I Hate You.

You destroy lives. Your only purpose is to hurt those who use you, and hurt the families of those who use you. You make your consumer laugh at their children when they call them, crying, begging them to go to rehab. You make their teeth fall out, you give them sores on their bodies, you fry their brains, and you wreck havoc on those lives around you. I hate you. You will never understand how much you've hurt me, my sweet little sister, and the rest of my family. You have literally ripped our hearts out and stomped all over them, then laughed in our faces and told us, "I don't need this shit." Yeah, you don't need our shit. You would die if your consumer went to rehab. Only to pickup and move on to another innocent family. I really do hate you.

I will never understand what it is about you that so many people find interesting. I don't get addiction. I never will. How does the conversation with your consumers go? Something like this, perhaps?

You: So, you want a hit, don't you?

You: You want your teeth to fall out. You want to pick at your body until it bleeds. You want to hurt those you love. Come on. You know you want to.

Does it go something like that? Do people really buy into that? Obviously. I mean, you've managed to hurt us like that. I hate you, and unfortunately as deep as my hate runs for you, there are thousands of people who love you so much that they're willing to give up everything they love, just to spend a little time with you. Fuck you and the sudafed you rode in on.