Hey Siren, I think my latest mental breakdown is wrapping up. Now all YOU need to do is withstand the urge to kick the hornets nest like you did last time. Do you know you made fun of me and tested my resolve 2 days before someone close, a role model to me, died? I completely lost my grip on reality and sanity after that first week of April. I was so close to overcoming my obsession with you. It Was really some bad timing on your part, but it’s not like you could known. I’m sorry that I used you as a lightning rod for all the torment I’ve been going through the last month or two. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, with legitimate beef, is not an excuse to mentally torture you. I’ll apologise, and forgive you, one last time, on the condition that you start acting like I’m dead or nonexistent. I am nothing, rememeternally. I pray, may the sword of St Michael sever these chains of attachment eternally. I can’t keep doing this. It’s not who I want to be anymore. We both need to be able to relax and live our lives unmolested by the past. Siren is having a child in the near future.