To the kids who came into two nice girls' apartment with one of their friends (which this girl was a friend of ours and we trusted) for a few hours, I have to say, congratulations! You make me want to take double the pill's prescription to make sure I don't end up with kids that are pricks like you. You are like what 18? 19? You live in a refuge, talk like you lived it all, you know it all, you get kicked out because you come back late, do drugs and drink your face off. Enough that you can't stand anymore, that you had to puke all over the stairs of my apartment. You couldn't stop looking at my boobs when I was talking to you until I showed you the finger on where you were looking at, you kept going outside for walk to "smoke," swearing every three words and you thought you were cool! When I was your age I was drinking responsibly, running, not doing drugs, working, studying, camping, a leader in scouts, participating in a sports team and buying nice things because I wouldn't drug all my money. I was doing what is called "living your youth." If you think drinking your underage asses off and mixing drugs is awesome, I feel so so sorry for you, even more for your parents and I really wish you don't have kids. Like, please don't event think about it, it might be the only good you can do to humanity. You were so disgusting. —Bless the Hangover You Must Still Have (Four Days After)