May the debt collectors forever have their feet in your door.

You can't run forever. I hated you so badly and wished you would die every day that you tormented me. Let this be a warning to anyone who comes across your path, for I believe that you'll never change your ways. Wicked, wicked boy.

I trusted you with my money. It seemed we were in the same boat. A missing flatmate and unpaid bills: you'd called him up and told him how much he owed. You told me that he was giving you the money tomorrow and that you could pay my bills while you were at it.

A month later I received disconnection notices from gas, electricity and phone companies. I was still owing the full amount, $680. It was Christmas day. I had been at a friends house, blissfully unaware, and had decided to check my post box at the last minute.

I could hardly make it home. I felt so ill.

I confronted you. You told me that there was some stuff up, that you had paid and you'd call them all and find out what was going on. I ended up going to the police after a week, but they wouldn't help. After a while, I finally got you to sign an agreement and you began to pay. I only got 2 payments, then the excuses started rolling in.

You had bronchitis and hadn't been to work. Your bank was offline and your cheque hadn't cleared. I called the bank, they said there was no sign of any computer malfunction. When I called round, you were aggressive, as if it were my fault your life was so miserable.

"I've got other bills to pay," you said. You looked at me like it was no skin off my nose to have $500 missing from my wallet.

Well, your ex girlfriend called me. She asked if I had gotten my bond when I'd moved out. Turned out you swindled her out of $260.

Over the next weeks, I couldn't contact you. I ended up finding a debt collector. She found you'd gone, wrecked the flat, owed rent. You disappeared. It was the middle of March.

I'd endured a little over 2 months of moods swings. I'd go from depression to violent anger to nothingness. I wished you death and misfortune. I wished that you'd feel as twisted up as I did.

Well, this story has a happy ending. A friend told me about the balance of the universe, how if someone is feeling happy then another is feeling sad. I asked him why I had to be so miserable one night, why my guts were burning and my mind was screaming. He replied it was because you felt so good taking all this cash that wasn't yours.

The day that the debt collector's reports trickled down to a dry trail, I knew you were out of my life. I felt content. It no longer hurt. I'd worked and saved and that cash hole was filled. I could afford groceries and bills again. I hoped you were far away and running.

I walked past my old place and checked the mail. I saw a lot of mail for you. I looked through the little plastic windows of the envelopes. They all had red "Urgent notice", "Attention" and "Please pay now". I felt sorry for all those companies that never credit checked you before they hired you their goods.

Fare ill, Rhys. You think the world owes you something. You're wrong to so indescriminantly scam people without even thinking of their situations and emotions.

Celia