You think you’re happy with your choices. You think you know what’s good for you. But there’s some things that you just don’t understand, and I can’t help these things you do. We can talk some things out. It’s not too late for you. It’s not too late until you write your name down on the dotted line where you sell your soul to them. We can save you from this hell! So I saw your face on the news. I knew it but I hope sit wouldn’t come down to this. I’m sorry you had to learn this way with your friend sent home in a body bag. I know its fucking sad. You thought you were happy with your choices. You thought you knew what was good for you. But there was some things that you just didn’t understand. I couldn’t help these things you did. We could’ve saved you from this hell!