I’ve dealt with a lot of your shit for the past 2 years since things have been pretty rough on you since your best friend died. Hiding the relapse in your pill addiction was one thing but what the fuck is wrong with you. In moms car no less. Other people have to fucking use that to get to school and work because your FOURTH (Yes the FOURTH car mom and steve have GIVEN you) car fucked up. You couldn’t have the decency to get a fucking designated driver. I hope Mom and Steve leave you in jail because you could afford to stay there for a while. And now you’ve fucked up any chance of them helping me pay for college. Well I hope your fucking happy because I’m not talking to you for a long time. I may never talk to you again I haven’t decided. But really, driving drunk in moms car, how did you think that would end? Obviously you didn’t think you’d end up in jail. Well I’m sure you’ve already figured out that you’re getting sent to New Mexico whenever steve decides to come get you because we can’t handle you anymore. You’re selfish and expensive and you destroy every car you get you hands on and I’m sick of it. You’ve been using the car for the majority of the time because we thought you were getting your life together by going to school and working full time but you went and fucked that up. And congratulations, you’ve fucked up our relationship too so I hope you’re fucking happy.