I'm sorry.

I really didn't mean to make you worry so much.

I'm okay...
I have no intention of hurting myself.

When you told me that you had thought that, a lump formed in my throat and my chest felt empty. I had to supress the tears.

I've always known that you care about me and love me, but that made me realize it so much more.

I told you to read it so that maybe you wouldn't worry. But I forgot to tell him, and my idea fired back at me.

Going back and reading it now, I understand what you mean. It doesn't sound good, but all of it is true... only if you take it the way I meant it to be taken.
The way I meant to write it is obviously not the first thing someone thinks when they read it, though.

I didn't mean for it to be like that at all.

I talk to you, and I always will.
And I just want you to know that.

So, I truly am sorry for making you worry and wonder.

I'm sorry for scaring you.


*But don't be afraid for me; I'm strong... and I've got everything under control.*