You didn't come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here.

There's really not much in this life that I could say hurts more than watching someone you love start using again. I hate seeing the change in actions and attitude. Normally my opinion is "it's your life, so what's right for you...", but this is different. This is dangerous. I've been through so much already; I remember the ODs, I remember always being so worried every time my phone would ring from an unknown number- afraid of what the person on the other line might say, and if someone would knock on the door or ring the bell I would always be so scared that they would tell me you're not coming back. It's gone past smoking and I've already seen what the class A and B can do to someone and I don't want to see you spiral down. Not you. One day you're going to go too far and you're not going to come back from it and that will be the day that my life falls apart.