It's sad how you had to find so many types of distractions for your sadness.
You tried to run away from your failed family, you hurt yourself, drank, smoked, took pills and probably fucked around too. But I have seen you in your pure and happy form when you just loved to skate around our bumpy road, save cats with my brother from the irritating adults who lacked sympathy in them for the world, played badminton with us until 12 am when we had science exam the next morning (but now your probably playing others at this time) and wear that ugly snapback and tank top cuz you wanted to until you stopped cuz "people" didn't. I miss your innocence. Because you were probably the happiest at that time. Now for you, happiness depends on temporary materialistic things, people who knew you from 2 days ago and forgot you the next day because they've achieved their fame now, the amount of likes on your instagram and the distractions you've made for your own sadness inside your closed curtained room. Your not really a bad friend you know. Your just lost and ruined, trying to find yourself in all the wrong ways with all the wrong people. But I hope you know for once that your mother only has you left and lying about your whereabouts at 11 pm will not make her less worried. And faking your innocence will not make me believe you anymore. Because I can't differentiate your truth from your lies anymore.
From an old friend to another.
