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!"
Anything for Her
This goes out for the girl that I like with all my heart, yet I know she will never be hers. But that isn’t what is important to me. Her happiness is all I care about, it doesn’t matter if I'm the main reason for that smile on her face or if I'm not even in the top 100 reasons for the best smile in the world being on the most beautiful face. Some will always think I do what I do cause my feelings for her and wanna give me shit, yet I’ll simply say I'm just being the best friend I can be to her. Cause that’s what she needs from me. She already gets those kisses and hugs from her number one. So, I’ll do what she needs me to do. I’ll walk across the street during lunch time and then sneak back into school. I’ll sneak inside her house with a goodie bag as her mommy and daddy are sleeping in the living room. I’ll ask her how do I cheer you up, even though she keeps saying if I ask her that one more time I'm getting punched in my throat. To be honest I’ll probably lay down my body to save her from the evilness of life.
By josh napper8 years ago in Humans
3 Signs Your Friend Is a Foe
Childhood friendships are the best. You literally have gone through everything together, even puberty! Someone who has stood by your side through your crippling monthly mood swings since your very first menstrual cycle—now that’s real friendship. Think about all the amazing memories you’ve shared, the good times, hard times, times your friendship was tried and tested, times you wish you could forget, and then that one time that changes everything. Like any relationship, there are good times and bad, makeups and breakups but there comes a time where the bad starts to exceed the good and the breakup is so bad that there is no makeup, it can never be mended. I guess all good things come to an end at some point, whether we like it or not, everything has an expiration date. There’s only so many times a friendship can be tried and tested before that friendship ceases to exist.
By Erika Potap8 years ago in Humans
Kassie
I know I was a bitch to you. The second I sent those texts, I knew I lost a friend. I know, you know, hell the other people close to what happens knows I told you “sorry” half a million times (if not more). I mean we both know “sorry” is just a word and we all know actions speak louder than words. The problem with that is I can’t do anything. Hell, the texts weren't even coming from me, I mean I hit enter, but my highness came up with the words. If I was using my words you would have read things like you are not pretty, you're beautiful, or maybe if you need anything don’t hesitate to give me a buzz. Friends are there for you on your good days and the real friends are there for the bad days. As I look back on sophomore year, where we first met, I wasn’t the best friend. I mean, we both know the drama between me and him didn’t make you happy. As I look back on junior year, the year I sent those texts that changed everything, I used up all my sorry’s. Now in senior year, I'm still trying to find a way to make it up to you. Heck, let’s be honest, in a month or two my name will be a distant memory in your mind. you won’t remember what I gave you every Friday. You won’t remember the chocolate doughnuts—with sprinkles and a plain bottom. You won’t remember all the Reeses' candy I bought for you. You won’t remember those blueberry dum dums, that I dug thru the trash (kinda). You won’t remember that pizza I got during lunch and gave you a piece. You won’t remember the birthday card I hid in the bag because I was too scared to give it to you like a man. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter because I remember. Call it what you want, but I might remember it forever. I know I shouldn’t remember it, but I do. To be honest, I don’t think I started being nice to Stacy, Sabrina and Garret because of the "I'm nice to people" motto. However, as time passed I did continue because of that motto. Back to the sorry topic, I knew no matter how many sorry’s I said you would never forgive me. Now, I might not know if you like sunrises or sunsets better, or if you’re a country or city girl, but I do know a few things. For example: you think those pink-frosted cookies are the best, your favorite sucker is blueberry, you don’t like chocolate bottoms, your birthday on the 24th of January. Might get a bit to personal but your life isn’t going to be perfect, where the fun in that. Sadly, you will experience sadness, disappointment, miserable, lonely and defeated but you are always going to have people looking out for you. People might not completely understand your situation but give them a chance. To be perfectly honest I don’t know why I'm even writing this to you. I mean you probably stopped reading by now, that is if you even started reading this. By the way, don’t call this a love letter, because it really isn’t. really. You probably will, even though it isn’t. occasionally, I still buy you a