I see you. You have to remember, I’m pretty observant. I see you and those red solo cups at the parties you post pictures of. I see you and those hungover selfies you send me pictures of the next morning. I see you, struggling with yourself, and drinking and doing drugs to fit in. I see you. I just wish that you could get through this phase of life without that. You have to remember that you are seen. What are you doing, having the kind of fun that you don’t remember the next day? What are you doing, harming your brains like that? What are you doing? I know the culture is different there, and I know I’m a little different, but I’m worried. I’m worried not only about your health, but about the legality of your situation too. You are breaking a law. I just wish I could understand your train of thought when you drink the first one, or the second, or the shots you do when your buddies are laughing. I wish I could understand your mind when you are too drunk to remember what you’re doing. I wish I could understand your thinking when you are lighting it up, not caring about the world, not caring about anything or anyone. I wish I could understand why you do what you do, but some things, I just won’t get. There are some things I won’t understand. I just pray that you will be safe, and I pray that your keys will stay out of the ignition when you’re “lit.” I pray that you will make it home safe every time you go to a party. I pray that you are ok every Friday night that rolls around. I am terrified that every text I get on those Friday nights could be the last one. Maybe you see me as too high strung, or tense, uptight, and that’s okay. Maybe I am. You see, I just want you to be safe. I just want you to think before you drink, and I want your safety to be priority at every party. Is that so wrong of me? I don’t know. Maybe it is, but I won’t apologize for my concern.