7 November 2004
Mama, it's me. Your baby girl. We need to talk.
I've got something I need to get off my chest. About last week.
I just want to say I'm sorry. I know what I said had to have hurt you.
Because I know that if my baby girl said to me what I said to you,
It'd hurt like hell. So, I'm sorry.
The truth is, Mama, I'm scared.
I'm growing up, Mama, and it terrifies me.
I don't know enough about the world to be on my own!
And I'm probably going away to college next fall!
I need your help, Mama. I need you. I love you so much, Mama.
I don't know where I'd be without you. I know I don't show it.
But it's because I'm scared, Mama, and I can't express it.
I don't know how. Please help me, Mama.
I love you. Love, your baby girl.