May 13, 2026. Collin sent that email lastnight. I think he came out in it. "Find a "normal fag"". Ah, no, kid. I wanted you. But I understand, the conditions of my life, the way it's all gone, I can't pass for a fag anymore, I can't do faggy stuff with you, since you ruined all my clothes and broke my arm and my neck and destroyed my hair and my self-esteem. It's sad. I wonder what will happen to you. I wonder if you'll ever figure it out, or just sail through life on your mechanic money and chest hair. I don't believe in love at all. I don't believe love has ever existed for me. That's