Of course I know you didn't hang up. Unlike you, I reason. I was joking, and when you saw the message, you were going to make a big deal out of it, like we used to joke about. But I went to sleep, didn't see the message, and you freaked out. Normal people talk. They don't freak out and curse God and the world. Just as if it were the other way around, if something upset me, I'd talk to you. With everything you said, I could curse you, like I do with crazy people. But I can only feel sorry for a guy who every time he nurtures a friendship, when someone cares and tries to help like I tried, just freaks out and says the world is useless. Poor guy. I advised, and still advise, therapy. Otherwise, you'll die alone because of your disturbed mind that pushes away even the people who want the best for you (as I wish, now I don't want to). But I'm glad this happened. It just shows who you really are. Even more so because of the messages you sent me during your psychotic episode. You're disgusted by the world, by pussies, by the gym. You should be disgusted by yourself, you fucking hypocrite.

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