I know a certain friend who I always went to play with ever since we both were seven years old, we used to play videogames together, go out and do stupid things, and basically do everything lil' kids do with friends.
But as some of you may know by now, things change with time, I'm not talking about that he changed due to drugs, because he doesn't do drugs, or at least not that much anyway, I don't have proof yet. I'm talking about that he always seemed jealous of me, jealous because I had more friends than him, because of my irrational, sometimes cheerful, sometimes really angry behaviour, and because I treat people with more respect.
I didn't notice that at the time, but his jealousy would change his behaviour with me and others for the future.
By the time we got to the high school we were a bit distant, and we would be more distant with each passing day, making him even more jealous because I hung out with other friends, even though we both were on the same class.
Fast forward seven years, almost my entire class quitted high school due to *some troublesome teachers who treated us like the worst scum ever*. I was in a very bad mood, really really depressed, mostly because I:
a)Didn't think I'll end up quitting high school, I always got very high marks until then.
b)My very first girlfriend, and the only one I've had (still true to this day), cheated on me and left me alone, so we obviously broke up, leaving me even more depressed
I thought about that situation for three months, and later on I decided that I wanted to do a computer-related module (I don't know how it's called on other countries, in Spain is called that way), so I went to Ibiza, the neighboring island, to apply for the module, but since I applied a month and a half later than supposed I would have loss a bit of class, but I didn't care.
Well, it turns out that my friend happened to apply for the same fucking class as me, and when he saw me in there, he started spreading misinformation about me on the class, saying bullshit like "His girlfriend was a slut and he wants to suicide because of that" or "He likes to cut his wrists, he's really depressed".
I never wanted to break his face so much, but since I always treat everyone nicely, I didn't even show a slight expression of anger and replied with a dull "Hello".
A year later, he still does the same, and the entire class knows that it's not true, he always brags about his girlfriend (which he changes every few months :/) and keeps telling that I'm a sucker because I had only one gf and never had sex with her(?.
Good thing no one from my class knows that I still meet with my ex-gf when we can, since we are on different cities, and that I'm not a virgin anymore.
By the end of this year, since I will move to a different city, I will tell him to fuck off and that he's the worst guy I ever had the disgrace to meet, meanwhile I'm just writing this blog while listening to The Offspring and waiting for the ferry to arrive to the island I live.
And if you've read this entire blog entry: Congratulations! You deserve a cookie!
But as some of you may know by now, things change with time, I'm not talking about that he changed due to drugs, because he doesn't do drugs, or at least not that much anyway, I don't have proof yet. I'm talking about that he always seemed jealous of me, jealous because I had more friends than him, because of my irrational, sometimes cheerful, sometimes really angry behaviour, and because I treat people with more respect.
I didn't notice that at the time, but his jealousy would change his behaviour with me and others for the future.
By the time we got to the high school we were a bit distant, and we would be more distant with each passing day, making him even more jealous because I hung out with other friends, even though we both were on the same class.
Fast forward seven years, almost my entire class quitted high school due to *some troublesome teachers who treated us like the worst scum ever*. I was in a very bad mood, really really depressed, mostly because I:
a)Didn't think I'll end up quitting high school, I always got very high marks until then.
b)My very first girlfriend, and the only one I've had (still true to this day), cheated on me and left me alone, so we obviously broke up, leaving me even more depressed
I thought about that situation for three months, and later on I decided that I wanted to do a computer-related module (I don't know how it's called on other countries, in Spain is called that way), so I went to Ibiza, the neighboring island, to apply for the module, but since I applied a month and a half later than supposed I would have loss a bit of class, but I didn't care.
Well, it turns out that my friend happened to apply for the same fucking class as me, and when he saw me in there, he started spreading misinformation about me on the class, saying bullshit like "His girlfriend was a slut and he wants to suicide because of that" or "He likes to cut his wrists, he's really depressed".
I never wanted to break his face so much, but since I always treat everyone nicely, I didn't even show a slight expression of anger and replied with a dull "Hello".
A year later, he still does the same, and the entire class knows that it's not true, he always brags about his girlfriend (which he changes every few months :/) and keeps telling that I'm a sucker because I had only one gf and never had sex with her(?.
Good thing no one from my class knows that I still meet with my ex-gf when we can, since we are on different cities, and that I'm not a virgin anymore.
By the end of this year, since I will move to a different city, I will tell him to fuck off and that he's the worst guy I ever had the disgrace to meet, meanwhile I'm just writing this blog while listening to The Offspring and waiting for the ferry to arrive to the island I live.
And if you've read this entire blog entry: Congratulations! You deserve a cookie!
