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!"
Mean Girls Only Get Worse
When I was in middle school, there were these girls that constantly made fun of others. I didn’t want to be made fun of, so I became friends with them. Wasn’t long until they blamed all their behavior on me. Everyone started to hate me because they thought I was the mean girl. When in reality, I would sit by myself at my own sleepovers because these girls would sit in a circle and talk bad about people.
By Kaitlyn Vacco8 years ago in Humans
In Search of a Positive Life
I do not expect this to all of a sudden cure the world of negativity or to look at the bad in the world and ignore it but I do hope this helps people on the smaller scale of life and its effects. Being in high school comes with the all-too-familiar topics such as anxiety, stress, depression, loss of friends, breakups, and drama.
By Amanda Marks8 years ago in Humans
BFF
That person you tell everything to. That person who isn't included in the "I won't tell a soul" category. That person you spend countless hours talking with, laughing with, dreaming with, sharing future goals with, and who doesn't judge (not always or not verbally anyway, haha). That person you can count on or depend on for anything at anytime, no matter what the situation is. That's the person known as your BFF.
By Rebekah Lott8 years ago in Humans
No Names
Our story starts with a boy. A brown eyed-blue eyed-extroverted-introverted-insecure-confident-quiet-loud boy. I will not say this boy’s name, it’ll ruin the picture in your mind. So, picture a boy, nobody special. The type of boy who wouldn’t raise his hand in the classroom. The type of boy who is jittery and fidgets with things on his desk and clothes. A boy with eyes, like everyone else. Brown ones. Nothing special. But I guess he decided that was boring, so he stole some of the sky and stuck it in his eyes. A boy with brown hair smoothed into an up shape, not too long, not too short. Hair like you maybe, hair like me maybe, but for sure hair like him.
By Kaleigh Tricker8 years ago in Humans
Evolving to Become the Type of Friend I Am Seeking in Others
As a child, I always had plenty of friends growing up. Looking back at those I crossed paths with helped me get to where I am at now in my life and who I let into my friendship circle. As a child, those that I thought to be a friend either broke or stole my toys and items of clothing. Like, seriously a pair of my black jeans just up and walked out of my house one day along with a friend that I had a sleepover with. As a teenager, there were the friends that talked about me behind my back and tried to steal my boyfriend. Thanks to my mom she taught me how to deal with a person like that. In my young adult years, the beast reared its ugly head with one friend that told me she never liked me in the first place. Please... Tell me how you really feel about me...geez! Believe me, she did not hold back. That hurt the most after so many years of her pretending to be my best friend, but the signs were there. I chose to ignore them. Now that I am older I have often thought of what type of friends I want in my new circle after emptying the old ones out.
By Dream Writer8 years ago in Humans
Journal Entries (Part I)
INTRODUCTION: I need to keep writing. I don't even care who is listening anymore. I have too much to say. I am going to find more time to write and publish entries, so I can keep my sanity. Well, there are lots of reasons I need to write more. Well, three reasons. ONE: I need to get better at writing. I used to write a lot more and I was better back then. I know practice will help boost my creativity and hopefully make me a slightly better writer. TWO: I have been having very bad anxiety recently and I always used to write to help my anxious mind find a little bit of an escape. Sometimes I feel like my thoughts can kill me. I am spiritual and I believe that the things you think about do produce a certain energy into the universe and can have effects on the future events of your life. I know this might sound crazy, but all my life I have felt a heightened sense of awareness of my thoughts and how my thought patterns seemed to attract certain things into my life. It is strange and in some cases its what makes me so anxious, just knowing or feeling like your thought patterns really do have an effect on your life and what happens to you. I have experienced these things in both negative and positive ways. I will write about these things later on, probably. THREE: Now, for the third reason, I want to write down my experiences to remember them and reflect on them one day in the future. I am 18 years old right now, 19 in less than a month... I want this to be a place where I can be as vulgar and explicit as I want. I want to share my world, because we all have our own definitions of what the world is because we all view it differently, so fuck it. Why not tell your story?
By Kara Vanessa8 years ago in Humans
Toxic Friendships
Throughout my life, I have endured friendships full of hatred and toxic mannerisms. I always believed the longest you'd known your friends, the more they loved you and would stick around through anything; but now I know its quality over quantity. I'm now out of the hellish friendship group I spent four years with, and now I'm with a friendship group I've known for a year and they know me more than anyone ever did. Spotting a toxic relationship is very difficult when you're the victim. You always second guess but think highly of them and believe they'd never hurt you. As a matter of fact, it's bullying, it's a lead up of bringing you down, talking behind your back, and never being there. The red flags really come down to the fact that you know you never get anything good out of the friendship. My relationship with one girl in particular was like a boomerang; one minute she would be with me and she would act like a friend, next minute she would come back around and she would be manipulative and would degrade me from the smallest things. My experience led me to damaging my own body so that I suited their needs and pleased them and not myself. Throughout the group, it was constant drama and bitching about each other to the other girls. It was not healthy! That I knew, but I was too scared to leave; knowing I would have no friends and in fear they would tell my secrets to other people—which I knew they were capable of. I decided to wait until I left high school, which was never a good idea because it was still difficult. One day I just had enough and left and blocked them on all social media so they could forget about me and I could forget about them. As for now, I feel so much better. I'm beginning to love myself. I'm beginning to find better people.
By Jodie harris8 years ago in Humans
Adult Bullying
I have to warn ahead a time that this will be very personal in describing what happened to me and to all involved in this situation. Some may find this triggering, so if you are easily triggered even as an adult, consider stopping here. It is not easy for me to outwardly talk about this, but I will do my best to do so, so other adults like myself are aware there is someone else out there who we can relate to. It's never too late to talk to someone about what's going on in your life if you really need to.
By Aliyah Sanguedolce8 years ago in Humans
Freshman Year
About a month ago, I finished my freshman year of college. That is absolutely insane to think about. I clearly remember my parents dropping me off last June to start the work program. Moving into my dorm, meeting my roommates, and attempting to make friends was absolutely terrifying, and I wanted to go home pretty quickly. But as I look back on the 11 months that I was at school, I am so grateful for the opportunities I had. I grew as a person, friend, and Christian. The greatest opportunity I had, though, was the opportunity to meet so many amazing people from across the world, and call them my friends.
By Abigail Ooten8 years ago in Humans
Slow Swimmer
In the twilight of my years I often remember a simpler time when life moved slower with peace and grace. Many a day I often strolled along the shore path of the lake I called home for so many summers when I was young. There in the peace of the morning when the sun first began to shine it's warmth upon to cool still waters I often notice this lone slow swimmer. From a short distance from the path I was on this gentle figure whose slender grace poised a most breathtaking sight. The beauty of her figure matched the ease of her tempo for her rhythm was like gentle waltz. Her gentle sway as she swam was like the rolling waves that rolled on in. Her locomotion moved me to a completely different reality.
By Dr. Williams8 years ago in Humans
