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!"

Missing My Best Friend
With 23 days until graduation, there's a number of things running through my mind. From corsages, to my weight, to grad gifts and hair appointments, there's only one thing that presses me to the point where I genuinely want to cry.
By Jasmine McKnight8 years ago in Humans
Five Types of Friends to Treasure
Who here's got that certain buddy that we turn to when we want to get out and go dancing, or go to the mall? Or the ones that really know how to let loose and have a good time! Or what about the ones that always know how to make your heart soar? The ones that you can't function without, the 'mi casa es su casa' kind of friends? Those are the best! Here are some of the greatest personalities to keep around.
By Charity Hamilton8 years ago in Humans
Fake Friends
Okay, so we've all had one of those "besties" who turned out to be the absolute worstie. Think you haven't? Think again. Unless you've had a limited amount of buddies in your lifespan who treat you like a true friend would (which is very, VERY unlikely), you've had a "Friend" who was downright phony to the core.
By Legitimate .8 years ago in Humans
Not All Friendships Are Good
Friends I used to think I wasn't good at friendships/making friends/maintaining friendships. However, I think I've realised it was the people I was making friends with, are just not for me.
By K Miller8 years ago in Humans
Troubles With a Psycho
It’s normal for people to have many friends, maybe even a few best friends. However, one of my best friends is close with a psychotic, crazy girl. But, before I get into that, let's backtrack. I have known "Sara" since we were both 5-years-old. We are currently 21, and we became closer last year when I moved back with my dad to my hometown. With that being said, we do everything together. We go to lunch, we club, we even study together. Our relationship can't get any better, but there is someone threatening it. Sara has another best friend named Esther. Sara and Esther have known each other since they were 12. They met when Sara moved away to a neighboring town. They instantly got close, but from day one Esther has always had this weird obsession with Sara. Esther is either in love with Sara and doesn’t know how to act upon it or has a mental disorder. I mean that with the uppermost sincerity. It’s not inaccurate for me to make these assumptions. Whenever the two of them go out Sara ends up telling me the next day that Esther tells strangers that they are “together” and tries kissing her. It makes Sara uncomfortable but yet she continues to just let it go.
By Grace Manzo8 years ago in Humans
Realization
The word realization by definition means "an act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact." It is the perfect way to describe that word. Recently I have had the biggest realization of my life. I know it won't be the only one, but for now, it has put me into a rut. I am in a place that I know I shouldn't be. It is all my fault, if I am being honest. I let myself get to where I am at. I didn't listen to the ones looking out for me. That is what I get. I can't help who I am, nor should I apologize for who I am either. I am going to give you a little backstory on how this all happened. It may be a little long, but I hope you see where I am coming from. Hopefully, I'll find peace within myself. Instead of staying up until four AM because it's the only thing on my mind lately.
By Ayana Ramirez8 years ago in Humans
I Hate You
I hate you! I hate your face, your smile, that fucking fake smile you make. I hate that you smile in my face and then talk your shit when I leave. I hate that you have to be the center of attention any time someone's eyes are on me. I'M IMPORTANT TOO! I love you, YES! I do, you're my friend, or so I thought. Am I not yours? I mean I give you everything first, don't I? I share my makeup with you. I give you more love than your husband does, but NO! You act like I'm that bitch you see all the time and can't stand. You talk about me, you leave me out of things, you say "let's hang out," but that never happens. What the fuck! God, I hate you. You are a fake friend that just loves to act perfect, BUT you are not perfect, are you? You cheat, you lie, and then you effing cry. Why? Not because you're sorry. You are never truly sorry. I find your trail of lies every time I cover for you. He does so much for you and you treat him like shit! All because he's not rich and can't give you all the worthless material items you wish to have. Fuck! You’re spoiled. You can’t stand to let anyone be happier than you.
By ****8 years ago in Humans
Say What You Have To
I barely remember waking up, but I do remember the long drive. At least it felt long, pulling into the hospital parking lot, going up the stairs and elevator, looking for his room. Not knowing what I was about to see, or feel. Walking down that hallway, there weren’t very many people. Just a few nurses. My family was at the end near his room, but not inside, only two at a time. So we all took turns, I didn’t look into the room until my own. I didn’t want to see him like that, but I wanted to see him. I needed to, I needed to say goodbye... that word... never left my tongue. How was I to tell the man who helped me so much, goodbye? It’s just foreign to me. I always say, “I’ll see you later,” because goodbye means forever, and I can’t believe this is forever. So I walk in, my dad talks first, I’m off to the side, not knowing what to do, completely blank in thought just staring. Dad tells me to grab his hand, “he can hear you, he just can’t see or speak to you. So tell him you love him.”
By Kevin Leo8 years ago in Humans
The Death of a Friendship
Our meeting was entirely ordinary. It was nothing no one hasn't heard a thousand and one times over. We met at work. I'd seen you around school. You were a grade above me, but we had some of the same friends, I'd never given your existence much thought until I saw you there. Even after a few weeks, I still didn't do much more than nod and say hello when I saw you. But I was interested. We were the same age, went to the same school, worked together, who wouldn't be interested in someone they were seeing every day? I don't remember how we started talking, but somehow those quiet hellos and soft nods became full fledged conversations.
