Chapitre 11: Morty
January 9, 2020
Because of my entrance exam on Baguio (again), I'll be on the leave for 2 days coz I'll be staying in Baguio for two nights with my friends. I don't usually write when my friends are around, because I lack confidence when writing this shit, especially I'm a terrible writer, and I'm with a person that I really hate. Let's call him Morty of the Proud, no reference to Rick and Morty, though.
Morty is my friend back in elementary until junior high school. I've really hated him to the point where we became enemies. Things smooth out when we became classmates in senior high school. We both have no option, since we know each other and we are classmates since birth. But fuck in the seven hells, his attitude never changes. I've told him so many times that he needs to fix his attitude, but my Gregoritas, he still reverts back to normal. I dunno what's with his problem, but he's so annoying, proud, and self-centered.
What's worse is his biased attitude towards me and other people. I've always told my friends to be careful with Morty's attitude, but fuck, Morty's too kind to them. I've been a great friend with Morty back in elementary, but dude, my kindness was too abused to the point that I realized that I've been slaved. I can't escape, and I'm not an alpha male back then, because I have a fear of hurting other people's feelings. I've been too much of a pussy nice guy before, and I dunno what of today.
Anyways, I've soon forgetten Morty's presence today, since we've been both in different section (Yay!). Sadly, tomorrow, I'll be with him travelling to Baguio. I have no more option, but to be with him, since my solely goal in this trip is to take the San Pablo College Examination (San Pablo is a fictional name). I don't wanna fuck with his life again, because I won't gain anything, only swears from him. Back in elementary, he always swears a lot to me as if he's my boss, but not frequent today, since we only meet less frequently.
As of now, we are in a stable and good friendship. Sometimes, I get pissed off at his attitude, but it doesn't hurt me anymore. He even helped me one time with the payments in San Pablo. Yeah, he's still a good friend, especially when he needs something.
I have more to rant about him, but I can't think properly anymore because I just finished our research. It was only a few adjustments needed. I'll just talk about Morty in the near future when I clashed at him again. He's like one of the neutral antagonist of this story.
I'm really fucking sleepy again, and I need to sleep so that I have the energy to proof read my research and go to Baguio. I'm also coming to Baguio with my classmate, Choco of the Tough (not his real name) and his friends from outside. I didn't expect to be with them, but as far as I can tell, they are crazy, and it'll be a lot of fun bonding with them. One person even has Tinder in his phone, searching for San Pablo college students. So yeah, good night, and maybe, see you on Sunday.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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