I'm going to try not to say anything ignorant...and I'll probably fail...but please just see this as trying to help...because I can't just say nothing...
I just want to tell you that, although it is a big deal that you did it and have to start all over, your clean time isn't what's most importaunt... You don't quit drugs to have an impressive lengthly clean time, you do it because addiction makes you unhappy, in a way I'll never understand but can recognize.
Fuck all the people who'll look down on you for relapsing; they don't understand and you don't need to impress or sway anyone who doesn't fucking understand....they're idiots.
You just need to be happy, Carly. And if you know drugs make you unhappy you'll stop doing them. You're strong enough. You're a fucking child and yet you still quit essentially on your own with little support from your parents. You had to give up close friends, close enemies... You had to come back to reality and realize all the stuff you've done and were forced to do with no one there to fucking help you.
You've been through hell and back, carrying this burden completly by yourself, with practicly no one there who understands it to give you advice or to help you through it.
And yet you've resisted the urge again and again. Having all the phone numbers, all the possibilties of relapsing; you still didn't do it. It took someone practicly shoving it in your face to make you relapse.
You've been through so fucking much Carly. Even before drugs. Strangers treating you like shit, family treating you like shit. Even I fucking treated you like shit for awhile there. You are so strong for not giving in to all that and just killing yourself. There are countless people who couldn't do that. I know I couldn't. And what you're struggling with now even tops that.
This is just a setback, Carly. You gave in for just a second there. Under all the pressure, you caved for just a moment. Who can fucking blame you! Having to constantly struggle, constantly fight; who wouldn't want to just toss that burden aside and smoke a joint.
Just know that I don't think little of you. Just know that I never thought little of you, when you were at your worst. I've always looked up to you Carly. I STILL look up to you. I care about you, I want you to succeed. I want you to be happy so badly. I'm sorry I'm ackward and can't express that to the full extent to which it exists, but the love is still there, man. It really is.
You can always call me. Know that. In the middle of the night; wake me up I don't care. I want to be there for you. I want you to know I'm there for you.
I'm sorry how gay this turned out, but it's all true. It's how I really feel.
I just want to tell you that, although it is a big deal that you did it and have to start all over, your clean time isn't what's most importaunt...
You don't quit drugs to have an impressive lengthly clean time, you do it because addiction makes you unhappy, in a way I'll never understand but can recognize.
Fuck all the people who'll look down on you for relapsing; they don't understand and you don't need to impress or sway anyone who doesn't fucking understand....they're idiots.
You just need to be happy, Carly. And if you know drugs make you unhappy you'll stop doing them. You're strong enough. You're a fucking child and yet you still quit essentially on your own with little support from your parents.
You had to give up close friends, close enemies... You had to come back to reality and realize all the stuff you've done and were forced to do with no one there to fucking help you.
You've been through hell and back, carrying this burden completly by yourself, with practicly no one there who understands it to give you advice or to help you through it.
And yet you've resisted the urge again and again. Having all the phone numbers, all the possibilties of relapsing; you still didn't do it. It took someone practicly shoving it in your face to make you relapse.
You've been through so fucking much Carly. Even before drugs. Strangers treating you like shit, family treating you like shit. Even I fucking treated you like shit for awhile there. You are so strong for not giving in to all that and just killing yourself.
There are countless people who couldn't do that.
I know I couldn't.
And what you're struggling with now even tops that.
This is just a setback, Carly. You gave in for just a second there. Under all the pressure, you caved for just a moment. Who can fucking blame you! Having to constantly struggle, constantly fight; who wouldn't want to just toss that burden aside and smoke a joint.
Just know that I don't think little of you.
Just know that I never thought little of you, when you were at your worst. I've always looked up to you Carly. I STILL look up to you. I care about you, I want you to succeed. I want you to be happy so badly. I'm sorry I'm ackward and can't express that to the full extent to which it exists, but the love is still there, man. It really is.
You can always call me. Know that. In the middle of the night; wake me up I don't care. I want to be there for you. I want you to know I'm there for you.
I'm sorry how gay this turned out, but it's all true. It's how I really feel.
Just don't give up. Please don't give up.
I know you can do it, somehow I know you can.
I love you, man.
Feel better.
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