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#friendship loss
chaosmagicwanda · 9 months
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No matter how good you could be to somebody, no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you.
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brownsugar4hersoul · 7 months
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Never feel bad when your friends become your enemies, they're tired of pretending
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I love you...love you to the core of fighting with misunderstandings between us even though I hate conflicts
Love you to the core of stop doing my favorite thing because you hate it
Love you to the core of loving your true self accepting your flaws and bests
Love you to the core of putting you before me in everything
Love you to the core of being only one putting the effort
Love you so much that I still wait years for you with sorrow of your missed presence and wishing you best things
But...I have to love the fate now
The fate of us not together
The fate of you not wanting me anymore
The fate of you replacing my presence with new people
The fate of you being okay with my absence
I will let you go
I wish you best life, without me
I want to let go of this pain of accepting the fate
But i will hold your bittersweet memories in my heart...🍂
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starfanatic · 6 months
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It feels weird to greive a person that’s still alive. It’s like you’re grieving the relationship you used to have with the person and the memories because you will never have it again, or at least not in the same way. It’s like that quote from wandavision “grief is love perserving” it’s like your heart is like “hey i want this person back i miss them” and your heart is like “but that person isnt yours to have memories with anymore. Time moved on, and changed them. But you didn’t you don’t grow, you stay the same. You’re no longer compatible with this person”
And it’s like… dude I literally saw them across the street? I saw them in the back row of class? But that person isnt my person. My friend isn’t MY friend, it’s someone else’s friend.
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lavend3r-stardust · 8 days
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How the fuck do you move on from friendship grief? How do you heal old wounds that were torn open by new blades?
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the cycle
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Alone, new person comes into life, said person is great and I begin to trust them, person has other, better friends who they like more, they leave my life, I’m alone again. It all starts with the excuses for why they are with others instead of you, then the conversations both through text and irl get shorter and shorter, and then “we go back to strangers” (I basically experience the platonic version of what’s described in Strangers by Kenya Grace) I’m used to it at this point tbh, still feels like a slap to the face every time tho. Ofc the first time I make a whole comic thingy it’s a vent!
Yes the sitting at the desk thing is inspired from Nick and Charlie in Hearstopper
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shimmeringlass · 2 months
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In the tapestry of life, threads of friendship weave patterns of joy, sorrow, and the complex hues of human emotion. Our story, spanning over a decade, was a vibrant part of that fabric, rich with the colors of youth, adventure, and a deep understanding of each other. From the innocence of fourth grade to the trials of adulthood, we navigated the seas of growing up, inseparable, each other's compass and ally in the chaos of life.
Like a river that overflows its banks, our friendship was flooded with torrents of cruel words and actions, washing away the foundation we had laid together. Eventually her light dimmed and was replaced by shadows of judgment and aggression, casting a darkness on the bond we held dear. The transformation was heart-wrenching, watching the person who once stood alongside me, become distant and hateful. The day she chose a path that wounded someone she truly cared about, my conscience stood at a crossroads. This lead me to unveil truths hidden in the dark, in the hope of salvaging what remained of the respect and integrity among us.
Our paths diverged, the gap widened by decisions, revelations and time. In the quiet that followed, I found solace in familiarity, yet my past was a ghost that refused to fade. Her absence carved a void, filled with memories of laughter and shared dreams, of being young and unburdened by the weight of our choices.
Nights bring dreams of reconciliation, of apologies whispered in the embrace of a long overdue hug, a yearning for the mending of a fracture that once seemed unthinkable. The mind wanders through fields of what was, lingering on the moments of pure, unrefined joy—of adventures embarked upon with the fearlessness that youth affords, of shared secrets and the unspoken language that only true friends understand. I recall the fierce loyalty that once defined us, a bond so strong it could turn into battle for each other's dignity.
Yet, as I ponder the landscape of now, curiosity paints pictures of the life you lead without me. Have your dreams taken flight? Have new desires kindled in your heart? Who has brought you joy, and who else has etched lessons of pain in your story? Your evolution marked by new tattoos, a passion for underground music and a freedom in love that mirrors your fearless heart sparks questions about the person you’ve become. Is your soul more at peace in this new chapter? Does authenticity guide your steps, or are you still searching for who you truly are?
Despite the silence that stretches between us, my thoughts often wander her way, hoping life treats her with kindness, that her choices lead her to happiness and security. The possibility of what our friendship could have been in another time, another place, tugs at my heart. Could we have grown together, or have our paths diverged too far? The thought of rekindling that connection flickers like a candle in the wind—fragile and uncertain.
Time, with its relentless march, has woven our story into the past, leaving behind a yearning for closure that may never come. Yet, in the depths of reflection, I find a quiet acceptance of the journey we shared and the lessons it brought. Though we may never speak again, the memories, both bitter and sweet, remain a testament to the bond we once had.
x,
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thisisramztrying · 9 months
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I want to hurt a little longer because the pain’s the only thing left of her.
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chaosmagicwanda · 9 months
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“Sometimes self-love shows up as the willingness to release people who have no interest in learning how to love you. You deserve to be handled with care.”
- Michell C. Clark
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izzetqueeen · 5 months
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It's a horrific feeling knowing you chased everyone you ever loved away. It's a feeling you hold deep in your chest as long as you live on. I was horrible, I was awful, and was cast into this dark abyss where I belong.
I miss playing warframe with you, I miss playing world of darkness with you. Now I flip through the pages of the Changeling book you bought me for Christmas and sob over what I have lost, I open my computer for schoolwork but do nothing beyond that because it just hurts to look at where you were and see truly nothing.
It's a feeling that makes you want to die, one night arguing and then the next day after you wake up seeing everything totally gone. It rips your heart from your chest and makes you feel truly unlovable like you have always believed.
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The drumroll at 2:36 still gets me.
It was strange to have felt like I belonged when I didn’t.
Giving up ultimately was hell. Sometimes I still remember that despite the passage of time.
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miss-farfallas-world · 2 months
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Is it my bad? To love you even if it feels like I'm kissing the rose thorns
My soul crunches for your presence
I long to wait restless days and nights
If in the end you'd come back
I check on you from now and then
Asking others about your well-being
Every time I smile
Every time I cry
I wish you'd be here, included in my life
I should've hated you for not even considering me an explanation....but that's too small of madness compared to my love for you
People says it's just a breakup
But that one platonic love, refuse to let me move on
I wish you never loved me somehow so that in the end
My love will be mine and
I can move on.......
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beebawrites · 8 months
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How can I begin to describe how people remind me of you. The similarities in personality, the way they think and write, their interests… it all reminds me of you. Sometimes I fear i’ve stumbled across you. Maybe it is you. Sometimes hope and anxiety Jumbled into one fill me when I think that it might be you. That’s when I realise I still care. I remember the time when you said you no longer did. I don’t know how my heart has shattered so many times and still remained in place. I think of that one song by Elliot smith: ‘Everything reminds me of her.’ And that’s how I feel.
~Beeba Writes
06/09/23
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ohslime444 · 10 months
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saremmunity · 10 months
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Faces that I've seen turn old and gray
I've lost too many friends along the way
Memories I never thought would fade
They fade and Blow Away
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