It’s funny how it always seems to work out this way. When you love someone, and they never even notice. We’ve been friends for EIGHT years. And out of those 8 years, I’ve loved you for 7. I’ve stood by you in everything. Advised you when you needed help making decisions, hugged you when you were sad. I’ve been everything and anything you wanted me to be whenever you needed me to be it. I have ALWAYS been there, and I always will be. I’ve never loved nor cared for anyone as much as I do you, and I don’t understand why you don’t believe me when I tell you that you’re throwing your life away. I’m not saying this because we aren’t dating, or anything like that. I’m saying this because it’s true; you have so much potential that you don’t see, and I would give anything to show you, but you won’t let me, and instead just drown your sorrow in liquor and narcotics. I want to help you. I wish you would let me. But you don’t listen to me anymore. I have never been more at loss for words before today, but I am utterly speechless. I love you so much. But you’re killing yourself. And I’m helpless. Just let me help you. Please just let me be there.