Lazy Roommate

I've been with this loser in this smelly hotel for three days. Damn it... How I hate my life. What would have happened if I had studied at university? It doesn't matter, it's too late. Oh, God, how I hate this guy. I must admit he's intelligent and whatever else, but, oh, God, he's annoying; I can't watch TV in peace without HIM butting in to talk about my situation. My condition hasn't improved since he arrived and I don't think it will. Just thinking about it makes me sleepy.

"Hi, idiot."

I said it in my deepest voice. It was useless, but it was funny. My eyes, which had been on HIM, turned to the television in front of me. It's a movie... A love movie that I wish I were in. What a shame. I could only move my eyes towards HIM for a few seconds to see if he had left... He hadn't. A simple movement of mine made all my bones creak as they adjusted to the lack of movement... I'm pathetic, I thought. Maybe lying down all day isn't good, and even less so not cleaning this sheet that has covered my sweaty body for 11 days...

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