want to hear that from anyone. I hope and pray that soon you will realize that you do need help before it's to late.
Sincerly, Me.