How did you fall to pieces, and not know it? How did you give up so easily and succumb to such temptation? Such stupid temptation?
You always swore you'd never drink away your woes. You always said that you'd never set your life up in a flame and inhale the poison of its destruction. You had such aspirations. Where did those go? How did they lose themselves? Is the sea too deep? Is the smoke too thick?
Why didn't you call for help? Why didn't you tell us, talk to us, speak a word to us? All we wanted to do was help you, and now you are hurting yourself. Not just yourself. Us too. And all those people you could have helped, but now won't, because all of it will go to fueling your sea and your smoke, and you don't even realize it.
Good bye, my friend. Good luck on your sail. Your ship has numerous holes in it, part of me still wishes for you to find them and plug them all.