I'm going to miss you. I already am.

I miss the old you. You need to grow up, face the fact that you're going down a path to self destruction, and do all you can to get off of it.  I miss talking about girls with you. I miss your strange antics from when we were younger. 

First your brother, now you. You don't have to follow his example. If you are reading this, I hope you know that I love and care for you, I just can't watch you destroy yourself anymore.  I have tried and tried to be a friend these past couple of months, but you can't seem to chose the right. 

I wish I would have listened to my mother when she told me that you weren't a good influence.  You aren't.  Had I listened to her this would not be as hard as it is.  

Even if you went straight again how would I know you weren't lying to me? You have so many times before.  Isn't it sad how I can't trust a single word you say?

I'm sorry you're going no where, I'm sorry you dropped out of school, I'm sorry you do drugs, I'm sorry you're going to Juvie, and I'm sorry you were kicked out of your house.  But most of all, I'm sorry we can't be friends anymore.