I am fifteen years old and have realized that I am in love with my best friend. She has a boyfriend and has told me that won’t change. I’m moving on now, and becoming interested in a guy who is five years older than me. She’s worried, but maybe now she’ll see that I love her. Yes, we’re both female. That terrifies me.
I’ve never been the one to take initiative when it comes to relationships. Drunken hook-ups seem to be the easiest—liquid courage is such a truthful lie; it doesn’t make me feel more confident so much as if I’m drunk I can use it as an excuse in the morning.
It’s so hard to admit that you really like someone—that you’ve liked this someone forever, but because you’re so self-conscious and lacking some major self esteem you couldn’t go for it. I wish I had been able to just put myself out there because if I had then my best friend wouldn’t be getting married to someone that isn’t me.
I don’t even have to see him every day, even after months apart at college he can make me smile, make me laugh. He makes me feel comfortable with myself and I love every second that I’m with him.
Now I have to be happy for him, and I am happy for him, but so mad at myself. Maybe it still would have all turned out the same way, but maybe it could have been completely different.
Today, I felt like I had woken from an uncomfortably awkward coma. When you’re eighteen and the hospital and mental health staff know you upon arrival and you know each other on a first name basis. That’s when you know you’ve screwed up.
Less than an hour ago I decided I would never put myself in that position again. Last time I remember in perfect detail on the bathroom wall I kept numbers of how many pills I had swallowed, just to keep me conscious so I could swallow more. I got to 128 before I could no longer move my own body. Never again will I be that person, because I don’t want my friends to hate me like I hated my best friend when she killed herself.
Good morning, fresh start. It’s nice to meet you.
I’m a lesbian. I’m in love with a boy. Who is gay. And my best friend. So really… what does that make me?
I need to stop smoking Spirits. I’m only 19 and addicted to a pack a day.
What can you do when you’ve lost your father to a stroke… but he’s still alive? Is that even a life worth living? Maybe that’s why I party too hard… and get too drunk and make my girlfriend worried sick about me… I’m doing the living he can’t do anymore while he sits in his armchair not speaking and watching Whale Wars.
I would hate to have no voice like him… I don’t even remember what he sounds like… but I see him every day.
I have no father.
My ex-bestfriend destroyed our relationship through things she thought up in her head because she was afraid of the true honesty of friendship. I really miss her and wish I could be friends with her again, but I know it would never be the same again. Now, when I see her, I can feel the chasm between us and it makes me hang my head down and I feel heavy and heartbroken. I find it difficult now to trust people. I realize that she is not a good person or a good friend and has destroyed a good part of me, but I still love her for what we used to be.
One of my best friends just died. I knew he was going to die before he turned thirty, but I still can’t fathom a world that he doesn’t exist in.
I am going to buy heroin. I don’t know what else to do.
After two and a half years we are ending our relationship and he is moving to Texas. He’s still my best friend and I still love him—I guess I was not ready for the commitment and the distance was too hard. It doesn’t feel fair though—like this is not how things are supposed to work. But who ever said life was fair? If I was just too scared, I hope some day that will change. Is it weird to hope we get another chance someday?
I don’t really believe in “meant to be.”
I wish I still believed in God, because then I would say “Well, it’s all part of God’s plan.” I would feel like there’s some sense to all this.
When I was 10 My dad died of a heart attack. My mom raised me all by herself. I thought she would always be around. I’m 27 now, she is my best friend. On March 1st, she was diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor, out of no where. She is in hospice, and will probably die within the next week. I’m so sad to know that she is leaving me… I’m not sure if I can make it without her. I don’t really believe in god, but I’m thankful to whatever higher power there is for giving me two wonderful parents, and a mother who is so strong. I’m hoping she passed some of her strength and courage on to me… hopefully one day I will have a family of my own and will have daughters and can teach them to be independent, strong women…
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I am only 18 years old and 9 days ago my best friend passed away. She lost control of her car and went into the ditch, she wandered up into the street and was hit by a car. She passed away on Valentine’s day. I can’t decide which is worse; having to go through life without my best friend, or living my life with this blame I feel since I let her try to drive home that night.
Jubal was my best friend. He was six. I was twelve. Jubal was a tabby cat. Orange & White. We had conversations.
“I got an A+ on my social studies test!”
“Meow.”
“I’m having a rough time with shin splints!”
“Meow.”
“Tell me about your day!”
“Meow.”
Jubal would sit on my tummy when I was having girl problems. He would watch me get ready for school in the morning. Jubal peed on my bed once when I took a week vacation to Arizona for Christmas break. We slept together every night. We complained together. When I was in track, Jubal mysteriously began to gallop through the house randomly.
My senior year, Jubal got sick. I came home one day to find him wheezing at the foot of my bed. I held him in his last moments.
Then we both began new lives.