last year, i was friends with this puerto rican dude. he was short and couldnt speak english good. i seen him in the hallways at school before and he would nod at me and i'd do the same. on the bus ride home, we gotten a chance to talk and it felt good to make a new friend. as we got to know each other more, i began to like him more and then we chatted on facebook. we had a good conversation. we officially became good friends and i became obsessed with him. whenever he missed a day at school, i became depressed. He was always on my mind. i was never romantically attracted to him but i always imagine all kinds of things like running away with him to puerto rico. We started going to breakfast together at school and we had lunch together too. at breakfast, we would talk about what we did the day before and our plans for after school. one day, he invited me over to his house. i was nervous but i had fun. i met his mother who was 64 but his father was dead. he has brothers and sisters but they are all grown and does not live with him. it is just him and his mother. we played his ps2 and xbox 360. he gave me his playstation one games. it was a good day. over the next few visits, i became more relaxed. he taught me how to ride a bike and i was grateful for it. we would ride bikes together on the bike trail. we had good times. soon, i started noticing more things with him. he would come to school with a bad attitude and would be moody and rude to people. he would ask the same questions twice or more. one of the questions would be what i was doing after school? another one was if i knew how to fight and whether i fought other people. i told him i never fought anyone and he would asked what would i do if someone hit me? those questions made me uncomfortable. he asked me alot of questions and when i gave him an answer, he would ask why which irritated me. he would talk about something and then would say hello like i wasnt listening and i was. he would comment on alot of things like how i looked, how i walked and my manberism. he teased me for it which upsets me. i started to find it difficult to talk to him. he became so overbearing that my resentment towards him was strong and i remember writing curse words about him in my journal. i never told him how i feel because i thought that if i told him how i feel, he would question me repeatingly or be negative about it. when he wasnt around, i seeked companionship with other kids and it made me feel better. i was so miserable. it was hard waking up, knowing i had to sit next to him on the bus. i also mentioned i had one class with him so it was a nightmare being in it. on his absent day, i felt so much relief. one day when he came back from a mini vacation, he had a new haircut. i liked it but on that day, he was being a pain in the ass. at breakfast, he spilled milk on the table and he chose not to clean it. he just said forget about it and lets leave. so trifling for that. at lunch, he asked his same repeated questions as usual like what was i doing after school and i just ignored him and walked away. at that point, i was so tired of him. it was hard to look at him. when school let out, i didnt see him during the summer and i was glad. when the new school year started, i told myself i wasnt going to put up with his s**t so i stopped going to breakfast with him. we didnt have lunch or class together. on the bus, he asked why i stopped going to breakfast with him and i told him no reasons. he asked if he was the problems and i said no but i should have said yes. soon he stopped sitting with me on the bus and i unfriended him on facebook. i felt like a weight was lifted. nowadays, i dont see or speak to him at all. but in the future, i need to make better friends.
23 Dec 2012, 2:23 am
