That taught me how no matter where from people are, they are always my best friend, even after they leave. When the time came her family knew that they weren’t going to stay like they planned to, so they told her and her brother that they would stay until the end of the year. With my other friend Michael (AKA: Mikee) we were very sad and upset that our best friend was leaving us in a near future. We all forgot that KayLe was leaving until the last day of school, although she wasn’t leaving that same day. Mikee wasn’t going to be able to see her after that last day, we all cried after school, but I didn’t cry as much as they did together, because after school KayLe was coming over to my house to hang out for a little while.
But I lost her, I lost my best friend. I always feel as if I failed her, and would never be forgiven. As I grew older, I had to understand everything was fine, and that “she was in a better place.” I never believed it because the “better place” would be right next to me if it truly was “better”. I had to understand she was gone. Now in my heart, I think she has forgiven me, and that she’s watching over me.
We live totally different lives. I will always consider Deanna my best friend but our friendship has changed it will never be like it use to when we were kids growing up. I feel guilty for not trying harder to keep our friendship closer. I feel like I truly missed out on some good years with my best
Quote 2: “Since the day I’d left Yorido, I’d done nothing but worry that every turn of life’s wheel would bring yet another obstacle into my path” (Golden 419). 1. S/W: Chiyo is having a hard time pleasing her new family and is fearful of ending up in places like Satsu is. iii. Quote 3: “But to learn in a single moment that both my mother and my father had died and left me, and that my sister too was lost to me forever… at once my mind felt like a broken vase that would not stand I was lost even within the room around me” (Golden 103) 1.
After seeing how hurt he was, I realized just how awful I was. It took me an entire month to work up the courage to apologize to him, but our friendship was never the same. This event in particular changed my life’s perspective. It showed me how simple it is to be a dick, and how I was not going to live my life being that person. Keep in mind I was only in second grade so it was only just the beginning but, I do sometimes still look back at this moment, and become proud of the person I eventually have
I remember how when we first started you couldn't stop telling me how much you hate people touching your neck, at first, I couldn't even touch your neck to bring you closer to me while we were k... ... middle of paper ... ... chance to fix everything, we have a chance to be together for real now, without any secrets to the world or without any contraints, we have a chance to be us in love, and to me nothing else matters more. Well the fact that you still thought of me after all of that time does, but I can't let you know that, not yet, I already lost you for so long that I can't pick a chance to loose you again. Not after loosing you because I wanted us to seem real. I wanted us to be real to our fans. They already suspected that we were a thing anyway.
"You know I never keep anything from you but this is the one thing I thought I could sort out my self" I told her all the aspects of my relationship and she could not believe what she was hearing, my abuse has been going on for months now and I didn't think I could tell anyone until now. We had been friends for many years, our parents were friends before we were. We were like sisters, we spent the night in each others houses, we went to the same grade school, the same high school, we shared clothes and sometimes boyfriends. I wouldn't recommend this boyfriend though, a person that is so controlling and demanding of you, and if you do what he wants or asks he beats your brains. I remember the first time I told her about him she sat their and asked me so many questions that it was hard for me to get all the information out to her.
“No, I haven’t heard from her all day,” I replied. There was a long pause because we knew what each other was wondering: had Macey forgotten about today? I should have known that Macey wasn’t going to show up and I wish I would have prepared both Celeste and I for the heartbreak and repeated neglect inflicted on us—we were left alone again. If I had listened to the uneasy feeling in my gut, we’d be saved from this pain. At this point, reality hit: we had lost the one person whom we shared laughter, m... ... middle of paper ... ...k when Macey was still an important part of our lives, although we had to accept the reality of our situation the hard way and move on.
We had been best friends since we were babies, but as we grew older, she became competitive and just plain mean. For years, I had several negative incidences my “best friend.” We are no longer friends because I couldn’t take the emotional stress the friendship was putting on my life; now she’s “just somebody that I used to know.” During our middle school years, she tried to tear me down as much as possible. Something I was interested in was “stupid,” but then she would turn around to do it and make it seem like it was her idea. The line “No you didn’t have to sto... ... middle of paper ... ... to help make the world a little happier for someone else and plan to continue being involved throughout the rest of my life. I feel that my goals and involvement can positively contribute to society.
My father left us when I was only two years old. My mother always spoke ill of him and told me that I was better off not knowing who he was. For some reason I think he would have stayed if it wasn’t for the responsibility of taking care of me and I think that my mother knew that as well. My childhood years were occupied mainly by making excuses for the numerous injuries that my mother forced upon me every day because some part of me still cared about my mother, and I never wanted her to be in trouble, or maybe perhaps more logically, I was too scared. In my teenage years, most of my time was spent in school, and after I left there I would come home to a strung out mother that would be ranting and raving about dishes that needed to be done and telling me about how I was her biggest mistake, and that I was nothing but a lazy, hopeless loser, which I knew wasn’t true, but when you are a child the thoughts just run through your head over and over like a bad dream that you cannot wake up from.