So get this,

Suppose your miserable, you know the works. You've stooped an all time low. Your life consists of fucking guys left and right, you've grown accustomed of having dicks in your mouth and in your ass or whatever, sex has become a routine, its become the norm; and though you deny that little emotion behind that "i dont care" front you put on. truth is, we all see it. We all feel bad in the rut that you have put yourself in. You are but a mere 15, a mere child. By the age of 23 you'll be found lying half naked in some old man's house with syringes at your side smoking a crack pipe, no boy will ever love you if you dont love yourself first You are almost prematurely aging at this rate. But see I can be selfless too, I can claim that I dont care but the little humane voice inside of me always takes over and admits my vulnerability. So you can remain in that grave you've made for yourself you can lie in it and swear its the happiest you've been. We all know it's but an air of smoke. Its funny watching you with all these withdrawals you get nowadays. Who is to blame but yourself? I cant save you from yourself.

You are a really ugly person, I dont know how people like you sleep at night, just your existence is a burden to the people that surround you.

And to believe you were once my friend.