My first BEST freined, Anna, moved a way and I lost contact with her. My seconed BEST freined, Katheren, I to lost to the 'In Crowed' This year. She still some times spekes with me.
My best friend from kindergarden, Britt exchanged to a christian school just because her mom doesn't like mine. We don't see each other much but we talk on the phone alot.
Calla: She moved to Toronto at the end of 6th grade. I haven't heard from her since.
Kelsey: She moved to Alberta in the middle of grade 7. I talk to her sometimes on MSN.
Kathryn: I've been friends with her since 6th grade but my friends that I hang out with at school have shuned her, so she's now in one of the 'Popular' groups. I talk with her sometimes at school but one of my other so-called friends gives her and me the cold shoulder treatment when I do.
Nicole: I was best friends with her in preschool for about 5 years before one day she stopped being my friend. I haven't seen her since then to last year in grade 7. We still aren't friends.
I haven't lost any yet... But I dreamt that I left my best friend because I have to move away and the pain is indescribable... I hope it never ever happens to me because we were like the first pair to say "hi" when we met. But now he has been seeing THOSE TWO WITCHES OF MY CLASS and we barely spoke with one another...
Katy: I met her the first week of 9th grade. She was annoying from the start. Constantly petting my head and saying, "Oh Melly, you're so depressed." December came around and she invited me to her birthday party. I didn't go. When school started up again in January... we just plain stopped talking.
Karly: I met her at 9th grade registration. She was going into 12th grade even though she was only sixteen at the time. She was the editor of the school newspaper and I became Assistant Editor. January came around... she was trying to convince me to have a birthday party but I insisted it wasn't my thing. That's when she said it... "What do you want to do? Have a birthday saiance (seance)?" Yes, that's actually how she spelled it. I ended our friendship more or less on the spot. Things weren't helped by the fact that she didn't credit me as Assistant Editor in the yearbook.
Elizabeth: We were best friends for six years... 4th grade to 10th grade. I moved away from where we met when I was 13, so I decided to ask my parents to let her come visit for her 16th birthday. Her mother and sister decided to tag along, leaving my dad to pay three plane tickets from California to Florida out of his own pocket. The problems started as soon as we got to the car. She decided to sit beside my brother. When we got home I ate an Oreo after lunch and her mother outright called me fat. Elizabeth herself then proceeded to accuse me of being a "rebellious child" and condemn my language, my music, my clothes, etc. We went to Disney World together... after which her and her mother declared that Disney /Land/ was better. The entire week went on like that. She left and two weeks later I decided to end it with her. o o;
Maggie: Most recent. I met her in 10th grade. In 11th grade we had a small fight for which I decided to ignore her, only to tell her to forget about it shortly after. When I really lost all respect for her was when she insinuated sexual activity with my little brother during a trip we took together. While I was upstairs sleeping, she was downstairs ruining our friendship. Some people sensed the interaction between her and my brother. She outright lied to me and told me nothing was happening. I finally found out about her true self months later, though not from her own mouth. She didn't admit it until she was seriously confronted about it. She "apologized" and I decided to forgive her but she didn't change one bit... not to this day. I'm still nice to her but understandably we're not actual /friends/ anymore... Even now she's attempting to "steal" this guy I used to like while smiling at me the whole time.
I've lived in the same place my whole life, so I've been fortunate enough to retain the relationships I had with friends since I was little. But, such as life, things don't always go great.
I've only lost two really good friends. I'm sure there were many more acquaintances I've lost touch with, but there are only two really significant instances worth noting.
First was my best friend Jamie. We were best friends from 4th grade til 7th grade. We'd go over to each others houses pretty much everyday and would always go somewhere together on the weekends, for like 3 years. Then she moved away in 7th grade, and I've seen her only once since (in 9th grade). Simple as that.
The second time was a lot more heavy. My friend Jessica... well, I met her in 7th grade, somewhat coincidently only weeks after Jamie moved away. I noticed from the get go that she had really, really short hair. This is because she had just had cancer, and had been in chemo. But she was really, really nice and friendly, and we quickly became good friends. I quickly learned that she had had health issues all her life. She's had countless operations, had to get an artificial hip at age 14, has been in for bone marrow transplant, was half deaf, and had deteriorating leg muscles. I still suspect that all of these problems were due to her mom's drug use while she was pregnant with her.
Anyway, but she was a very optimistic person... for the most part. She loves to read, and would read as much as 120 books in a single months. She liked to turn her thoughts onto the pages of fantasy books, I suspect because it was a means of escape from her life. Her life wasn't that great, either; her stepfather was a religious fanatic who constantly verbally abused her, and her brother. It was downright scary going to her house sometimes; her stepfather was not afraid to SCREAM at her, even with company over. I can only imagine what it was like while they were by themselves.
