I’m sorry for your pain. I’m sorry that your mother died. I’m sorry that your father did not support you. I’m sorry that people took advantage of you. I wish I could make you feel better. I wish I could make you feel whole inside. These words are just empty words from a stranger, but I hope for you that you can make it. You are not useless. You are beautiful and strong, just like your mother/father/friend. You were wronged when you were so young. I’m sorry that people with good lives haven’t helped, I’m sorry that no one is strong when you need it. I’m sorry you feel you’re an island lost at sea. I’m sorry that I won’t help you. I’m sorry I’m that college kid with a what looks like a good life. I’m sorry I’m that drunken asshole. Even though I never meet you I’m sorry. I wasn’t a bully, but, I’m sorry that I never stopped people when we were hanging out. I’m sorry that I was quiet when you needed someone to step up and help. I’m sorry that they raped you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you. I’m sorry I just didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry that I couldn’t help you pick the pieces of your life up. If I knew you I’d kick you. If I were there you’d be worse off. So, all I can do is say I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not a good person, I drink and drive. I’m the guy that kills families. I’m sorry that I’m the guy who stole the keg before you got there. I’m sorry that I stole the bottle of scotch/vodka/gin. I was thirsty. I’m sorry that I’ve never (will never) be there when something bad happens and you hope someone, anyone, will help you up. I’m sorry that when we meet you won’t know me and I won’t know you. I’ll just hope that one day, someday . . . . . I don’t know. But someday . . . .