The Diary

:(5):

       "Alright, so you're telling me I have to let the shit have eugh his-his space before I decide to tell eugh tell him what's the dealio?" I folded my arms over my chest, staring at the couple acting out scenarios in front of me.

       Every time Rick 132 would scare his Morty, they'd end up kissing and making me gag. "Shou-Shouldn't I give him his space eugh after?"

       Morty shook his head, "When he was here, he-he told me th-that he lo-liked you a l-lot. S-So you should pr-probably do it-it our way." 

       I'd been here for a few days, having to put up with this. I'd wound up sleeping outside a few times, not wanting to deal with the moans and groans coming from another room in the house. On several occasions, I heard names screamed even on the porch. It was torture, and I couldn't put up with it much longer. I couldn't stomach any more of this lovey dovey bullshit. 

         "Al-Alright, so eugh so just let him do what the fuck eugh ever when I-I-I see him again." I stood up, "Nope, not happening. Thanks eugh for wasting my time, letting me hang out and eugh and shit. Have fun ass-fucking again, you're pros." I shuddered, whipping out my portal gun and heading back home. 

       

       Beth was at the dining room table, a bottle of wine in one lazy hand as she was passed out. I groaned, tugging the bottle from her fingers and throwing it into the trash. When is she gonna get it through her head that I don't plan on leaving again?

       I pulled her to the living room, laying her on the couch before I crawled back up to my room.

       I tried. I can't get the fucker out of my head. God dammit, I don't want this. I didn't sign up for this. I didn't ask to be born into this. Why can't I just be me, the Rickest Rick, without having to worry about my Mortiest Morty? I didn't even try to hurt him that time. And I wasted my fucking time with the two biggest love-birds out there, getting absolutely nowhere with this. I'm just gonna have to live with the fact that Morty fell victim to order and I will never, ever do that same. I do not want to. It's wrong, too messed up even for me.
       But sometimes I can't help but wonder. The little 'what ifs' eat at me. Maybe it doesn't have to be this way? But Morty's pissed at me. He probably doesn't even want to talk about this.