filth

Posted by Bille Jay in Friends on Apr 9th, 2008 | 8 comments

how do you tell your friend that you
don’t wan tto come to his moms because the hous is so filthy. they seem to be immune to the smells all the animals
running around they are a cool friend and would do anything for me but i can’t take
the filth

best friend

Posted by tastyTea in Friends on Apr 4th, 2008 | 2 comments

i met my best friend in my 3rd yr of high skool and we’ve been close since then. during our first yr of college she got pregnant and she only told her parents at 7 months. as u can imagin they were angry and still are to this day(its been more than a yr)..though her mother speaks to her now .but anyway.. i allowed her to stay with me and my mom and bro because of her family issues at that moment. but living with her hasnt been easy AT ALL!!! seems i liked her better when we werent spending every day together(bad friend huh) my mom doesnt like her either.. and allows her to stay at home only because she’s my friend. i want her to leave the house now cause nobody can stand her anymore.. she’s demanding,likes everything her way,expects u to bend for her,MESSY and sooo much more.. i dont know what to do. i mean..she’s still my best friend and i love helping to take care of the baby…but i want her to leave..her mom doesnt even mind her coming back home,though her dad does. WHY DOESNT SHE WANT TO LEAVE???WE CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

Best Friends

Posted by Secret in Friends on Mar 31st, 2008 | 0 comments

I’m not inconsiderate. You tell me you don’t want me to be me, because you don’t want to hear the truth about your ex, who won’t come back to you, you are just refusing to accept it – which is understandable since you loved him, but then when we talk you tell me you don’t want me to not be myself, but i know you don’t because you won’t be able to handle the truth. I mean what do you want me to do? I don’t mean to shout at you, but there’s nothing more i can do. Yes i know you’re depressed, but it doesn’t mean i am going to put my happiness on hold for you. I shouldn’t have to do it for anyone, i try not to mention it too much to you because i know you are fragile but i can’t not talk about it when it’s all that’s going off in my head right now. When you were saying that our other best friend wasn’t depressed, how would we know? We’d both started going out with the guys she liked. That HURTS. A LOT. You wouldn’t know. And she has cut herself and thought about suicide before, so how would we know. I hope you get better soon because i can’t keep tip toeing around like this and i hope your ex decides to letyou go. Finally so you can move on.

MY BEST FRIEND

Posted by anonymous in Friends on Mar 30th, 2008 | 1 comment

i’m straight… but then why do i want to possess her like that…

i hadn’t talked to her in two years…
i was waiting for her to make a call or write a letter…

then, one day i just went to her sis’s house and got her no. from there…
i sent her some angry messages…
she recogniged me…
and then she called…
she cried…said she was sorry…told me that she loves me… she said that she wanted to call me but didn’t have the courage to do so…

these 2 years messed me up…
i was thinking that talking to her would make it okay…

but it’s got worse…
hurts like hell all the time…
what’s wrong with me…

i don’t know her…
i never did…

she’s got a bf now…
she’s been having a lot of fun…

then, why was i making my life hell??
what’s wrong with me…
it was her mistake…
she was supposed to call me if she was feeling sorry…

y did i call her??

i wanna hurt her bad…real bad…..!!!
but i’m such an idiot…
i love her so much…

Daydreaming

Posted by Anonymous in Friends on Mar 16th, 2008 | 7 comments

I recently ran into an old friend. We never dated because the timing was never right — I was in a relationship when he was single, he was married when I was single. Now he’s single again, and I am happily married with three kids. The problem? I can’t stop thinking about him.

I know I should put my energy into my marriage instead (My husband is wonderful, handsome, successful and famous), yet all I can think about is my old friend…both sexual and just plain romantic fantasies. I wish I were single so we could just go to the movies, or on a drive together. I keep thinking of ways to run into him again.

I know I need to stop this foolishness. I feel guilty, but I can seem to stop the daydreaming…

I hate my best friend’s wife

Posted by Anonymous in Friends on Mar 9th, 2008 | 44 comments

I’ve been very close with a friend of mine for over a decade, now. It’s actually the epitome of what a “best friendship” is. Because of that, when he started dating this girl, I expressed my reservations but was very supportive of him in every way. Eventually, they got married and I’ve always been very sweet to her and never express anything to either of them.

