Dear Lindsay Lohan:
I f--ked up. We, your mother and I, we f--ked up.
We had no right to be the parents we were. You were dealt a sh-tty hand.
Now grow the f--k up, get off the drugs, and lead the life you should be leading.
Drugs are fun. I know this to be true. But you are going to die from them, and I can't live with that on my conscious.
Please, honey? For Daddy?