Friendship Quotes

Another year passes
and i'm scared to grow up
Scared to grow apart.

I broke it again
Your story isn't who you wanted to be
I remember when I said it has you in it.  
It doesn't anymore. 
I'm trying to move on. 
is that ok?
You don’t like the song ‘Why Can’t We Be Friends’ – and that’s why we can’t be friends.
Won't you stop?
I never asked you to continue
I never even wanted you
I don't understand you
I don't want you
I don't like the way you talk 
I don't like the way you text
I don't like the way you think

I don't like the way you express
I don't like the way you treat someone
I don't like the way you try
I don't like the way you're doIng everything
I don't like the way you hurt
I don't like the way you act

I don't like the way you don't think
I don't like the way you phrase
I don't like how you don't understand
I don't like how you are not the one i wanted to be 
I have millions of things i hate about you
but not a single thing i like about you
so just go.
I thought we were perfect once. That we could balance each other out, that I would give you the inspiration you crave and you would give me the peace I am so desperate for. But maybe we’re not meant for each other. You’re not my type and I’m not your type and so why are we back here again?We took a break for a year. We avoided each other, barely spoke. I avoided your places, your haunts, even your friends. I took a backstep in my own life, returned to old habits and lost my desire for others because some nights, all I could think about was you. I wanted you, even when you desperately wanted someone else. And it wasn’t just that kind of romantic love - it was the kind of love where we could talk to each other about anything, be happy in silence, be happy with nothing.And I loved you, even though each time you answered my questions I felt like my heart was breaking. I couldn’t keep the scraps of me together and instead I let them aside, and parts of me were lost too. Why do I let you have so much of me? I give you so much leeway, we both knew it. So why do you keep sabotaging this, even just the threads of our friendship?Why do you want to irrevocably destroy who I am, destroy the parts of me that make me who I am, make me feel like I am not worthy of anything? Somedays I blame you and somedays I can’t because I can’t help but feel you’re right. That I don’t deserve anything more than to be destroyed. I keep thinking and thinking. I don’t know what lies next. I want you and I don’t. I want us to be friends, to lean on each other. But sometimes I think I want more. To try this idea of dating, this question that hovers between us, that prevents us from being just friends. What is this whisper that our bodies seem to give around each other? There’s a question that lies in the air between us, a thought that we can never really put away. You have anxiety around me. I have anxiety around you.But sometimes I wonder if anxiety and desire are one and the same.That we could be it for each other. I wonder if we could last if we got through this. Or if we would just end in heartbreak, both in pieces that we can’t re-build. Why can’t we be friends with exes? Why can we not say that the part of our lives where we in love with each other is over, and that now we are just happy to be friends?This is a slow love story. And the ending is still in question. Maybe it has a happy ending. Maybe it doesn’t. I wish I knew.
Friends do not let friends be sad suffering without trying to give any comfort
It's been so silent
where have the months gone?

I'm still struggling
I thought I was over it
but I wasn't.

Hate to see everything fall apart
Hate that I don't feel important anymore.
Or Maybe I never was.

Why do I complain?
I'm so selfish
I'm never okay with what I have.

Please don't go
I'm weak
I can't survive on my own

I'm tired
Can I get a break?
I can't imagine how much it would have hurt
I can't let it go 
I can't take my words back
I can only try to fix
But it's not about me-
It shouldn't be.

I feel so selfish.
I'm sorry.
A thousand sorries
will still won't be enough.

It hurts that I hurt.
It's not okay.
I lie when I say it's okay.
It's easier to be hurt and to hurt.
It's easier to play pretend.
I'm scared.
Are you too?
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