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Here’s hoping this gets to you…..
Miss A, the thoughts that this provokes brings forth the words I need to tell….
I hope you’ll accept this apology. With no witty comments or
Maybe I was under a spell and it’s magic, maybe there’s a witch doctor in town. Or maybe I suffer from combat PTSD and bi polar disorder and every now n then I get what I call “one of my turns”. It’s not something I openly speak about as there are connotations that aren’t….widely accepted by society or in your case, I wouldn’t know if you’d tuck tail and run sooner than later had I told you what happens with me when they hit home. And they’re both pieces of my life that I’ve never really been open to talking about. I have no one to talk about them with as those I would talk with are….no longer living. Medication does help and that’s also no excuse. I do have it under control most of the time. I can only say we met right as one of my turns came on. I feel absolutely embarrassed by my actions. Utterly embarrassed and well I feel like shit.
I’m a heathen aren’t I. ;)
I am sorry from the bottom of my heart. If by some sheer chance this gets around to you I would like to ask you to reconsider. As I am a better person than who you met
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