Dear Miss Smigaldeeboo; See, unfortunately, we've created a situation that needs to be slowly backed away from. A.) I can get nothing done at your house; As far as work goes, because it was never about the work, it was about everything but that. B.) You enable me to drink to much, and get high, in order to promote chemistry between you and I, and when that happens I lose a week out of my schedule recovering, I miss school, and I go into auditions unprepared, I disappear for hours, and I get into trouble. C.) Bad cocaine, booze, and fucking around - - Are not my definition of forward progress, even though I have an impossible time saying 'No' to them, that's just the point. I am now. Because, I love my family, and I want to be healthy, and I want to be my best for school, and job opportunities. D.) When we're together, it's trouble, And I'm sick of being in trouble. I just want shit to be less draining, And more rewarding. I keep trying to tell you this, but you don't believe me. You think I'm jealous, and head over heels, and all that shit, but I'm not. I can assure you. Frankly, I care about you as a person, but not as a romantic interest. Because it taxes my sanity, and my performance at home and on the stage. I would rather all of us be healthy and sane. Then undermining everyone, and everything, it's just not healthy. If you were 'sober, and thinking clearly' you would agree, and I hope you do. Sincerely, Satan.