The daughter of the troop leader was drunk with power.
Thank you for being a part of my life and calling me your friend. I hope you know now how much it meant and still means to me.
They accept you for who you are.
I learned that nothing is by accident or coincidence. I do believe that I was meant to walk into the bar downstairs from my apartment that night.
Do you know everyone they’ve hooked up with?
“You don’t have to text me back. Just letting you know I care about you and appreciate you.”
People talk about how hard it is to break up with a significant other, but they never talk about how hard it is to break up with a friend.
Thank you for teaching me not to waste the little moments.
Honestly, it’s toxic as hell to set such a high premium on forgiveness.
If my friends were so vastly different, and yet I felt equally comfortable with each and everyone one of them, who did that make me? Was I subconsciously pretending to be someone that I wasn’t in order to fit in, or did each persona that I embodied truly reflect a portion of my personality?