...there is... honestly... a great deal wrong with quite a lot of what you've just said. Which is not- I'm not trying to condemn, I'm just- there's a lot of unhealthy things here.

You're fine now. But what about next week, when this place sends a new bout of oddness and awfulness our way? I know none of us can claim absolutely we'll be 'fine' then but... but you have to realize that this kind o-of catharsis is temporary. And it'll only make the eventual... the eventualdrop even worse.

You still have friends. You still- I'm still- if we were friends then we still are friends, as... as displeased as I was. Am. Christ.

...I am annoyed you've apparently decided my story was something to try and emulate. Not the point, Daniel. Not hardly.