The ending
So here I am posting a journal after years of using this web site. The friend who got me hooked on Live Journal is no longer my friend for the time being. I kissed his girlfriend two and a half weeks ago, among other things, and no one knew. I didn't expect anyone to ever find out.
One day, probably three days ago, he has a blow out fight with her. He finds out. I'm nowhere near where he lives at this point and I'm working. He calls me and threatens me, yells at me, lectures me, and vents. He wants to kill me for a while. Later in the night he cools down and lets me know that the friendship is over.
The worst thing is that I know of this and I don't care. I wanted to mess around with her, I got it, and now I'm paying the price. I don't think I like her very much now but then again I don't get angry over superficial things like this easy. She did tell him. That's why I could be angry at her.
I was able to be honest with him and I apologized. I don't really feel like I apologized to him but to myself for screwing with people. For being that kind of person. The person who screws with people and relationships.
I don't know what I feel. If this is supposed to be depression then I like it. I don't think it is.
I can't describe.
Richard and I. No longer. Friends.