He doesn't think it's going to work out. He doesn't think we knew each other well enough, at least not in the real world kind of sense, yes, coz the real world is oh so much better.

Yep. What else? It's him, not me. It's his deal, not mine. He's crazy, not me. I realized this when I was talking to earlier, maybe, just maybe, the reason I became so angry at him for rejecting even my friendship was that because I was scared.

Yeah, scared. I was scared that when he's finally well, he's going to forget about me.

I was so determined to hold on to our friendship because I wanted him to look no further than myself when he's well enough to want to find someone to be with for the rest of his life.