  I have lived with this guy on and off over the years from my second year in college until many years later. He can be quite obbessive on little things but I always enjoy that from him and seeing that he has great ablities to just obbese the little things out of my wits.
During the past spring I was struggling with new meds and I was in one of my lowest point of my life and I was crying out for help and this dude was insane but I still love him the same and he called the cops and the whole city on my ass. They all come over and of course I had to deny it all because I wasn't ready and I was just simple just had fear of getting better.
I was pissed at Tom but now since the past few days I do admit I wish I did go out and got help when I had the chance when he made that call but it was a choice I made while ago but I am still graceful that he did care at least somehow even tho he gets sick of me quite often but he did give one second of care on my back and for that I am forever graceful for him to do that for me. Yes, I'm on new meds right now and it seems to be slowly helping me somehow. I still want A.D.D. meds not fucking depression meds but within three weeks I will see doctor again and tell him to give me what I really want. Right now I'm slowly going off paxil and going on Wellbutrin. Indeed It is different. Tom, thanks for bearing with me when I was a nut and crazy on my meds. 
