Conor really is going Newcastle. At first i was gutted, but as the day went on, there was only me, dan, clarke and him in Manchester, so he just kept on ripping into me relentlessly. I now really couldnt care if he does go.
He was telling stories of things that happened during nights of like year 9/10, making me look like a dick, and him look like God's Gift. He's a complete ass based on today. I walk slightly ahead of people and look in shop windows and stuff, i dont know why its just a habit, and he kept leading everyone else away from me down alleyways and then sprinting off. He didnt get very far, the fat fucker. But he kept trying to do it again and again, even when we got back to Altrincham hours later.

We'd been in Starbucks in town, and it was quiet and dead chilled. Conor slobs out on the sofa, puts his shoes (disgusting grubby Gola things) on the table and shouts, laughs and swears the loudest i've ever heard anyone in Starbucks. He's an embaressment at times like that, i just kept my head down and hoped no-one came over to say anything, which they didnt. Which maybe he needs. No-one ever tells him when he's wrong, so to him, he's always right. His opinion is always correct, and anyone anyone else thinks is wrong. He's got no social awareness, no etiquette and its really starting to do my head in.

He rips me because of personal issues that i'm not going to go into on here. I was open about it 6 months ago, and it doesnt bother me really, so when people first started making jokes about it i didnt do anything because it didnt bother me, but now its every time i'm out with him, something gets him onto these issues and i've had enough. It goes on and on and other people start contributing, and its all a big joke to some because they dont have anything that effects them in the same way. Theres nothing wrong with me or anything, and im not disabled at all, its just the way i am, and yet its all a big joke..

Later on he made me look like a prick in front of girls by telling them stuff that i'd told him in confidence as soon as i was just out of earshot. I am by no way homophobic, i am not gay myself, but i said something that was borderline hetrosexual and he tells girls it and puts a spin on it like i'm some gay pervert. They all think i'm weird and gay now because of it (not that being gay is weird) and its upsetting.
Its not the first time he's done stuff like that behind my back though, at Toms a while ago he told a girl i used to be very good mates with about the same personal issues mentioned before when i was just out of earshot, but i walked in halfway through it all. She thinks im weird now, and i cant talk to her out of embarresment and awkwardness now. The worst thing is, i never would have found out if i hadnt walked in on it.

Sorry for dragging on but if you've got this far reading then, please carry on, i just need to get it all off my chest.

We were best mates but now, today we just argued or he annoyed me hugely. He's just a bully really, everything he does has to be ripping someone, me or anyone else, everything is always a put down with Conor. Well today i decided
This is where i start to stand up for myself.

Anyone who mentions the personal issue to try and rip me gets a smack if it was out of nowhere, and i'm going to avoid getting into social situations with Conor and other people.

The sooner he leaves the better is my opinion at the moment. It sounds harsh but you dont know how angry, betrayed and upset i feel at the moment.

Today's only consolation is that i bought some Ian Brown tickets for October next year. My mum and dad are going too, but we'll make our own way.

Thanks for reading this complete essay.