Dear you.

You're dangerous. I wish I could sit down and tell you all the reasons why, but you fucking terrify me. You can go from perfectly sweet and calm to ready to fight in under a second. You're always drunk. Or high. Or both.

You need help. And I wish I could help you but this is not my place. I need to take care of me before I can take care of you, and you're not safe.

I'm sorry we can't be friends.