Dear Lost Cause,
I know you probably won’t be reading this. I don’t expect you to. You’ve gone far too far off the rails to care about me rambling on the Internet.
As kids, we used to get on so well. As adults, our lives couldn’t be more different. I feel cocooned; comfortable in a safe, family environment. You’re of no fixed abode. You don’t have a proper home. You just meander to whoever’ll give you a bed and some food for the night. That’s no way to live, is it? You can get out of this mess though, I promise.
While you’re so intent on not helping yourself, help won’t be forthcoming from others either. While you’re so intent on self-destruction, no-one’ll will give you sympathy. While you’re so aggressive, violent and manipulative towards anyone who’s tried to help you, you’re just making things worse for yourself. It doesn’t have to be this way. YOU don’t have to be this way. But only you can help yourself.
Drugs are never the answer to your problems. You can’t make things go away with a syringe or a spliff. It’s not cool. Surely you can see that now? All you have left are tattered relationships and a few personal belongings. No job. No car. No responsibilities.
The anger you display is scary. People are trying to help you to deal with it. Help is being handed to you on a plate to stop you doing something awful in the future. You will lose control eventually and do something you really regret if you don’t take any help. It’s sad what you’ve become. You had potential, but you’ve thrown it all away, which is such a shame.
I know you’ve probably got little hope left. Trust me, most of us have been there, irrespective of circumstance. It might not seem like you’ll ever have a brilliant life, but you’ve just got to keep looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. It might be pitch black right now, but a glimmer will appear, eventually. Just keep your eye on it. Never let go of your dreams, no matter how small they are.
So, we haven’t seen each other for years. I point blank refuse to see you when you’re in this state, because you’re violent and you’d probably try and manipulate me for my money. If things change, maybe our paths will cross again.
And if they don’t? If you continue pursing this downward spiral? I hope you have a nice life. (Because, sadly, it’s not going to last long, is it?)
Please don’t do this to yourself anymore. Drag yourself out of this mess, as you’re the only one who can.