Dear Mary Jane, 

I met you during the begining of senior year.

I was so lost, so confused, and hurt. 

You made me lose all of that. 

I began to hang out with you more. 

I needed to feel alive. 

You obliged. 

I thought I was happy 

I believed I was changed. 

You let me. 

I thought we were friends. 

I felt that you gave me what I didn't have. 

You gave me addiction. 

We were like oil and vinegar, 

so bad for each other, 

but a perfect duo. 

We were like the Romeo and Juliette

so in love, 

yet star-crossed. 

But I wasn't okay. 

I was so scared, 

terrified of the future.

If I was Superman, 

you were my kryptonite. 

I needed a break. 

I'm sorry things had to end the way they did. 

I know that you have wonderful potential in helpling people,

But you didn't help me. 

I guess this is goodbye. 

Thank you for helping me understand who I am. 

Thank you for being there. 

Sam.