How should I say this; I hate what you turned into. I hate how we were best friends and it's now been years and I can't even recognize you. You had so much potential and you look like complete garbage now. Your personality is garbage. Your teeth are garbage, and you treat yourself like garbage. I don't even have to talk to you to know that you're gone. You're wallowing in a fate full of filth and I hate you for destroying yourself.