Friendship
Friendship is like maths, it doubles your joys, divides your sorrow and multiplies your happiness.
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Friendship is like maths, it doubles your joys, divides your sorrow and multiplies your happiness.
Strange conversations with your best friend that no one would EVER understand..
My friends are annoying. Yet there the best. Friends who you can trust. Right there for you. I don't hardly fit in tho. Even when I try to. Not fully myself. Don't say this or that.
"friends don't come in packets, that's just peas".
When a friend is feeling blue. A warm hug I send to you. To chase away all that gets you down. A little smile to replace a frown. If I could magic away what bothers you now.
My mother. That very second made me realise how awful I had been. How stupid I always was. I barely even spoke to my mother, I just blamed her for how I was.
A good day does not have to cost much money, Not a revelation, I know, But isn't it funny. Here is a poem, About different things to do, Maybe or maybe not, Perfect for you.
I'm not jealous,. Just annoyed,. Why her,. Why you,. I only said no,. Not that I didn't care,. I care,. For you,. It will never be the same,. She hates me,. Has given me grief,glares,.
I have a question that I don't have an answer to. See, I am obviously trying to woo you albeit it's not said out. And you continuously shut me down, whether on purpose or not.
I don't know where to start, You've touched the bottom of my heart, You've been by my side, You heard my little lost cry. I want to thank you Opuss friends, My amazement of you will never end.
- A version that was meant To be sung- The sun goes down, The stars come out and all that counts is here and now, I'm glad you came, So spend the time with me because time is slipping away, Stay...
Erin It had been a relatively uneventful week. Especially after the scaring I'd had last Sunday. It was strange. Today was the most interesting thing that had happened all week.
That night, Paul begged for me to tell him everything. Everything I wrote here.
His mouth gaped, eyes widened. I looked away again. Heather was mortified. He still held my wrist, tight. He wouldn't let go. The harder I pulled, the tighter his grasp.
I changed my band aids and went to my World Studies final the next day. I wore a long sleeved blue shirt that hid my wrist perfectly. My dad eyed my left arm suspiciously.
She grabbed my phone and opened up my texts. I just let her. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. By the way her eyes burned with flaming anger, I knew she had just read Paul calling me an attention...
"You are an ugly, worthless, piece of nothing." I closed my eyes and tried to fight it. The thoughts pouring into my head. "No wonder those people at church treat you like a loser.
I smiled at my small circle of friends as we hung out in the courtyard during finals. My beautiful, perfect, wonderful friends. Paul was the only one that knew about the other side of me.
I feel really guilty about something but I can't tell people cuz I promise I wouldn't and it's not like it's gonna hurt anyone's feeling but but it will ruin my friendship with someone I have known...
Chapter 13 "It started with a whisper and that was when I kissed her, then she made my lips hurt..." That's my phone, ringing. Hey, I love that song okay?.
'I...I... Yes, nothing could make me happier.' I burst out. He stood up, wrapped his arms around my was and spun me round, my long hair billowing out behind me.
- To my dear friend somewhere around the world, A couple of years back I told you I was afraid of many things.
I'd like to just say hello to you all Before I start this silly poem about my little blue ball This probly seems pointless Well actually it will be Well, not really pointless Just a little bit...
"best friends are like stars, you don't always see them but you know they'll be there".