The Apology
ElectricCircuslover: I didn't know how to apologize for my actions, so I did it in short story form, because I figured it was the easiest way for me to go to reach the majority just by this then contacting each person individually, who probally just glared at my messages, cursing me, and ultimately deleting the message. So read this apology note I gave to Angel Love Petals.
"Okay, since the author who writes about me and created such a nice life-style for I, Angel Love Petals, and Stitch Romantico Petals, didn't have enough balls to tell you in front of your faces, he wrote this apology note, and had me read it to you.
'I'm sorry that I posted that comment about me leaving. I've had a lot of problems, which have gotten much better over the past few days. My depressions have really hit their lows and the aspergers disease has come back, crippling my sanity, my psychological, and physical well being. There's just too much problems going on with me and it's really clouding my better judgment. And these headaches. They're really going driving me insane.
How would you function if the top of your skull fused with your brain? Well, that's the case here. I didn't mean to make people worry and I have no intentions on quitting fanfiction. There's just so much problems flaring up and somebody I knew was on their deathbed when I posted the comment. She's better now, however, I'm not. Still suffering, still crying, still remembering the pain of my pathetic childhood, and still remembering the hate and anger I was taught by my good for nothing, cheating bastard that left us for dead when I was five. I'm sure those who have been reading the short stories with Shadow in them are wondering why Shadow has become so dark.
I'm the blame for that. The acute and massive depressions I have done that to him. I had no intentions on doing this to him and I have remedied that in three to six ways at the end of my last story, (which I'm nowhere near that. Not even a speck close). I didn't mean to make him so hateful, but he got infected by the hate I had towards my life and suicide was really sounding tempting at that time. I didn't mean to do it…
I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for what I said and I have no intentions on leaving. I just had too much going on in my head and my problems have clouded my judgment. That and I was starting to think nobody cared about my writing anymore, so the thought of quitting was pounding in my mind, then my friend starts dieing and I just lost it all. Please forgive me. I had no intensions on spilling my blood and thoughts on this website. I'm truly sorry…'
There's the note (crumples the paper up and throws it in the nearest trash can). Good, everyone wins in the end. You get to read more of his stories, he gets to write his depression away, and I don't get a pink slip from him directly (tearing it in half and eating it). There, happy.