Run, hide, don't forget you lied...

So, what's with this freak? He's running from me. Officially. He's darting from room to room and acting like he's normal, which only makes him seem nutz. This weekend I'm not hanging out in this room, and I was about to say, I wanted to invite people over. Fuck that. There's so much to do in SF I can chill in any park or at a friend's or clean my fucking car or whatever, right? It would be nice to feel comfortable in my own house. Soon. Looking forward to the new situation. I guess it's my own paranoia that W. would actually have found out about the blog dedicated to his mess. Not that I give a FUCK what he thinks. It's more about what he would know. I don't want him to know anything about the new situation.

The other day I was thinking that, "damn, we were friends like 2 months ago!" Now, not so much. We're both thinking, "I can't believe YOUR ACTING like this!" He is still giving me the silent treatment. I think he pretends to be on the phone and look busy. Who wants to talk to that stuttering tweaker at 8 in the morning.

"I party, I play but that jerk can kiss my ass anyway". The harder he tries to pretend he's not using, i'm just not buying it. He's a freakshow, narcissistic, paranoid, socio-pathological, lying, selfish, thieving, piece of trash. Fuck you, W. Fuck you. I want to tell you directly. HOWEVER, I want you to ask me for the rent first. I don't want to engage and endanger the possiblity of us having that conversation. You're a fucking jerk.

If he says anything to me while i'm moving, I'm going the fuck off:

"How dare you steal from me and then fix your lips to ask me for more money. I should fuck you up for what you've done so far. You need lunch money, mutherfucker? YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK FOR NUTRIENTS. You have endangered my living space, refused to communicate because you didn't want me to know that you were FUCKING BROKE. Bitch, I already knew that! You buy food, drink, and live life off of MY MONEY?!?!? THEN, you make me feel uncomfortable in the space I'm PAYING to live in. For all these things you are SO FUCKING LUCKY I have not laid hands on you. God know's I think about it daily. REALLY.. DAILY. Everytime i see your ugly, twisted, contorted face, you stupid fuck I want to put my fist through your face. I know the feeling is mutual, that's what makes it so volatile between us. For weeks i've been wanting you to just JUMP lil froggy. I want to break your fucking nose you stupid FUCK. I hate you and everything you've done. I loved the person you WERE before you became 'W. The Methhead version of my former friend' Don't say another fucking word to me in life, bitch. When you see me in public, leave. When you walk by me in the street, divert your eyes. Any other reaction will not end well for you. Know that every word I say to you is true. I will put my foot all the way in your ass."