IRC-Galleria

Don't you just love it when, having worked your arse off solid for an entire year, on the one day when you feel "okei" with yourself, and everything, someone comes and shoots you down in flames.

I may be gone from The Devil Store, but certainly I am not forgotten. It's now well over a year since the big fight within our social group, but Richard still hasnt got over the fact that I didnt want him then, and will never ever want him.

He responded to this, by asking out my bestfriend, less than 4 hours after I turned him down.
And then, in the following 40 days, he managed to turn my friend against our entire social circle, until she became 100% dependent on him.
And, well, too much is never enough, is it? So then, on my friend's birthday, him, knowing full well that I was allergic to alcohol, decided to put some in my drink whilst I was bowling. When I took a sip, I tasted the alcohol, and he and my former friend burst into giggles.
I then asked Danielle, had she seen anything. And she stormed off, and then a few minutes later, Richard came striding up to our group and proceeded to scream his head off at me in the middle of a packed bowling alley.

The rest of that evening went fucking terribly. Everytime I tried to speak to one of my friends,he would physically stop it from happening, by making a total idiot of himself, and constandtly belittling me. Which is lovely. We went to a restaurant from the bowling alley, and whilst waiting for food etc, our group was talking, and then, my ex's phone rang. At the time, her ringtone was "Out of the Shadows" by The Rasmus, and as had become "normal", we did a little piss-take dance. Danielle joined in, before richard physically stopped her. Cunt.

Then the social situation kinda degraded. Danielle started skipping school to spend time with Him, and in the end, she skipped some of her A-Levels, the most important exams we could take. So automatically, she failed them, for him.

He was in my history class, and he didnt even bother writing anything in his exams. Which is laughable, because a year earlier he'd bragged that he would be the only one of our group to ever make something of himself. He had big plans to go to Law School, and become a Lawyer. Several times, after that night, he reduced me to tears during the lessons we shared, something that Ash (my teacher) picked up on, and constantly tried to avoid.

A memorable moment was when my sister stormed into the classroom, had a go at Richard, and, then, when stopped by Ash, she proceeded to steal my phone, and show the messages that I had sent.

But yeah... I digress....

Last weekend, I was in the UK for a family occasion. On Saturday, I had my haircut, to a style I had wanted for some time. I was feeling absolutely great about myself, which dont really happen very often. I had arranged to go into my old workplace to give my friend Phil a present that I owed him. And so I went, and it was cool. And then, I saw Richard... still flipping burgers 24/7, and yeah. But he kindly said to everyone that I had put on a lot of weight, looked like a lesbian, and that I should "fuck off back to where I belong."

For god's sakes, it has been over a year. Why cant he just get over the fact that what happened happend, and that I, unlike him, have chosen to pursue my dream and gain independence. It makes my blood boil that he dare say that about me, because he is supposed to be mature.

Iäm immature for complaining, but I dont care. I hate him with a passion I never knew existed.

And now, I have a "friend" telling me that I should forgive him.

This is the guy that sent me death threats, abusive messages, spiked my drink with a substance that could quite possibly have killed me, isolated a friend and poisoned her againstus, to the point where she burned all the memories from our times together.

You've gotta be kidding me.