I’m so disappointed in you. You really make me mad. I try to be a good role model for you, but it’s so hard when you act like this. I know I never hang out with you anymore because I’m too busy worshipping Rob, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get pissed at you. I know pretending to be sick all the time must be hard on you — I know it’s hard pretending my family is dysfunctional. But that doesn’t mean you can turn into a drug addict. How do you think it feels to have a best friend who is a junkie? My life is so hard, I don’t know how I deal with it all. I’m so overwhelmed. I’m getting a bracelet from Tiffany’s. It’s really ugly, but I’ll wear it anyway because my Mom got it for real cheap and it’s from Tiffany’s and makes me feel like I’m pretty. What was I saying? Oh yeah, I’m mad at you. I can’t watch you do this to yourself. I mean it. It’s not worth it. I had 2 shots of Absolut at Jeff’s, so don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You can’t just run away from your problems and everyone in your family is a drug addict and I don’t want you to be the same way. I’m trying to save you, I won’t let you do this to yourself. I think I already said that. I arranged an appointment with Ms. Sparno, and we’re going to see her whether you like it or not. You need help, you really do. I don’t want to see you dead on the street somewhere, because then I don’t be able to argue with you and prove you wrong and pretend I know more about computers than you. I don’t want you to die. I’ll kick your ass before I let you die. I’m getting pink leather pants. They make me look sexy. I hope I can make Rob jealous. He’ll be jealous that the doesn’t look this good in leather pants. My hair is growing back. It’s not as thin as it was. Maybe. You make me mad. I hate watching you kill yourself. You piss me off so much. Jenna’s mad at you too. And so is Mike. I am, too. I want you to get better, maybe you can go to rehab. I’m upset with you, but I’m only saying all this because I care about you and I want you to get help. Call me, we can hang out.
P.S. Do you wanna buy some cheese? I have to sell it for band.