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Dear User

Tuesday, June 15, 2010, 3:11 PM

Dear Drug User,

Baby, You're ruining your life. Do you not understand that? It started with just a casual smoke of pot a day, then it turned into a week. Now i find out you're selling the stuff daily -- on school grounds as well. What's worse then that, is that you've let yourself fall so far into the cracks, i found out today you've been living in a tent for a few weeks and you don't shower anymore. You're homeless at sixteen and all that matters is getting that dope. What has your life become? You've given up. You've let a single drug ruin everything you had going for you.

You had a girlfriend that looked like a barbie; she's simply beautiful. You had drop dead gorgeous looks. Your grades were decent (at least you attended school). You were talented at any sport you played. You had amazing friends who cared about you. You had a life. But guess what? You let that all slip through your fingertips. You gave up on yourself, and now other people are starting to give up on you. What's going to happen in ten, fifteen years?

You're going to end up worse then you are now, or you might not even be alive. You're taking advantage of life. You're making it a huge joke, and it's coming back around to screw you over. You were a good person; a great guy in general. You treated people with respect, you made everyone around you laugh. You were an all around sweetheart. I remember just a couple months ago, when you used to come up to me and make weird dinosaur sounds because you knew it made me smile. Just two months; that's all it took for me to watch you fall. You lost your humor; your gentle touch. The only time you came around was when you needed money, or wanted to ask me if i'd smoke a hit with you. You'd do anything to get high. I could see it in your soul that you weren't the same person. You would lie right to my face and tell me you were okay. You'd transformed into an addict.

Do i feel sorry for you? Undoubtedly. I wish more then anything i could cradle you in my arms like a small infant and fix your problems; but i can't. You're facing the real world, but a world that is harder then most people's. You're living the life of an addict. You live for, die for, breathe for drugs. Nothing else matters to you. So when you're sitting in your tent waiting for your dealer to come, think about one thing. Look at what your life has turned out to be. Does it honestly make you happy? If you can say yes, then i don't want to see texts from you anymore saying you're going to get beat up if you don't pay people, and telling me you miss your old life. If you answer no, then fix it. Get help, it may not be easy but you're strong. I think you'd be able to pull yourself out of this hole you've created.

i care about you, and i know for a fact i'm not the only person that's hurting inside to see you like this. Babe, please stop this long road of addiction. You can do it if you stop soon. I don't want to see your picture in the paper claiming you've ODed on something, or gotten killed from gang members. I want to know you've gone on to success and happiness with a big family and lots of children. You'd make a great dad sober. You'd make a great husband sober.

I love you, please help yourself.
From ____, with love.

Labels: addict, drugs, life