I walked out on you because of how out of touch with reality you finally revealed yourself to be. You attempted to gaslight me, but instead you just made it clear: you need intensive psychiatric care. Everyday you walk on the streets, I fear for the people around you because you are not safe to be around.

I hope you someday find the peace you need, but I’m pretty sure your crazy is incurable. The world is a worse-off place with you in it.