Dear Best Friend,
You don’t deserve any of this. And your mom does not deserve to have the kind of son you are. You are the strongest person I know because even after all the terrible things that have happened to you, you still hold your head up every day. I admire you so much for that. I know your dad dying broke your heart, and that was just the start of everything bad.
Remember those books, The Series of Unfortunate Events? That is literately your life, babe. And you’ve taken the worst of it, attempting to shield your little brothers from the pain. They’re growing up so fast. I know the hardest part of this for you is how unfairly they’re being treated, knowing you can do nothing about it.
At least that much I understand. Because I can do nothing for you, the person I love the most. This is worse than just a death, being bullied, or even not being able to support yourself. Everyone you depended on left you. And because of that, you can’t be there for the two boys you love the most.
It kills me to hear you cry. I feel like a horrible friend because I don’t know how to comfort someone going through this much pain. I want to tell you to look to the future, when you can support your brothers and not have to depend on anyone. That everything will be okay soon.
But we both know the truth. Your mom won’t stop doing meth until she’s in prison, the cops won’t stop harassing you, your dad won’t be alive, your illness won’t go away, your little brothers won’t be happy, and you won’t have enough money to go to college in a long, long time.
No one has gone through the pain you feel.
And nothing I say will make it better.
