fucked

there was something about him. something that screwed him over in so many ways. whenever all of us friends got together, I felt like we pushed him aside and made him feel neglected, even if we didn't mean to. maybe it has to do with his education, his circle of friends, his different hometown. it was all so very weird to us. I really couldn't get why outsiders liked him from the moment they met - he was a very loving person, but his flaws didn't make up to his' qualities - and that made me sad. I felt bad for being a witness of such a waste of potential on his side. he was so young, but also so sick and tired of everything. and when I use the word "everything" I really mean it: he wasn't into any kind of physical exercise, organization habits, mathematical thinking, or worries of any kind. he didn't really care about making plans, but he had already stablished his achievements, even though he never moved a finger in order to get them. I guess he thought everything would fall right onto his lap all of the sudden someday or somehow. I didn't really chose to have him in my life, he came as a part of a package that I already had had for many years before. I hated him. but you know me, I hate things in the most loving way I can.