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A LETTER TO A (GOD DAMN) FRIEND-
Don't you fucking tell me to "join" the fucking club. There is no CLUB. The reason why all your friends don't talk to you is because you're a burnt out asshole who's so fucking depressed and wallowing in self-pity it's just horrible to be around.
Just because you were "honest with me" in telling me you used tonight, doesn't fucking excuse SHIT. I TOLD YOU IF I EVER HEARD OF YOU DOING IT AGAIN, I'D FUCKING TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE AND NOT TALK TO ME TILL YOU GOT YOUR SHIT IN ORDER.
It's not SUPPOSED to be easy. You're not supposed to "sleep well" for a LONG time. You're in for a rough fucking time at the clinic. It's probably better you don't have me to talk to anyway. I'm a god damn POTHEAD. You need to focus on being clean and happy with yourself.
Don't fucking pin your shit on me and then tell me I'm like the others in that fucking club. I stuck by you and you KNOW that and you know I love you like a brother but fuck you. Trying and guilting ME and telling ME how shitty I am?
Fuck you. Ok? I'm fucking sick of it. I've been hearing it for too many years now, and it's OLD. Just grow a fucking pair and get clean. A clinic isn't some magical fucking kingdom where rainbows fly and birds chirp and they give you magic little methadone pills! That take it ALL AWAY! No fuck that. You gotta want it. And you might THINK you want it, but I guess you don't if you're putting all your hopes in some clinic place. You gotta see what all your friends see.
You're going to fucking die if you don't stop.
I have no idea what else to do. So I'm going to do the only thing I can do. Don't fucking talk to me until you're off the shit. And don't fucking guilt me again.
(sorry for all the eff bombs.)
-Alex
Don't you fucking tell me to "join" the fucking club. There is no CLUB. The reason why all your friends don't talk to you is because you're a burnt out asshole who's so fucking depressed and wallowing in self-pity it's just horrible to be around.
Just because you were "honest with me" in telling me you used tonight, doesn't fucking excuse SHIT. I TOLD YOU IF I EVER HEARD OF YOU DOING IT AGAIN, I'D FUCKING TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE AND NOT TALK TO ME TILL YOU GOT YOUR SHIT IN ORDER.
It's not SUPPOSED to be easy. You're not supposed to "sleep well" for a LONG time. You're in for a rough fucking time at the clinic. It's probably better you don't have me to talk to anyway. I'm a god damn POTHEAD. You need to focus on being clean and happy with yourself.
Don't fucking pin your shit on me and then tell me I'm like the others in that fucking club. I stuck by you and you KNOW that and you know I love you like a brother but fuck you. Trying and guilting ME and telling ME how shitty I am?
Fuck you. Ok? I'm fucking sick of it. I've been hearing it for too many years now, and it's OLD. Just grow a fucking pair and get clean. A clinic isn't some magical fucking kingdom where rainbows fly and birds chirp and they give you magic little methadone pills! That take it ALL AWAY! No fuck that. You gotta want it. And you might THINK you want it, but I guess you don't if you're putting all your hopes in some clinic place. You gotta see what all your friends see.
You're going to fucking die if you don't stop.
I have no idea what else to do. So I'm going to do the only thing I can do. Don't fucking talk to me until you're off the shit. And don't fucking guilt me again.
(sorry for all the eff bombs.)
-Alex