doughnut even though you hate me. Maybe its just me being nice. Maybe I think it will make you give me one more shot at being your friend—even though I don’t deserve another shot. Maybe a higher power just for some reason wants me to do so. Who knows why. People say that every decision you make stays with you for the rest of your life, if so then I will have to be forced to live with the choice to hit enter that night. If I could rewrite that scene, I could, however, I can’t. I can’t undo my mistake that ended our friendship. If only I could. You know I mean that. If I wasn’t, would I have said sorry so many times? When I ruined our friendship, I did more than that. I mean look at mine and Stacy’s and mine and Garret's. I think they would agree with me when I say our friendship ain't the same anymore. To be honest I don’t know how to fix things, but I’ll start with saying the word I have been saying, sorry. Words can’t start to describe how mad I am for hitting enter. If I could undo it I would it in a blink of an eye. Did I make a mistake? Yes. Did I man up about it? Yes. Did I say sorry half a million times? Yes. However, if you let a one bad decision ruin everything. Then there’s nothing I can say or do. I'm not saying everyone deserves a chance to clean up their mistakes, but I want one. I promise if you give me one more chance I won’t let you down. Words can’t describe how much of a fool I was. I don’t know why I couldn’t just tell you the truth face to face. Maybe because how I compared to him. I just don’t compare to him. I could just end the letter here but since I know you stopped reading, I might as well tell you the truth. I liked you because your personality. I knew you and I would never have happened...
By josh napper8 years ago in Humans
Eade's Story
This morning when my alarm went off at 5am. I felt a bit sorry for myself in the sense that I had to get out of bed and leave my daughter Tehya at home all snug under the warm cosy covers at my Dad's while I set off in the dark for Heathrow Airport to collect a friend.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Humans
White Friends
A relationship between black and white people have always been proof that friendship has no color. It's about personality and understanding of each other's cultures. I come from a community where the majority are African American. I only ever had one white friend in my whole life. To see how quickly I made friends with people that don’t look like me; it’s a relief. I go to a college in Providence. The black to white ratio is way different than in Philadelphia. I was aware of that when I applied to go there. With everything going on in the news I have created an irrational mindset. The mindset that I would automatically become an outcast. That I would have to deal with racial slurs and social inequality. Of course, some of you may be thinking “Miss, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”. Providence was a stranger to me, so I prayed that it would be welcoming.
By Queen Jordan8 years ago in Humans
My 2017
This was the greatest New Year's Eve I've had so far, much better than that time I was 16 and passed out in my own vomit at 10pm.... As the clocks hit 12 I was surrounded by some of the most amazing people I knew at the time, laughing and hugging in the middle of Holmfirth. January was a continued party after the crazy month of 2016 December, spent living life in pubs and at gigs with my best friends.
By Izzy Galloway8 years ago in Humans
It's Okay That We're Not Best Friends Anymore
Dear Former Best Friend, Since we were 13 years old you have been my very best friend, my sister, my person. But sadly, lately that just hasn't been the case. It took me a long time to come to this and I'm so sorry it had to be this way, but I want you to know that it's okay that we aren't best friends anymore. It's okay because we are not the same people we were when we were 13 years old. Our 8 year long friendship might be coming to a close, but its okay and let me tell you why.
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Humans
I Am Not a Party-Harder
A typical Friday evening. We are enjoying a beer in the living room with my housemates. Suddenly and quite expectedly, one proposes to go to a bar and continue having fun there. All are in, except me. I don’t feel like going, especially when I want to get up early the next morning.
By Marie Francisco8 years ago in Humans
Stages of Friendship
For the most part, it seems like when we are younger it is a lot easier to make friends. I mean, you could become friends for the simplest of reason. A typical kindergartener's dialogue might go somewhat like this "Oh! You like tater tots. I like them, too," and from this one similarity a friendship is born. We become friends, but we do not understand the concepts behind the word nor the development of the friendship. We just slap the term friend on any person that makes us feel good and has some similarity to us.
By Jermaine Tucker8 years ago in Humans