But I can’t deny the truth that everything about her bothers me more and more. From the irrational behaviour and beliefs, to the general white-trashy attitude, to the idiotic certitude in the face of overwhelming evidence to contrary positions.

I don’t know what to do.

I Don’t Understand

Posted by J in Friends on Feb 28th, 2008 | 1 comment

Every single one of my ‘best friends’ has a fault. They have no qualities that I want in a friend. I want someone to look up to… not down on… you know? Sometimes I feel awkward just being around other sixteen-year-olds. They’ve been kissed. They have jobs; cars.

What do I have?

An abuse trial.

No income.

Crappy friends…

Ugh. >.<

These people suck…

Posted by Lee in Friends on Feb 19th, 2008 | 4 comments

I call them my “best friends”, but they mean no more to me than the next guy I pass on the street. My roomates are so mean to me, but it’s not in an upfront, in your face kinda way. Just tonight they left to go out to eat without me while I was in the shower… they just left me without inviting me to go along or anything. They constantly instant message each other and text message bad things about me while I’m in the room. It hurts my feelings so so bad. However, I never say anything. I pretend like everything is ok, but inside I want to die. I wish I had friends who appreciated me and talked to me about things. I know one day, I will explode and who knows whats gonna happen… I believe that day is fast approaching

Friendship or more…?

Posted by dunno.. in Friends on Jan 11th, 2008 | 4 comments

I am not sure about the friendship between a guy and a girl, I’m a girl myself, and so far most guys I met and i had friendships with, they fell in love with me. Now I met this guy.. that I really like alot.. but Im scared to tell him, and it might end up being.. weird or something.. also He lives far away and I am not sure if it will work. Tho we talk alot and he’s me best friend, is it worth it to risk this. or.. is it not?

Friends with benefits

Posted by Anonymous in Friends on Oct 29th, 2007 | 13 comments

My husband and I are swingers..and it kills me to have to keep it a secret.
(more…)

Hypocrites

Posted by Anonymous in Friends on Oct 22nd, 2007 | 8 comments

After years of being on the ‘outside’, I am finally on the ‘inside’. But I still resent it because I know people are only being nice to the money- not ME. If I had walked into that BMW dealership this time last week they would have looked down their noses at me and told me to get lost. Now everyone kisses my ass. ME. Look at ME. Look at who I AM. First you only took me for the brown skin and frizzy hair and treated me like I was less of a person because of it- now you treat me like I am the center of the universe- but it has nothing to do with ME. You’re attracted to the money. As if I might carry a cool million in my back pocket and hand it out at anytime. Like NOW I’m a good luck charm- everyone wants to be around me NOW. Oh- here comes lucky lottery girl! Luck nothing- you treated me like crap then without getting to know me. Now I’m everyone’s ‘best friend’- and you still don’t know me. And they said me winning and having millions of dollars would make ME shallow…? Screw you all.

my secret letter

Posted by Anonymous in Friends on Oct 16th, 2007 | 9 comments

(all names and places changed for secret reasons)

