It's hard to stay, but even harder to leave. So I've made my decision. There's pain both ways, but one hurts less, and that's to stay. I know what I want to do, now it's up to the rest of you whether you'll have me. I've made the change, I've erased the hate. I hold no grudges and loathe no person in the clan or associated with it. I have come to terms with what must be, and though it is not what I want, we rarely get that, but this is more than acceptable.
	When I first acquired co-leadership to the original Irish Fusiliers, I had tried my best to associate power with responsibility. I didn't abuse it, I followed through with my duties, and had fun all the while. However, as time passed, I grew more and more weary of the daily ordeals I would have to rectify or investigate in order to procure a better clan. I can swear to you all up and down that I tried my best, and I did. The fact of the matter is, in the end, I still failed the clan and it's members all the same. It took me the longest time to realize that. I would always presume that anybody going against me was wrong and, coincidentally, that I was always right. This, quite obviously, was false.
	This phase lasted until my presence within the Irish Fusiliers abruptly ended due to my excessively undue arrogance and positively horrific amount of heresy that I so believed in. I set the bar for myself, and in the end, I didn't even please me. It was a hard job, and in the end I realized I did not have the experience to efficiently provide the respect and leadership that the Irish Fusiliers deserved as a whole.
	I've been able to think a lot on what I've done, why I've done it, and how I could've, should've, changed it over the past few months. I regret nearly everything I've done. For one thing, I can't understand how so many of my good friends today allowed themselves to continue and be just that, my friends. You're all incredibly good people and having you all around has assisted me in protecting my sanity from the rest of my mind.
	After it had all ended, in theory, I continued to pester the clan even after I had long past outrance. I simply wasn't done with the clan yet, though they were done with me. Those that wanted to could contact me, though not many did. I accepted that I simply wasn't wanted, wasn't needed, wasn't respected for all I put into the clan. That fact alone enraged me even more, I tried so hard to provide the best environment for play and communal activities. I wanted to perfect everything in the clan. I was trying to juggle a million things and be on a fucking unicycle at the same time. After I started thinking I wasn't appreciated, I lost it entirely. It's something I shouldn't have done, but I still believe I tried my hardest to this day.
	This clan, as previously stated by many people over a multitude of conversations and forum posts, is the best there is. It's a family to me. I love everybody in it, but love back isn't even required. I'm happy to be around you guys. I lose my temper easily. I find myself to get attached without effort. I can like you without you liking me. I am Angry Cheese. What would you have of me?