I’m so confused when it comes to love. I’m in love with my best friend and it hurts. I’m not ready to be in a relationship, but the rest of me wants them. I don’t know what to do. I love them so much. More than anything. I have for years. But I’m scared of losing my freedom.
I’m sick of arguing with an a-hole that I thought could be my friend. Literally every day she keeps telling me and everyone else who talks to her that she knows better than we do. She has zero empathy for anyone. I once told her and a couple of other friends that they’re treating my grandpa (who has Alzheimer’s) badly in his care home. She told me that they probably treat him like sh*t because he’s aggressive. “I know because I’m smarter than you,” she said. My grandpa is very docile. I should know as someone who has been by his side for years. What excuse do they have to treat my grandpa or anyone else like sh*t because of a disease? And what right does that f**king b*t*h have to tell me that my dying grandpa isn’t worth her empathy? I swear, I didn’t know people could be this full of themselves.
You were supposed to be light. Not the darkness that has plagued you. Where did you go that corrupted the soul I cherished for so long? How can I shine the light and not have the shadows come for you? I miss you. I hope I can find you again one day. Till we meet again best friend…
I’m so confused when it comes to love. I’m in love with my best friend and it hurts. I’m not ready to be in a relationship but the rest of me wants them. I don’t know what to do. I love them so much. More than anything. I have for years. But I’m scared of losing my freedom.
I reconnected with an old high school friend after about 20 years right before the pandemic. I don’t like Facebook. It’s a cesspool. I still join in sometimes, but for the most part, I open and close it in disgust. My old friend wants to talk all the time. Her best friend recently died, and now she is reaching out to me. Though we were once close, we are really different people now. We’re so different that it’s hard to be around her.
My friend died twice after an accident when she was younger and she ‘saw God.’ I was religious, but I am not anymore. I’m not mad at anyone, God especially. How can I be mad at something I don’t think exists? I’m not just some pissed off atheist running around telling everyone that God isn’t real. I’m extremely respectful of other people’s beliefs. You will never catch me telling a religious person that they are wrong. Never, ever, ever, would I do that. But they deem it necessary to try and save me and tell me that I’m wrong all the time. I never came out and said I’m an atheist, but I told her that I’m a skeptic of everything. She proceeded to tell me that she knows she’s right about there being a God because she’s seen God. I know what oxygen deprivation does to the human brain. The God she saw was just that; oxygen deprivation. I do get how crazy it must be to come out of something like that.