I feel so betrayed. Fucking idiot, believing all those exciting projects we were going to work on. Been waiting for so long ready to get going.

That guy the other day was asking me why I look unhappy, so I told him: It's almost one year since I came here, I look at myself, and I see I didn't get anywhere. I'm almost in the same situation as one year ago, except with a much smaller savings account. I told him I wasn't very happy that all the stuff we'd been talking about (doing stuff together, the "rat race" he liked to talk about, etc.) two years ago didn't look like the situation I saw now a days.

He stopped me and very fastly (that's his technique to try to make me forget the point of my conversation) said something about not taking "two years" ago as a reference point. Why not "one year ago" or "six months ago"?

Well, if he wants to take one year ago as a reference point... what we talked one year ago didn't happen either. And what we talked six months ago didn't happen either. The only parts that happened were the ones in which I spent a lot of my savings in getting ready, buying software, hardware, etc.

He just used me as some sort of support, moral and economic. Whenever he was in need, I helped him out. I even spent one Christmas and New Year alone stuck in the icy weather of the NE because I couldn't afford visiting my relatives. Why I couldn't afford that? Because I had given him most of my money to bail him out of his financial problems.

Now I see the deep sense of purpose all that fucking miserable winter had.

When he talks fast like that, a bit excited pretending to be angry like that... I know it's because he knows I was right and was just trying to get me distracted from those facts.

He's a good storyteller. But it's so sad I'm the only one who fell for them. The other guys in the office stayed away. They were smart.