So these are your trophies? A collection of empty bottles displayed to impress people just as shallow as yourself? What a remarkable achievement. Take them home, and in the reflection of every bottle you will always see that they mirror your own interior.

If you have ever wondered whom you captivated with such ostentation, know this: ridicule is capable of impressing as well. Who but the frivolous would be drawn to frivolity? The heads that turn to admire your display are the same ones that bow in flattery, yet tell me—how many of those purchased friendships will ever rise in your defense? Far more likely, they will rise against you.

You behave like a child desperate for attention while someone who truly awaits you at home is left behind. Your foolishness distracts no one from your disgraceful reputation—one built on a hunger for approval. It is a fact that people never speak the same way in our presence as they do in our absence. The smiles they offer you to your face only keep you from realizing that you have become the subject of mockery from every direction.

You ought to be an example, not an embarrassment. And if you believed I would flatter you as others have taught you to expect, then climb down from that cursed pedestal of yours before someone else sends you crashing from it.

I have no purpose here other than your betterment. But if you found my words harsh, then prepare yourself, for they are nothing compared to what awaits when all that remains are the debts of your excesses.