Dear Aaron,
I know you've gone through a lot all your life.
With a bastard father,
shit head friends and the like,
a girlfriend who left you in a week,
I know.
But every bloody word you speak,
you expect me to believe a single word?
The crack pipe?
Coming here?
Seeing me?
Yeah right.
I gave you general advice.
You didn't take it.
Some friend I was, eh?
Good luck in life.
I really do hope you end up somewhere that'll change yours.
Prison, jail, one of those two.
Maybe you'll realize that I do care and was trying to help you out, despite what I did.
In the mean time, don't talk to me.
Don't send me messages.
Don't send me emails.
Don't do anything until you can figure out your own life.
Period.
Leave me out of your problems.
Forever not yours,
Maida |
Submission Name: Dear Aaron
