I thought I could offer you a friend to talk to about things your other friends wouldn't understand. My intentions were honorable and you thought I was making a move on you. Anyway, Leon, you made it crystal clear that I'm a fag and you don't want me as your friend, so I have to respect your wishes.
Leon, this is a private email. You're not lost at all. Do I have to say it? Okay, I'll be your whipping boy again and say it so you can call me names. I think you are gay and hiding it from everyone...including yourself. I think it's a hard, lonely existence you are leading and that it leads to some weaker kids turning to suicide even. Now you can scream at me and call me a fag and tell me I'm wrong. Go ahead.
I'm not polite to you, no reason for you to be polite to me. Simple.
...Yeah. Sure. When I get ready to jump I'll be sure to give you a call, and let you know. Then you can remind me of all that again. Then, magically, I might not leap to my tragic end.