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#broken friendships
journalsofanaesthete · 2 months
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So much has been written on love and the heartbreak that comes with it but not much on broken friendships. The thing that gets me is that how we talk with so much emotion about the love that broke our heart but we talk so casually about a dead friendship. I think it's because " dil tutne par to dosto ke paas ja sakte hai par dosti tutne par kiske paas jaaye? ". It's just difficult to make peace with the fact that there are people out there who were once your friends but now you don't have any idea about how or what they are doing. No matter how many things remind you of them or how many things happen that you both would have laughed on but you just can't tell them. It's the kind of heartbreak we don't talk much about.
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deesi-academia · 4 months
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its so weird that the one friend who has my baby pictures isn't going to be in my life anymore... like we were practically born and grew up together but times change i guess?
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pahaadonkidhoop · 6 months
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it really is a whole different kind of heart-stabbing pain when your parents ask you about what happened to the people you talked non stop about and don't as much / at all anymore
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golden-letters · 1 month
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and i know i am unlikeable, i know i am self-centred, i know i am arrogant, i know i am too boring, and i lack a sense of humour and hanging out with me feels like a chore and i am so incredibly unlikeable. but it still hurts, even with hindsight, to be told a friend is no longer a friend. and im forced to examine each of our interactions squinting to see details of whether or not you've always hated me, lost in the question of whether you're just too good of an actor or maybe once, we were actually friends. i don't know. i can be quite daft when it comes to these things. and i can't help but hate myself for it. i can't blame you all either. no one sane would voluntarily accompany someone as prickly as me– and i'm too self-centred and arrogant and horrid to accept anyone insane.
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rayyzcosmos · 3 months
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the pain of losing your best friend>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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artstar1997 · 3 months
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Being childhood friends, I am sure Rose and Velvet’s relationship will heal albeit slowly because of the mental scars that was inflicted on her.
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What's more important? That Caesar was assassinated? Or that he looked into the eyes of his best friend as a knife that had been a gift, plunged unto his body? That the physical pain of flesh and bones went away as the physical pain of his heart started to hurt worse? That he was betrayed by the most intimate people he knew? People he had loved and gotten close to? That he had been taken to a spot because he had trusted? Because he had no reason not to. Because these were the people he had laughed with. Because the person he had looked at, wouldn't look at him back. And instead just kept plunging that wonderful knife over and over.
And maybe Caeser had closed his eyes as the wounds worsened. 5 then 10 then 20. And maybe he opened his eyes for one last time and had seen Brutus. His dear friend.
Maybe he muttered 3 little words. Maybe he put all his emotions into those words. Maybe he had uttered to his friend and his advisor,
"Et tu, Brute?"
And maybe Brutus had delivered the killing blow. And maybe, even before his final breath, Caesar was dead.
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deadpoetsfall · 4 months
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long distance friendships are so hard. because i miss you so much, i want to spend time with you & hug you again, i want to laugh with you but i haven't responded to your text from two weeks before. i'm sorry i can't hold a conversation, i'm sorry i keep isolating myself. i love you, i'm sorry i keep pushing myself away from everyone but i don't have the energy to text back. it's so hard, life is unbareable sometimes. i'm not strong. but i love you, i do.
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forevermore05 · 2 months
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"When I walked away from the dagger in my heart that was our friendship I realized I rather be alone without them than be in constant loneliness with them." - Me
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newgod-apollo · 4 months
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Sometimes I look at a person and it’s like, how did I ever like you? And, how do people like you? Do they not know the real you? Do they not know what you’ve done to people? To me?
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gameguy20100 · 11 months
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So I've lost my job.
Everything seems to be going to shit. I've lost 3 of my friends, my grandfather died, and now this.
I'm trying to throw myself into my fic, but the Miraculous fandom is so toxic lately. Never have I been more sick of a character than I have with Chloe.
It just kills my motivation to see my work dry up when the same salt filled crap flourishes
Someone up there must really hate me.
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deesi-academia · 1 year
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I think the worst part about losing friendships is telling your parents that you're not friends anymore after YEARS of them being a constant in your life
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contaminatedlamb · 5 months
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every once in a while, I walk past the closed door of our silent friendship. And when I do, I leave a gift of remembrance, of the love I still carry for you.
When I no longer gasp at the sight of a spider, instead carefully putting it on a piece of paper and placing it outside; I think of you.
When our songs come on and the lyrics swell out of my lungs, I dance with the ghost of your memory.
Whenever I mince garlic, I imagine you beside me, our mess of food scraps combining into one.
Whenever I enter nature, I imagine you, bare footed and laughing, taking quick steps towards the nearest river, your hair glittering golden in the sunlight, your voice calling for me to follow you.
When I am silent with a book, when I wear the noise cancelling headphones that are identical to the ones you own, when I am nestled under the weighted blanket you gave me on our friendship anniversary, when I glance at your detailed art in my room, when I see dragons, when I see birds, when I enter graveyards, when I, when I, when I— does it matter?? I always think of you.
As the months pass by our closed door of silence, just know you will always be with me, my friend.
You became too intertwined in my heart to be anything but a part of it.
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golden-letters · 1 year
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walk in
@golden-letters
you have no right to barge back in my life again,
scrolling in like you own the place,
like you bought that sofa and did the laundry every night,
you have no right.
don’t text me again,
don’t make me smile again,
don’t do this again because you always barge in when it’s convenient,
convenient,
when i’m happy and you want to take that joy for yourself,
when the tears on my cheeks were wiped by myself,
you barge in,
you have no right to barge in again,
like you own the place.
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felloohoomanthing · 1 year
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Its been one and a half year,
but the memories are still clear.
Of us walking down the lane,
Through the gates,
changing our fates.
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yellowpamonha · 6 months
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keeping low contact with old friends is like. yes I’ll always be there when you need me to. wait I didn’t know this happened. please call me if you need anything. you deleted all your social media and I have no clue why. what are your dreams again? I remember your favorite color but I mix up the month of your birthday. do you still miss your mom? you’re dating someone I’ve never heard of. you send me happy birthday but we haven’t met in person for years. do you need to scream about your father? cause I’ll always be here for it. did you get over that years king broken heart? I have good news and you’re the first person I wanna tell them to, because only you knew how much I wanted this. do you think of me? do you remember the times in which we were joined by the hip? sometimes I think it was always a dream. I can’t have been so attached to someone. please think of me. I still pray for you. I still remember your younger sister was cute but annoying. I wish I knew how you’re doing. I wish I had news of your life from somewhere that wasn’t Instagram. I wish you’d call me late at night. remember when we used to watch movies together? I still have the list of all the movies we were supposed to watched saved on my phone. please remember me.
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