Dear You,
You're probably never gonna see and and I'll probably never gonna have the guts to tell you this but it really makes me sad that you might not graduate on time, a year later. You have so much more potential than you're actually exercising. The guy I know is smart under all his goofiness. Your priorities are all out of whack though.. It seems like having fun is above getting your work done. You have to get your shit together. I wish I could sit you down and tell you how much it's upsetting me that you're not getting things done. I don't understand why you didn't do the work your teachers got for you to make sure you had the tools to graduate. You had these people holding their hands out to you to make sure you graduated and you just disregarded it. You don't realize how badly you're hurting yourself. You have so much potential and you're wasting it. I just wanna slap you and tell you to wake up. You're grown up now and you have to start taking responsibility for things. If you can't seem to focus now I'm scared for you when you go to college. You'll have the freedom to go to class or not. You're not gonna have teachers there to tell you "Hey, make sure this gets turned in." or to hound you. Professors probably won't even know your name much less care about if you pass or not. It's all up to you to make sure you get the grades to graduate college and make sure you're on top of your shit. You have to be self motivated to some extent and from my point of view, you're not. It's all play not work. I get school isn't the funnest place to be but it's gonna get you to the places you wanna be in life. I can't imagine not seeing you succeed. I don't want you to realize this when you're 30 thinking "Damn, I wish I had my shit together." I want you to wake up now and realize that it's up to YOU to want to succeed in life. You can have so many people telling you to get your shit together but it's up to YOU to do it. YOU have to get the work done and remind yourself that you're going to school for a reason. College is going to open up so many doors for you. You're already delayed a year, I wouldn't be able to watch you get delayed again.. It really breaks my heart to see you on his downward spiral with school. Please, WAKE UP. I can't constantly be the person to bug you to stay focused because that is forsure annoying for you. But I want to do that EVERY morning. I wanna text you like "Hey. Goodmorning. Have a good day. Remember to stay on top of your shit. Please." I really wanna say PLEASE because it's like.. I wanna see you achieve to your highest potential. It's so much better than what you're doing right now. I know you're fucken smart. You just need to stop being lazy and apply yourself. I get school work isn't fun most of the time. But do you think I like reading 5 chapters a night to study for AP exams? Or annotate stupid poems? Or dissect and analyze things? Or millions of math problems a night? Or read 60 pages of my psych book to study? I DON'T. But I do it because I know it'll benefit me in the future. You have to want to well. Everyone around you can want it for you but it's really up to you to want and execute it. I don't know what to do to make you wanna work harder for yourself. I'm not good with words or trying to make you feel better, we both know that. But please.. Please realize that you're hurting yourself so bad. You're not doing anything to help yourself. It may be all partying and getting drunk and having fun now but think about the future.. Think about how that's NOT gonna help you in 10 years. It's hard to find a balance between work and play but sometimes you need to sacrifice play for work. "Work hard to play harder." FOCUS, PLEASE.. It's killing me because I hate how I don't know how to get through to you. I want you to graduate so badly. I wanna see you succeed so badly. It's so disappointing to see you not perform at your best. I've always been here for you whenever you need help. If you need anything to help you graduate or something, anything, just let me know. I'm here for you. I just wanna see you succeed.

Love,
Rikki