May 18th, 2013
|11:15 pm - The pillow|
This weekend, I went to stay the night with my best friend because she was graduating. We were sitting in the living room when a new friend declared her love for the owl pillow, which was my pillow. I told her to take it. She said no butI insistently told her that I wanted her to have it. She finally agreed to take it.
The pillow was a gift from someone I no longer count as a friend. While it was at my house and I looked at it, it reminded me of the day I got it from the friend but then it would remind me how far our friendship has fallen.That's why I was so insistent about the girl having the pillow. Now the two most significant points of my pillow ownership have positive memories attached, the day I got it and the day I gave it away.
I do feel slightly guilty about giving it away since it was a gift and I never believe in doing that type of thing but then I think of how excited the receiver was and I feel ok. I feel like I passed it on.
I would do one thing differently though. I would have waited till the next morning to give it to here because a scrunched up bath towel is not a real substitute for a pillow... Haha.
February 13th, 2012
|10:26 pm - Please make me not so crazy.|
I broke up with a friend yesterday. I know that sounds weird but I absolutely had the whole friendship fade-out thing, especially when one of the parties tried to make the friendship work. It was the whole boulder-hill situation, where I feel like I am pushing a boulder up a hill when I know that one day my arms will give out and the boulder will crush me, if that makes any sense.
But the worst part is a part of me doesn't give up. Even in friendship, I romanticize what said friend might do. I will admit, it is rare for me to break up with a friend but when I do, I always secretly hope they will come back and a lot of the times, I make large doors for them, so they can come back into my life. I always want them to show up on my doorstep and say "I'm sorry. I was wrong." As rare as it for me to break up with a friend, it's even more rare that they come back. But I can't help but to hope, to pick at the festering wound.
I know this is person is not coming back.. Sigh. I just wish I didn't care.
July 16th, 2007
|12:17 am - Becoming my friend|
Found some free time.
Went through and took off some people off my list (basically people who don't get on)
(One of my friends had three accounts!)
and also found out that I accidently deleted a friend
so I'm leaving this out to everyone just to make sure I didn't delete any real friends
(If this happened, please leave a comment so I can re-add you :D, or if you want to be my friend, leave me a comment)