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When the two of us were friends before,
it was Shopkins that we bonded over.
Yes, that long ago.
Our nails painted bright pink.
But then you left,
just a few months after our friendship began.
Years later, a new person: the two of us now friends.
When WE were friends before,
it was Roblox that we bonded over.
That long ago.
Our nails bitten to the same place we were at:
the lowest point.
We grew together, fell together.
But then I left,
a couple years after our friendship began.
A year later, I see your pink nails again,
but now they're painted black.
When we became friends again,
it was the "not being okay" that we bonded over.
That long ago.
Our nails scratching scars into our arms.
But then SHE came,
and SHE is friends with us now.
When the three of us were friends before,
it was fun that we all bonded over the same things.
It was refreshing to have small parts of both halves of my life.
But despite the fact that it was I who introduced you to each other,
I was the one that was left in the dust.
I was the wheel on the front of the tricycle,
just out of earshot of what you two were really saying about me.
You were the rock and she was the scissors.
I was the paper.
She cut me, but instead of me covering you up,
you hit me straight in the gut.
You two were living your life with liberty while I was forced to continue my pursuit of happiness.
I was the blood, sweat, and tears, trying to keep our "trio" together, even though I was the one who felt the most pain.
You two finally had enough of each other, so our trio ended with a game between monkey in the middle and tug of war where I played the rope-monkey.
I was conflicted: I felt saddened that the relationship was gone, but I was
relieved.
And I was ashamed by it.
Months later, I had finally reached a peace with it,
but you want to be friends again.
There was a time where I stopped biting my nails.
I was growing and they, too, grew with me.
Now, though, the thought of being the odd-one-out
with you two- let's just say,
I've started biting my nails again.
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