I have a lot of excuses. I always have excuses. Live a life like mine, and excuses are what you're good at.
Ignore them. The apology is genuine, every time, but sometimes the reason is important. However, if I tried to put my finger on why, I'd come up with excuses, not an reason. There's only so far I can dig to discover the reasons for my actions. Even if I managed to dig further, they're erratic and don't correspond with my intentions.
How much is my fault? How much is imperfect brain chemistry, even with meds? Difficult to say, but it has been a habit of mine my whole adult life, on- and off-line. I arrive, make a scene, and slowly fade away. If I'm to follow tradition, I'll make a bit of a scene upon re-arrival, too.
It's nothing personal, and I haven't fallen off of the face of the Earth. I just . . . I don't know. I just disappeared, and it's as simple as that, and I apologize.
I'll update for real, soon. I'm alive and in no danger, and I hope all of you kind readers are well, too.
Peace, kats and kittens.