Jane,

I thought I had your picture. I knew I had your picture. Maybe I never did. Your friend took the picture of you holding the rose and it was black and white. We developed it in the photo lab at the high school, one of the many times Joe wasn’t there. I remember you looked like Yoko Ono in the picture but in a good way. I don’t think I ever told you it out loud. You were so pretty, you hair was so long and dark, it shocked me when you told me that you dyed it that color. Thinking back on it I never really knew you that much. I remember you telling me the story about how your dad threw you down the stairs and you were living with your grandparents. I often wondered why your sister still lived with them. It often made me wonder if you were telling the truth. I feel bad I never really believed you. I don’t remember how we met now; maybe it was in photo class. I assume now it was. We use to hang out there. You were introduced to my boyfriend at the time and we all became friends. Do you remember when we went to the pool hall together with Lor and Rand? We got really mad at Lor and made him walk home? You use to wait for me outside of the painting class I went to in the evenings. You would wait across the street and then make fun of me commenting how messy I was. You always said you liked my art, I think I even gave you a painting. I had this fascination with you, you were the first and only girl that I fell in love with. I know things went to far with us. I know what we did was wrong. I’m not a lesbian, I’m not even bi sexual, but you were so beautiful and we were young and experimenting. Rand knew about us and gave us his blessing to take it as far as we did. Maybe that was my first mistake and that’s what opened everything up like it did. I remember drinking that night and staying up all night with you. We went to Edwards crossing the next day with Rand, I fell asleep in the backseat I was so tired. I still remember your smell, I don’t know if it was shampoo or just you. We talked one day and we talked about how woman could be so awful and you didn’t understand how a woman could sleep with their friend’s boyfriend. I’ve often wondered if that was your cover up because you were sleeping with my boyfriend. I remember your parents were out of town for the weekend so we went up to stay at their house, it was a great day we went out of your parents quads, we watched movies and we all fell asleep in your king size bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and Rand was holding you. It was a clue that I turned a blind eye to. I mean why should I believe my boyfriend of three years and my close friend would be doing anything behind my back. I don’t know who I was angrier with you or him at the point I walked in on you and him naked in bed together. You were crying, you told me you didn’t know how this could happen. And I don’t remember what happened next. I remember taking you home the next morning and we talked about it all. I was so hurt that you could have done something like that to me. The memories are so blurred now. I forgave you for some reason, and Rand too. I was walking with Lor one day at the quarry, we went off the path and ended up getting soaked because it started to rain and we had walked through the creek. It was then I came to the realization that I needed to end my relationship with Rand. We drove home to tell him to move out and you were parked in the driveway picking up his things, he was moving out already. I was once again hurt that though you said that you were my friend over his you were there moving his things out of our house. I asked you numerous times if you and Rand had started a relationship, and every time you told me no. Our mutual friend let the information slip to me during that Christmas. She told me that you and Rand were in love and very happy. I didn’t care that you two were together it was just that you had lied to me and so had he. He moved in with out I believe that winter. I don’t think your grandparents knew you were sneaking him in after dark. You all started doing crank. I remember meeting up with you and Rand in Perkos in the middle of the night one night and going back to your car and freebasing in the back of the car. I didn’t see you again for over a year. You had become so skinny, you looked pale, I was worried. It was over a year later that Rand came back into my life; he said he was sorry for what happened. He told me about the pregnancy, the abortion, and the drug abuse, everything else. I accepted him back in my life. I know now that was stupid. You came back into my life at that point. I remember taking the drive with you and your friend, Cindy. We talked about all the things that had happened. Cindy chimed in saying that I needed to let you and Rand have you counseling sessions and help you two get over the bad things that had happened. You apologized, we cried, and I think at that point you were actually being sincere with me. But then I found out that Rand was still seeing you behind my back. During this same time he confessed that he had been taking my old car to have sex with you in the back. I felt so used again. I never knew how bad it could hurt to have someone so close to me at one time break the bond of trust I use to think we had. I ended the relationship again with Rand. And I never saw or heard from you again.

Last April you killed yourself. I hadn’t talked to you in four years. It hurt every cell in my body. You were gone. I loved you so much and we never talked again. Your gone now, it’s been over a year and the hurt is still there. I google your name every so often hoping, praying that someone in your family would make a website dedicated to you, maybe some sort of article, a memory board anything to answer my questions. How can it hurt so bad that you killed yourself after so many years of not talking to you? You hung yourself. I’ve hear rumors that you were still fighting drugs, that maybe the hanging wasn’t your own choice that maybe someone was there. What happened to you? Was it really that bad? You were so smart, so beautiful and now your gone. I don’t know how to cope with this. Maybe some part of me wanted, hoped that we would run into each other and I could tell you that it was okay. I wanted to tell you for the past four years that I forgave you, and I guess I wanted to hear from you that you forgave me. I loved you, I still do. I know where you are buried but I can’t get the courage up to make the trip to see you. I don’t know what I would do if I did. As for right now I write this letter, hoping that wherever you are you can read it. I don’t know what comes next. I don’t know if you made it to Heaven. I don’t know if you’re here right now reading this. I still hurt, I hurt more now that your gone and I will never get to tell you that it’s okay, everything is okay. We were stupid, we made dumb decisions. As for me, I will always remember the way you smelled.