I made a mistake.
A big mistake.
Something that will hurt someone -- a very good friend.
Oh, my God, I feel so awful.
I should have done something before, should have stopped it before it went any farther.
But.... I didn't.  I thought I could make it work.
Quite evidently, I both am and was wrong.
This is the closest to full disclosure I'll ever get online.

Suffice to say, Kelly's day has been far from ideal.  She has contemplated changing schools, changing her appearance to the point of being unrecognizable, even changing her citizenship on a national level (i.e. running away to France).  All will screw her over in the long term.

I'm not complaining.  They're my actions and I will take responsibility for them.  I have no other recourse, and any alternatives would fail miserably in the long run.  I'm merely venting my frustrations with -- who else -- myself, before the storm begins.

Wish me luck.  Pray for my grandfather, who is completely unrelated to the above paragraphs.  Jim Jeskey.  I would be very appreciative.

"Painting is a poetry that is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting that is heard and not seen." -- Leonardo da Vinci