A Letter To Myself.

[Nick Garcia]

Dear Nick,

Congratulations, You've Done It. When You Thought You Could Keep Going You Finally Broke Down. Now What? Except It, That's What. Except The Fact That You're A Fuck Up, And That's All You Ever Will Be. It's Funny, I Looked At You The Other Day And Thought "That Kid's Going To Be Something In Life." But Now I Can See I Spoke To Soon. Terrible Grades, Terrible Boyfriend, Grade-A Asshole, That's You. What's Your Purpose Anymore, Honestly? What Do You Do For The People Around You? Nothing. That's About It. All These Girls You've Treated Badly, All These Promises You Couldn't Keep. Nice Job. But Don't Listen To Me, Do You. Keep Doing What You're Doing. What Do You Care What I Think? I'm Just A Random Voice In A World Filled With Billions. I Hope You're "Happy". No More Apologizes Will Be Excepted. From Now On, What You Do Is Permanent. Remember That.