It has just now come to my attention that I have hurt and continue to hurt someone so very, very special to me. Imaginewithme, I am so sorry for being so callas as not to see the distress I was causing. If ever I felt foolish, this is in the top five. I have caused you worry and be concerned far beyond normal. I am now pounding my head into the table.

As is evident, I am a drama queen (opps, I mean King). I start writing and I embellish and build and dramatize. I always go way too far and say way too much. When I wrote about my nervous breakdown and plans for suicide, I should have down played it. Better yet, I should have kept my stupid mouth shut in the first place. I just have to jabber and jabber like some old hen. Imaginewithme, I did not intend to paint such a graphic and drastic picture. I’m sorry. This idiot internet has become my life and I just put too much into it.

I am OK. Sure, I have suicide thoughts as a new part of my Major Depressive Disorder, but I must just learn to recognize their warning signs next time and stop myself sooner. I promised you that I would not kill myself, and I will keep that promise. Please relax a little about me. I’m just some nut in Washington trying to get by and figure stuff out as I go. I will not, not, not be so damn honest anymore. It gets me in trouble. In this case, it got you in trouble, and the last thing I want for you to be in trouble. So from here on in, I’m truckin alright. It’s all cool.

Peace,
Larry