Thoughts on "Richard/JJ"

I was debating whether to actually make this post or not coz it might not side well with many people, however i don't care. Does it matter anymore? Not to me. Blogger has gone to shit pretty much.

So, i was sitting around last night about to go to bed and i was alerted that Paul posted a message from "JJ" on his blog (there goes my sleep) so i decided to check it out.

Some of what was in the message i knew a bit of but a fair chunk was new to me. That threw me back. As did the many comments that followed.

Here is what made my blood boil : (i wont name names but it is clear to see who posted back on the comment section)


"I'll welcome you with open arms."


"You have a great imagination."

"I have to say you are a great writer and story teller."

"MSN was where you made enemies, so stick to a blog, and emails."

But here's the best one - "Perhaps you could even start to pen your own story like Cody and Tristan, you definitely have the talent for it. Just make sure you are honest when talking about yourself."

Just gtfo seriously.

I dunno why people would welcome "Richard" back (im sure he will read this but i still dont care) he decieved us, every last one of us, for 6 months and some people want more deception? Screw that.
He does have a great imagination, he may be a great writer and story teller but that is what he fucked us over with.
I enjoyed that one about msn too.
But that last one is something special. I don't even have the words to say anything about it.


On the other hand, here is some stuff from the comments i did like -

"all these guys that want you back well thats just crazy"


"seem to me some these guys want to make you a hero well you are no hero to me and i hope i never meet someone like you again."

"forgiveness at any cost? Sorry, not in my book"

I also enjoyed Sammy B's post, Gabe's 2nd post, David's 2nd post and the words of Lightning Baltimore. You guys + DJ can be my friends.


And this is to "Richard", my final words to him :

I don't really know where to begin now that i know everything. Everything has been made up...
You want applause, well you have it from me, you successfully fucked me over. Congratulations.
I was so excited when we first met. I felt ecsatic, i wanted to talk to you 24/7 to try and get to know you better. I did, well, i got to know of your dreams and your dream problems.
You kept me up on many nights till past 4am to deal with those "problems" which were all made up. You were the cause of many sleepless nights because i had real feelings for you. I wonder if you did for me, or maybe you sat there laughing at everyone.
The hospital visit, the story about Mike, the story about the school bully, your coming out story, your parents knowing about your blog, your constant "fights" with David which constantly had me on edge and worried, your gay friends which i envied... the list goes on... it aroused all these different emotions and actions in me which i now know meant absolutely nothing.
I cried for you, with you, i made you a fucking video for your birthday and it probably wasn't even your birthday for all i know. I even sang on camera for you.
Over the months, i felt like i was talking to a real person. It seemed real, i never questioned your photos, or the itunes cards you somehow managed to afford, but that all counts for nothing now.

I hope you're happy. You have left me with severe trust issues. I told you stuff that i never thought i would ever tell anyone in the whole world. You know some of my deepest secrets and you're not even who you say you are. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL!?
To me, some random kid knows too much about me. I feel naked and vulnerable.
David came to me with some suspicions not long ago and i said he was being paranoid and left it at that. You had me so engrossed with you, you had me wrapped around your little finger. I denied his suspicions coz i didn't want to imagine anything like that happening - what is happening right now.
But what i don't get is why you feel you had to lie. Why couldn't you come into blogland and blog about your real life and the truths instead of your dream life?
I don't, DJ didn't, David didn't. Gabe didn't.  They don't make up plastic and phoney bullcrap. (I hope but i dunno, how can i trust anyone?) You could have posted about your real life and this shit would have never happened. Your real life problems could have been helped with instead of made up stuff. And BTW, that is *could have* i don't want redemption in hearing it now, i couldn't care and i couldn't trust your words.
I don't even know if what you have told everyone now is true. Everything has built up and over the past few weeks the cold, hard truth has emerged and has again caused me a great lack of sleep. The past 6 months which i thought were brilliant now, are total shit.
Im not going to say anything else but i echo the words of DJ "i hope i never meet someone like you again"
And to round things off, i concur with how Gabe feels as well "YOU have made me want to stop blogging"

Goodbye... "friend"


I don't know when you guys will here from me again. You can thank Richard or whatever the fuck he wants to be called.

Bye.