I'm just craving to talk to him. He's technically not my ex. He's my evil ex-friend we kinda fucked me on occasion and occasionally told me he loved me.

BUT HE'S PURE EVIL! He stole my gas cards. He cheated on his last boyfriend with like 40 people. He's a compulsive liar. He told me he was this insanely rich person when he was actually poor (whatever, i don't need money from someone)... He's just crazy. He told me he had a brain tumor. He's nuts.

But he's also a genius (literally -- in his early-mid 20s and getting his PhD. He went to a top University with me, and couldn't be able to fake the kind of intelligence he had). And he has a huge dick.

AND I REALLY WANT TO CALL HIM, BUT HE'S EVIL. EVIL I TELLS YA. But I miss him so much. After I told him I couldn't talk to him because it was fucking up my life, he sent me emails saying he missed me. And text messages. And another email. I just had to ignore them all.

But now I really want to talk with him...

What to do????

ew. he sounds like andrew cunanan.

run!

Cut lengthwise.

I don't get it.

omfg i think i know him.

noway -- if you do... please please please don't tell him i'm thinking about him... fuck... i put too much info into it.

i guess there aren't that many compulsive liar genius's.

run. unless you really need a nutjob in your life - then call him.

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then she dances skirt swaying in the half-light she dances white blossom in the black sky
'I need new clothes', she thinks, 'new skin, a mind I can bear to live in'.

dude.

i don't need a nutjob in my life.

the whole thing is so weird.

it was really ironic how he was telling me he was rich and he was poor. it's just so funny... i don't want to get into it.

i took a valium. this will calm me down. then i won't miss him. then i can watch tv. ah, tv.

get into it because this is the creepiest part of it all and i want to know.

he just claimed to have all this money. it's ironic. i'm not sure if he had a crippling lack of self-esteem, or he just liked lying for fun. he would give people these stockholm syndrome type gift... it's like he opened a psychology book and figured out the best way to sadistically fuck with people. i sort of found out about all his evil ways, and i exposed him -- because i didn't want other people to have to deal with his bullshit. i think he had it out for me ever since. keep your friends close and your enemies closer kinda thing. i have no idea, really. he kept pretending to get rehabilitated. i think i bought it once.

it was just hard for me because he was really smart and not a raging histronic mess, like most gay people. and i really liked the genius part because i didn't have to dumb things down...

that's the thing: i have absolutely no idea what he's telling the truth about and what he isn't. everything he's ever told me could be a lie.

but i had fun talking with him. it's just the evil part was annoying.

so i had to say goodbye.

but i really wanted to laugh with him about how weird myspace is... i even made a thread about it to try to compensate for his absence...

(which, strangely enough, is relevant to the whole thread, but no one read it...)

i don't know. literally i thought for a long time he was just staying friends with me so he could build up to some ultimate mind-fuck screw-over asshole thing, because that's the kind of fucked up person he could be. he just lied soooooo much. i don't even know if he was lying about being in therapy later. it's just fucked up.

i don't have a razor. and i eat with plastic forks because i don't like washing dishes. household chores aren't my "thing." i never learned to do them.

Why call when you can bake a cake and claim you were just in the neighborhood. Bring a gun.