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!"

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
It's Okay to Cut off People Who Are Being Toxic in Your Life
I like to be aware of the fact that I am in control of my life. I like the thought of being in control of who can be in my life and who can't. I have had many people enter my life and at first it seems like they are the type of people that I want in my life. But have you ever heard the saying, "you are the reflection of the top five people you surround yourself with"? Well, the first time I heard this saying, I thought I was the most amazing, if not the greatest person there could possibly be. I thought that if someone ever described a person who was perfect, amazing, real, beautiful, and smart then they would be describing me. It took me a long time to realize that I was not that type of person at all, in fact I was the opposite. I don't have a reason as to why I thought so highly of myself except for the fact that I surrounded myself with people who were very great friends at first and then started to convince me that no one else mattered except for them and myself. I was not a good person at all, I was rude, I talked badly about many people on social media and in person, I treated my parents badly and did whatever I wanted without even thinking about how bad it would break my parents' heart if they ever caught me. I had no idea what real friends were, the friends I had were the type of friends that you read about online. The type of friends who are described as, "teens who weren't raised right." I didn't have any friends who were described as caring or loving. I would push anyone who could possibly care about me away because my "real friends" had me convinced that they didn't really care about me and that they were just liars. I didn't think anyone else cared about me. I didn't acknowledge that anyone else could possibly love and care about me the way I cared about myself. I truly believed that if I ever got into a disagreement with my parents or if I ever got into a serious problem then my friends would be there to support me to the fullest. My friends were supportive, they loved to see me doing good in life, but never better than them. One night I grew tired of being the person that I was. It was 4 in the morning and I suddenly had the urge to get my life back together. I told myself that no matter how hard it was, or how long it took, I would finally be the person that I wanted to be. I was tired of disappointing everyone. I was tired of messing up. I wanted to finally give my parents a reason to be proud of me. I wanted them to finally be able to brag about me to their friends and co-workers and not feel forced to do so because the other person started bragging about their kids first as if it were some competition. I was going to be a better person, and as my parents always told me, it all starts with the people I surround myself with.
By Leslie G8 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
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
The Real Meaning of Relationships
Do you enjoy friendship with someone that has spanned the time since you both went to primary school? If you have, count yourself as one of the fortunate ones.
By Jeffrey Brown8 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
The Scars of My Saviour
A couple of days ago, almost a week now, I almost died. I was in a car crash and if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive today.
By Kyana Gani8 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