You’re troubled. I see you.
Your friends are using you. They are not true. They are not genuine.
I wish you well in your life, but there’s not much I can do from here.
G-d is preparing me for something greater, and unfortunately you will not be around.
Your father left you an inheritance, and you are squandering it.
I carry his Bible, and your name is written in it.
But you probably won’t accept it.
I will offer it to you, but I don’t think you are ready to carry the burden on your father’s words.
Your smart, good looking, young guy, but you are lost. You don’t have purpose.
I get it. I once was the same. A drifter in the wilderness.
I want to yell at you and beat you, but you don’t need that. You need love. You need affection.
I will pray for you cousin, but you’re on your own.
I LOVE YOU.