You keep telling me that you've quit using. Yet youre high whenever you bother to make it home.
You keep telling mom and dad that your fine. Yet you totally aren't
You keep stealing shit from our house. Then lie about it.
You keep taking money from moms purse. I've seen you
You've even taken pills from dad's medicine cabnet, and you know he needs them and are expensive.

You keep taking and taking and taking.

I ain't "taking" it anymore.
The next time you do something wrong, I'm calling the police. You so much as blink too many times, I am gonna put some shit in your room, then call the coppers and tell them what's up. Then maybe they'll lock your ass up, so you can get some help.
Enjoy your high while it lasts lil bro. The end of the line is amost near.

Your loving sister
San Diego, California