Farewell, goodbye.

The tears I would have shed for you have run dry, leaving only that vague memory of pity and sadness. Don't consider what would have been or what should have been because where you have found yourself today was your own doing. I don't even think I can feel sorry for you anymore, because I know that it's always by choice that one finds oneself in the circumstance.

I've done what I can and only hope that some where in the distant future, when you have sobered up and purged yourself of the poison, that you will understand what purpose you have in your life.

or maybe, I'm the one who needs to sober up?