By Luci Black8 years ago in Humans
Not So Simple
She woke up. Excitement bubbled within. Been a while. Misery took place. That's too exaggerated. Just missed them. The laughing nonstop. The blooming happiness. The comforting cuddles. Long life talks. Leading to jokes. There's more laughter. Notice the comfort? Time passes by. Errands are ran. Home she came. Waiting once more. Oh look there. The time came. Time for fun. Thought at least. In a car. Engine, four wheels. One quick stop. On our way. So many minutes. So many seconds. Not one hour. Something was wrong. Ride was quiet. Only one happy? She felt that. She shushed herself. Watched outside aimlessly. Nothing to do. What to do. Tried to conversate. Did not work. Nods and okays. Simple casual responses. We have arrived. Camp was home. Camp was escape. Friends were there. We drove up. Stuff was unpacked. Do what now? Moment of silence. Something was thrown. Laughs out loud. That was normal. Was it better? Smiles all around. Outside they went. Happiness and joy. Sun went down. Three more came. One not liked. Only by another. Rest liked him. She waked away. "Something to do". Hide hide away. Fair to go. They wanted to. She did not. Too many people. Just wanted three. Maybe one more. All them went. She ditched two. Go with others. Why she leave? Please come back. Hear her mind. Screaming at you. Fair in view. Clocks timed late. Darkness fell late. Music blared out. Screams from rides. Is this important. Why yes indeed. Rides were fun. Sometimes during time. Smiles were inactive. She simply couldn't. Made her upset. Hours went by. Something was said. Only a joke. "Die too early". Said by others. Only a joke. Didn't get it. Camp they returned. She trudged angrily. Questions were asked. Nothing was answered. She sat away. He tried walking. She wouldn't go. She wouldn't talk. They wanted knowledge. "You wouldn't understand". "Of course not". She jumped up. A sudden jump. Stomps of anger. Two went following. They stopped once. She turns around. Moment of silence. Yelling out loud. Accusations were claimed. Sadness and anger. It hovered around. Awkward head hands. Awkward look downs. She thundered away. The two followed. Like lost puppies. Two stayed behind. Stunned from bursts. They looked together. Slightest giggle arose. Stopped at once. The two sat. Gloominess filled up. Little words said. What to do. Thoughts raced by. One walked away. One stayed ashamed. What'd she do. She screwed up. Hair tie lay. Flicked couple times. Let's count them. One two three. Thirty forty fifty. Picked from ground. Went to flick. Footsteps in distance. Quiet voices herd. Was quiet time. For everyone else. One walked up. Where is he. Where is she. More yelling happened. Accusations and fights. Heads fogged up. Tears soon flew. Last words screamed. Tears flew more. Then simply stopped. She can't cry. Just doesn't happen. All over now. Silence fell over. Then more voices. They came back. She stormed inside. Then back out. More yelling again. Make it stop. Tears flowed more. No stopping though. Yelling more yelling. Will it stop. He reached out. Helped her out. Only one there. He defended her. Was only one. Soon he left. Soon he talked. Make it better. Did not work. He tried though. He came back. Tear stained eyes. More talking again. Ears closed tight. Heads leaned down. Silence mulled over. Arms held her. She cried long. Words were said. Comforting warm words. Was late night. So much silence. Footsteps on gravel. Have to walk. Find her now. Fire crackled softly. Voices whispered quietly. She wouldn't come. Come back please. Morning came up. Morning was already. No sleep now. Way too cold. Frozen inside outside. She curled up. Good mornings said. Slightest giggles again. Was it okay? No it wasn't. He walked too. He didn't speak. Happiness be present? She begged inside. Her stomach turned. Silence too much. Who to blame. No one knows. It seemed okay. The day went. Home to go. Can we talk? We tried talking. Reason too exaggerated. She thought that. Why so much? So much trouble. Did it matter? Need to overreact? Honestly my friend. Hypocritical personally really. She does something. She does same. She get mad. There's so much. Why do this. Stop being hypocritical. Honestly she's angry. But sad too. Cares so much. Don't leave her. Please listen now. Talk to her. Don't leave me. Don't walk away. Make things okay. So much saying. Not enough time. Much to say. Please give time. Give her time. Please don't leave.
By Zoe Mullen8 years ago in Humans
Draining Friendships
We all need a good friend. But what constitutes as a “good friend?” The qualifications vary based on each individual. One of the worst things is being more of a friend to someone than they are to you, or feeling taken for granted, or even worse, being betrayed!
By ❤Coach Tira KM8 years ago in Humans
Define: Insecure Attachment
I am insecurely attached. I don't believe people will be there for me forever, or when I needed it most. My friendships are flowers that will bloom and die in time. My sister, my mother, the people who I know are there for me, who I know will always be there for me, I believe that they won't. I'm just waiting for them to do something wrong so I can say HA! I knew you weren't really there for me! I guess I'm afraid of creating relationships, thinking they will break. Like with my friends who miff me, or others too. Like how my friendships never seem to last that long, or they are based on factors, such as status, looks, money, prestige. Like we are friends with an image, an image that is not real and not a person. Like everyone is replaceable as a friend because all we are looking for is a certain set of characteristics. When I briefly went into counseling my junior year, the counselor seemed shocked at how much I analyzed people. Almost like I saw people as a value, a number and not a sense. Like I talk about people as values, as numbers of what they are worth in society's eyes (a conglomeration of what they look like, how rich they are, how smart they are) everything that will be a predictor of future or current success.
By Jeni Lee8 years ago in Humans