*Sigh*

That is the problem with being happy, it is so big a thud when you are brought back down. I thought it had all settled, that I was free of her and her twisted manipulations. She had attempted to weasel her way back into my life, but I politely sidestepped. So of course this simple act has started the venom flowing through her veins, engaging that sick psychosis once more. But this time I am taking the official path. Her original actions are already on file with the police. This may well be the one thing which tips the scale and forces me to ask them to intervene, which I had requested them not to previously.

Why on earth do the people in her life allow this sickness to continue?

Life, amusement and the general rolling on of just being...

Life rolls on. All has settled down in our world other than swine flu in the school, manicness in the co-ordinating of the school trivia night (whose smart idea was it to volunteer for that role?), and the general fast pace of life.

Someone said to me when all the drama hit (and the betrayal of someone you had considered a friend for 5 years does hit hard no matter how old you are), "You cannot control the actions of others." She did not mention anything about not being amused by those actions, however.

I am observing a situation which greatly tickles my funny bone. The former friend turned stalker is now cosying up to people she formerly loathed in the hope of winning some insane, all in her head, popularity competition. These are women she has ranted about, especially one who she has called a skank, a whore, and a slut based on witnessing a harmless flirting session many years back at her son's soccer training. She has also hates both their children, and calls them names I will not repeat.

I should be ashamed that I am finding this so hilarious. I should, at my age, be more mature about it. It is all so high school. But it has been made all the more interesting by her progressing to badmouthing others she still supposedly calls friends. I am not the only one she is targeting, now others are watching, shaking their heads as they realise what a little dog she really is. You have to laugh, it is so obvious, and her actions are truly funny. Wonder what these acquaintances would think if the MULTITUDE of people she has slandered these women to (and it is a lot of people) were to let out her true opinions?

I don't intend to, and I hope no-one else does. It would spoil the fun, and a good giggle is so healthy! I know I should feel pity for someone with such a screwed up mind, but surely laughter is better than anger. And I feel so free without this emotional cesspool in my life! Woohoo, bring on the show! Sorry, bit carried away for a minute there...

This is where it gets serious.

Definition
An obsession is an unwelcome, uncontrollable, and persistent idea, thought, image, or emotion that a person cannot help thinking even though it creates significant distress or anxiety.

Someone is obsessed. With me. I am being slowly suffocated by someone's sick mind and their uncontrollable urge to own me. It didn't seem like a big issue. She has always been a very needy, weak individual, an emotional succubus. One who does not ever listen to your problems, or your needs, but makes it all about her. Bah, no biggie, just take a step back from the friendship for a while, let the emotions cool.

Until yesterday. Yesterday when I found out she had changed hairdressers to mine. Yesterday when I found out she was copying my unusual hairstyle. Yesterday when others FINALLY told me just how warped her feelings about me had become.

It is not okay to be so angry, frustrated and hurt that you lie awake all night constantly thinking about ME. Especially when I have done nothing to you other than put a bit of distance between us.

It is not okay to spend session after session with your psychologist ranting about ME.

It is not okay to follow my every move and claiming you rescued ME from a situation which you made so much worse by your actions, and then being angry with ME for choosing to let go of past issues and allow life to move on. And it is certainly not okay to then jump back into that situation to interfere again! Luckily the third party has worked you out and will not allow it!

You are ill. I am only just coming to the realisation of just how ill this is. And as of today I am taking back the control, taking back the balance of power, and I will be addressing this farce with those closest to you so they can get you help and get you the FUCK out of my life!

Done.