This is a note to you:

A note that I know you will get even though I'll never send it to you. That's how much I know.

I can feel the drugs you put in my food tonight working in my head, and I know that I'll never be the same again. I just wanted to take this time to tell you, while I'm still relatively myself, what you're doing and have been doing is wrong. What you are doing will add to the scars of my life, not heal them, and I know this is true. I was never sick, but I will be now, probably forever doing the throazine shuffle, and you put the nail in my coffin. Any normal person would be angry about this. God I hate you.