FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you
I've made a lot of friends over the years,
lost many,
had many, many fights;
made some real friends,
had some fake ones,
and lost some
just because we didn't stay in contact.
Deobicei prietenii sunt cei care te ranesc mai mult,iar tu chiar nu'ti dai seama de asta.
You stop talking,
stop hanging out,
someone moves,
someone goes to a different school,
you both make new friends,
but you never stop to think until later,
PRITENII NOI NU O SA II INLOCUIASCA NICIODATA PE CEI VECHI.
Moriah:
Second grade-
Practially my only friend in the class, Moriah was one of the coolest people I've ever known. She loved animals and for her birthday party, gave dog themed christmas ornaments as party favors because the money went to a dog rescue fund. Her house was one of the few I had ever tried eating something else. I don't remember what it was, but I know there was rice and corn. That night, when I slept over, I even fucking threw up in my sleep, all over my favorite stuffed cat. I told her mom and she got me all cleaned up, washed my cat and I felt so bad. I called my mom and told her what happened. They understood but I never got to sleep over again. But Moriah was cool, she didn't expect me to be anything. Then she moved to a different school district and about 15 minutes away from my house. I hung out with her once but I really haven't seen her since. I miss her.
Corrine
Third grade-
This was the year I had all the popular friends in the beginning, and in the end they all turned on me. Worst year of my life. Corrine was the quiet girl in the class but after the fight we became friends. We had the same initals. C-E-S. On projects, I'd always put CES and she'd put CS so we didn't confuse them. We bought each other charm bracelets with out initials on 'em. But she moved that summer and when I came back next year, she wasn't there. I even burned her a CD, but she'll never get it.
Acestea sunt cateva care se lipesc în mintea mea.
Some are on the way,
some already have.
Some I don't miss,
Some are getting stolen,
some I stole,
the circle moves on.
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