Please go to rehab. Be serious about it. I want to see who comes out. Your drive, focus, memory. Everything is fucked. It’s time to grow up before I grow out of you. Show me who you really are. I know that you’re not a bad person. Sober up, get back to work, find some purpose again.

The other guy that I slept with was the whole package. Smart, worked very hard, owned his home, had already grown out of being fucked up all the time. He could also find my c*** – just sayin’. If I heard from him again I’d probably go see him and that makes me sad because I want to like you.