Efflorescent Euphoria

I wish I knew what I know now; I would have accepted that you were ill and you needed my support as your daughter. I allowed my anger to affect our relationship, and I cut you from my life as a result. I wish I would have accepted that you changed and fucking helped you because maybe my support could have helped your condition and emotional state. I’m so sorry about everything I ever said and did to you, I didn’t know how to realize or accept how much you changed and how sick you really were. I miss you and love you so much, and I wish you could have heard me say that one last time. Maybe if I called you the night of your death, you probably wouldn’t have had your fatal accident.

I hope more than anything that you knew I truly did love you regardless of our differences. I’m so sorry your life went to shit, and I’m so sorry that you weren’t able to see Heather one last time. I’m so sorry for everything, I feel tremendously guilty for watching your world fall apart and doing nothing to stop it, and I never thought I would have to be a pallbearer for my mother’s casket at such a young age.