Heaven and Hell...on Earth

Friends...that is one thing Rob really doesn't have any of, last time I checked.
The guy whose cock he sucked the other night, isn't a friend, that's a trick, something he always confused. Just cuz you get them off, doesn't make them a friend.
He was always jealous of how I was the centre of attention, all the while me, not even trying. It's more my mouth that makes me the centre of attention, my silliness and goofiness that makes me, at times, the centre of attention, to this day.
Rob has a dry, weak sense of humour. I would always joke that he left his sense of humour at work, cause he was so blah allot of the time. I know I push limits with jokes and what not, Rob barely caused a ripple. I always had to hear "they like you more than me, they don't even talk to me" - Well Rob...maybe cause you're as boring as a friend as you are a fuck. It never really helped Rob that he would bad mouth most of our friends, for the dumbest of reasons. Things he didn't agree with or opinions he didn't agree with. He was never a fan of anyone else' opinion.
But after all that, he would have the nerve to complain about not having any/many friends. The thing is, Rob never fully opened up to his/our friends. That's why he doesn't have any, no one really knows him, at least not like I did. He always wanted to impress people in one way or another, but being in my shoes, I was never impressed, knowing what I know of him. To this day, I think he lives in a bubble that, if it hasn't burst already, it soon will. It must be sad to be over 40, no friends, no life. Sure he must have a few bucks in the bank I'm sure, even after spending some of slag sites and phone sex chats and possibly the odd rent boy here or there. Honestly I can bet hes paid a boy or 2 to get his rocks off, trust me, it is in his nature and Ive put him to the test years ago, so that wouldn't not surprise me. He lives in a world of denial, a make believe world. The beauty of it is, his wake up call must be a sad one. 40+ living with mum and dad, being a whore, no real friends, in therapy for being pathological liar and cheat and the only good thing about him is probably his job. If he lives his life as he did the last 15+ years, he will have no future, except for one possibly at the hassle free clinic downtown. I always said, after we split, that I would never go to his place, he seemed a bit upset when I said that a while ago. How could I sit on a sofa that he would have had countless slags flopped over on it. I shudder at the thought of what his own place would be like. The thought of it disgusts me as much as the thought of him in itself. On another note, he was never the most hygienic of people, except for work. His "housework" skills where crap. I remember after my little jaunt over in London earlier this year, I came home to a filthy apt. That was due to his entertaining in my apt while I was away, but he could have picked up the hoover just once. He was nice enough to wash my bedsheets, stained from nights of jackin off with god knows who...thanks -
For someone as educated as him, he is the most uneducated person in the field of, "life". He doesn't know how to live a real life. Hes dark and secretive and somehow expects or wants to be happy. Heaven and hell are right here on earth, decided by your own free will...Rob has chosen hell on earth as his existence is the most pathetic Ive ever encountered. Sad and lonely is what his life has become and its all of his own doing, well done.