I want someone who knows it’s safe to be my friend but it’s dangerous to lose me as a lover. I want someone who’s not afraid of danger.
Sometimes, her drinking would begin as soon as she woke up, sipping a mix of orange juice and wine as she did her makeup and prepared for the day. It was something we joked about, something I thought was a quirky aspect of a friend I loved.
She is the Christina to your Meredith.
The anxiety of being 22. A friend wrote: “I’m 22, I want to start a business, I want to write, I want to help entrepreneurship in my country. I can’t decide.”
“She spent the entire time gossiping and bashing other people. It was clearly coming from a place of deep insecurity and unhappiness. But when I brought it up (as kindly as possible) she flipped a shit and hasn’t spoken to me since. So I guess she broke up with me. I think I’ll be fine.”
You need friends who will push you out of your comfort zone, encourage you to do more because they know what you’re capable of – even if you hate them for it at the time.
We passed in the street once, and did not acknowledge one another. I wish for different.
The next day will be harder than the first.
I’m usually a determined and highly motivated young woman. I say “usually” because I’m referring to the days when my depression doesn’t have me by the neck.
When I think of some of my old friendships, a lot of memories come flooding into my mind. Boy talks, endless sleepovers, and laughter. It makes me happy, but it also makes me tear up. The memories make me sad, because that’s all they are now. Memories.