One of my friends beat me up in school yesterday. And this is not the first time. I have been patient long enough. I’ve never punched him back, and I never will.

One hirit, that’s all I made. And he started punching me from behind. His anger was irrational at first. Puta! Lahat naman kaming mga kaibigan n’ya tinutukso s’ya ba’t ako na lang palagi binubugbog n’ya! It’s not fair. There must be something else you’re angry at me for. It’s not because I taunted him, which we all do, and not only because I’m the youngest and weakest one among his friends. And you haven’t told me that reason.

I do not need a friend who will hate me when I do my best. Just because I don’t share his depressions of a loser or something like that. I don’t need a friend who won’t be happy for me when I achieve. I do not need a friend who will hate me for what I own. I do not need a friend who will dislike me for who I am. I don’t need a friend who will dislike what I am no matter how sincere my friendship is. I don’t need a friend who will disregard everything I’ve done for him at one instant and eternally brand me as his God-sent depressor…

…when I haven’t done anything with my intention to hurt you.

Oh, don’t comment here. You tell me personally whatever you have to say.

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