Dear *Insert name here*,
I thought I wouldn't have been able to save her. And the worst part is, it all seemed laughable to the outside world. But then again so does almost everything else. The public always tries to make a joke out of everything and that's why everything went to shit. My sister was reading over my shoulder when everything happened...she laughed. Well, not an actual laugh more like a snicker. But it still hurt. She can do that to me when the day comes but not my friends. You know? I subconsciously choose the friends that have the worst shit happen to them, or currently happening to them, and I don't know why. I'm not that good of a friend, I can't really DO anything, so why does this invisible force pull me to them? I subconsciously end up trying to help them a little. Then I grow attached to them and start making conscious decisions to help. And sometimes I feel useless. Like I can't do anything. Like I could have tried harder. But other times, no matter how slight or how fleeting, I do something. You are one of the best things that happened to me. Thank you for always being there, and I guess for having the worst shit happen to you so we could meet. Also sorry it took all this time, sorry that I wasn't there sooner. I could, WOULD, never abandon you and I hope you know that. But desperate times cause for desperate measures. In those times people go back on their word, and I'm going back on mine. Goodbye, and thank you.
Sincerely,
...someone who is sorry.