Yes, dear readers, I am posting for the second time today. News has reached my ears that my ex Alex is once again camping on my blog. Stalking me, in very basic terms. I hope that he will never read this, because I hope that he will never find this blog again. But in case you do, Alex, I want you to know that sitting here and reading post upon post of mine will not bring the answers you seek, it will not tell you what you are searching for... the only way that you will ever find that is by looking within yourself and surveying what you have done to me. To find your answers you should answer the question: "how would I feel had I been forced to make tea for her every morning?", "how would I have felt if I had been blackmailed on a daily basis?", "how would I feel if she had not respected me? If she had not listened? If I had been crying and she had been ignoring me?" Ask yourself these questions Alex, and tell me, do you still think I left you for someone else instead of for my own reasons.
I have restrained myself from saying these things for a long time. When I said no contact I meant it. That was the only thing I asked for, that was it, and you agreed. Hassling my friends comes under the "contact" label, as does emailing me, childishly (I may add), and suggesting that my friends are bad friends and that my new partner is, to use your word, a "creep". Let me just ask; if Mark's a creep, what the hell does that make you?
Rant over.
Tomorrow I head into the realm of (hopefully not too sunny) Southampton. Much shopping and preparation is needed before the weekend, and though I'm looking forward to the shops, I know it will also be a rush, with such a lot of things needed to be purchased, and not really much time. Still, lunch and Hayley's company will be a welcome change from my room, especially with the loss of my ability to attend Guild Wars.
Hayley is right, spending time with her is not the same when Mark is around, it's just not "girl time", it'd be the same with any man about (except perhaps Ben :P).
In the meantime I'm enjoying a bout of Desperate Housewives and feeling more relaxed after this little rant. I have needed it for a while, and though I hope it never reaches him, at least it's around if he ever decides to camp on my blog again. It will not shut down, just as Hayley's will also not vanish, I enjoy the freedom of being able to say what I need to, even if it's to nobody.
In other news, I kind of like the new layout, though I did like the old one better. Still, an unrecognisable blog is called for. Red is my favourite colour, and has been for a long time.
Yes, that's it for tonight.
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