friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
My Best Friend Left Me
I don't know if this will even go through. You blocked me from messaging you, I reactivated my old profile so that I could send this to you. I know you don't want to hear from me, so maybe you'll get this, maybe you won't. I don't really know, but I'm going to try anyway. Every other time I've thought about what I've wanted to say, but this is half thought and half free-write. My emotions are already getting the best of me.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Her Pain
Intro: Harsh words are like bullets; no matter what, they can still leave a painful injury. And sometimes, a "sorry" is not enough to heal the wounds you leave. She’s fed up with not being good enough. She’s fed up with being made to feel ugly. Fed up with feeling unwanted. Let me take a second to remind everyone she is not an object. Rather, she is a person who cares, has feelings, and has a heart. Tired of being made to feel like an idiot on how she acts, feels, or when she says anything. So she is keeping her mouth shut, feelings to herself, & staying alone. Better that way, according to her.
By josh napper8 years ago in Humans
Follow Up on Adult Bullying
Where I left off with my last story wasn't the full issue of what happened after, so here I am writing the rest of what went down after the fact and before the baby. This is going to be more on how everyone viewed what happened and how they felt from what the other two had told me. When people aren't physically there, people tend to blame the one thrown into the middle of things. Sometimes certain individuals involved won't own up to what they did wrong even though they know exactly what they did wrong. Actually, it could be considered molestation since nobody had my permission in the first place.
By Aliyah Sanguedolce8 years ago in Humans
My First Taste of Culture Shock
Ever since I was young, people always told me that friendships are among the most important things in life. Whether they give you emotional support or simply a place to crash for the weekend, friends are one of the most vital part of anyone's psyche. They are the ones you make lifelong memories with, the ones you argue with, and the ones you trust with the things you wouldn't tell your parents about. In many ways, they're extensions of the person you seek to be.
By Ramiro A. Hernandez8 years ago in Humans
The Ignoring Game
David’s room is like a home to me. Every inch of the place has been marked with memories that he and I had together. The walls are covered with pictures he drew. I stare up at each one, smiling. I watched David draw them himself, and I critiqued each one as he taped them to the wall. Of course, I always told him that his works in crayon were the best I had ever seen. They splatter the room’s gray walls with color, lighting up the room with their joy. My favorite drawing of his was hanging above his bed. It’s a crayon sketch of both of us with our arms around each other and red, curled lines representing our smiles. In childish handwriting above David wrote Me and Buzz.
By Molly Wiseman8 years ago in Humans
The Very Best of Friends
We met on the bus the morning of my very first day of middle school. I was the first kid to get picked up, so the bus was silent. I was unbelievably nervous, and I can remember wondering if I would make any friends at my new school. A few more kids got on the bus, but none of them seemed promising. Then I saw her get on the bus. I knew immediately that I wanted to be her friend. Who knows why, but I just knew. As luck would have it, she decided to talk to me! We hit it off right away. She lived in the neighborhood right next to mine, and I didn’t have any friends that lived less than a 25-minute car ride away, so this was a big deal. We parted ways when we got to school since she was a year older than I was. I thought about our morning encounter for the rest of the day, hoping it wasn’t a one-time deal. That afternoon, I saved her a seat. She took it, and there was no going back.
By Megan Wells8 years ago in Humans
When You Left Me
That morning I was woken by the sun streaming in through my open blinds. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my eyes tracing the cracks and smudges. I followed the cracks down from the ceiling to my wall, which lead my eyes to my collection of pictures. My gaze fell upon a picture that held my happiest memory and I began to feel a fire in the pit of my stomach. I jumped out of my bed and began to rip the pictures off the wall. Defeated, I crumpled to my knees, surrounded by the remains of lost memories.
By Philomena Wolf8 years ago in Humans
What Happened to My Best Friend?
We met our sophomore year of high school. Ever since that day, we had been inseparable. We did everything together. You’d either be at my house or I’d be at yours. Anytime I needed you, you were there. I was always there for you too. A few years later, you met a guy. He seemed nice at first, and I even tried being friends with him just to make you happy. I really tried my best. The first indicator that something just wasn’t right with this guy is when you told me that he tells you what to do. I didn’t like that someone was trying to control my best friend. I also didn’t like that you were so willing to follow his demands. I thought maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. Then you told me you caught him flirting with other girls. When you confronted him about it, he just blamed you and said you weren’t good enough so he had to do it. You came to me sobbing because you didn’t know what you had done wrong. You didn’t do anything wrong...
By Natalia Crenshaw8 years ago in Humans
The Letters to My Friends I Will Never Send: Vol.1
I can’t tell whether or not I’ve been living in ignorance or if I'm actually just happy. We don't get happy, do we? We always lay in sadness, but I feel so strong and wide today. I’m talking to you and inviting you inside or inviting you to be vulnerable, but you’ve been slapped by pain and locked inside yourself by someone else. I don’t know how to communicate that to you.
By Emma Fonda8 years ago in Humans
