Crumble. Allow it to take so much space in your heart. Cry. Feel every bit of pain, every bit of sadness and longing.
I am admittedly a very competitive person with a strong personality, and I surround myself with other strong personalities, particularly, my best friend. She is just as competitive as I am so we knew we were kindred spirits from the beginning.
Everyone likes to express themselves through fashion.
The tools we have at our disposal are just as capable of strengthening our capacities for social interaction as they are at isolating us.
I have never told anyone about this… but it’s time to get something off my chest. I need to push the darkness of the one horrifying day of my childhood off of my chest like a bench press or the weight of it is going to eventually slip down and choke me to death.
Just like any other relationship, sometimes it comes to an end. It stops just like that, together with the unchecked list of adventures you’ve probably planned for the future, and you didn’t see it coming.
Aside from the fact that she was chic as hell, lived in New York and had brunch on the regular, she cleared up a lot of the love and relationship bullshit we go through.
At extremes, most of us can be anything. Hopefully the extremes aren’t too extreme. And hopefully they only last a few moments. Which is why they are called extremes.
I’m sorry, truly I am, but that doesn’t stop the pain that I have caused and I know that.
I thought the concept of friend poaching was completely childish and petty until it happened to me. The idea that a friend could be ‘stolen’ from you was laughable. Honestly, I thought, no one can steal a friend away from you. A friend is not personal property, they are free to make their own choices and if their decision is to hang out with your friends who you may or may not have introduced them to, then they have every right.