In 10th grade she ended up having to be home schooled due to continuing health problems. She grew significantly more depressed, but kept to reading. And then the operations kept piling up, and each time I visited her in the hospital, she looked more and more weary each time. It was really horrible - she hated being at the hospital, and she hated being at home. I could only offer sincere sympathy, but was at a loss of what do to for her otherwise. I visited as much as I could, both her house and at the hospital, but eventually her stepfather didn't like me coming over anymore, and eventually denied me entrance.
In Spring of 2006 I got the call from one of my other friends, Natalie. Jessica had purposely overdosed on her own medication, and died. Very much a suicide. I guess she finally had enough of her environment, and sought a new one.
To this day I just feel like I should have or at least could have said something to SOMEONE about her stepfather. I really think he was a key player in her decision. I knew that she wasn't happy, but I was still shocked when I heard. Even through her depression, she still talked optimistically about the future.
Damn it, it didn't have to end that way. I just should have done SOMETHING. But in the words of Nightwish - to my everlasting shame, silence took me.
That's so sad Dragon-Wing. At least she's in a better place where she can be happy for the rest of the time now. Escaping from the constant struggle in health and her father shouting at her and her brother. Sorry for the loss.
Me personally, I've lost a few friends since going into 6th form in high school while they went to college or employment. Some were more special than others. When I meant others, I meant the ones that eventually started bitching about other people (not including me suprisingly enough).
There was one particular friend that I still keep thinking about today. Becky. She was my "evil twin" cos we were both born on the same day, on the same month and the same year (only I was a few hours younger than her). Plus she was the more daring out of the both of us (when it came to rebelling out of our science lessons suttley and when it came to boys). She was really cool. But she decided to go to college while I went into 6th form. We never argued or anything so we must have done something right.
But there many others that I'd rather forget or have wished that I never made friends with them.
But still, I'm getting on fine at the moment with the friends who are in 6th form too.
The only person I remember ever "losing" was a girl named...let's call her Anna. I wouldn't consider her a "friend", really, but she thought I was her friend, and because I was too afraid to tell her that pretty much everyone hates her, I kept talking to her. It wasn't the best thing to do, really.
A while back, Anna said that my best friend (coincidently, my crush at the time) had said a lot of...not nice things about me. When I finally got to talk to him, I yelled at him a whole lot. He denied ever saying anything and told me that Anna had made it up. Of course, Anna denied that and said that he had made everything up. I pretty much severed ties then and there.
In retrospect, it was probably my "friend" who made everything up. Or maybe not. It's hard for me to trust anyone now, especially him.
I lost my best friend... She just had to criticize me all the time, say awful things for me behind my back, not only she didn't even tried to share my 'mania' for the loonatics, but she pushed me away saying they were stupid... Must I really say more...
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Ehm... I've been thinking and... ehm... Nevermind...
I've lived in the same place my whole life, so I've been fortunate enough to retain the relationships I had with friends since I was little. But, such as life, things don't always go great.
I've only lost two really good friends. I'm sure there were many more acquaintances I've lost touch with, but there are only two really significant instances worth noting.
First was my best friend Jamie. We were best friends from 4th grade til 7th grade. We'd go over to each others houses pretty much everyday and would always go somewhere together on the weekends, for like 3 years. Then she moved away in 7th grade, and I've seen her only once since (in 9th grade). Simple as that.
The second time was a lot more heavy. My friend Jessica... well, I met her in 7th grade, somewhat coincidently only weeks after Jamie moved away. I noticed from the get go that she had really, really short hair. This is because she had just had cancer, and had been in chemo. But she was really, really nice and friendly, and we quickly became good friends. I quickly learned that she had had health issues all her life. She's had countless operations, had to get an artificial hip at age 14, has been in for bone marrow transplant, was half deaf, and had deteriorating leg muscles. I still suspect that all of these problems were due to her mom's drug use while she was pregnant with her.
Anyway, but she was a very optimistic person... for the most part. She loves to read, and would read as much as 120 books in a single months. She liked to turn her thoughts onto the pages of fantasy books, I suspect because it was a means of escape from her life. Her life wasn't that great, either; her stepfather was a religious fanatic who constantly verbally abused her, and her brother. It was downright scary going to her house sometimes; her stepfather was not afraid to SCREAM at her, even with company over. I can only imagine what it was like while they were by themselves.
In 10th grade she ended up having to be home schooled due to continuing health problems. She grew significantly more depressed, but kept to reading. And then the operations kept piling up, and each time I visited her in the hospital, she looked more and more weary each time. It was really horrible - she hated being at the hospital, and she hated being at home. I could only offer sincere sympathy, but was at a loss of what do to for her otherwise. I visited as much as I could, both her house and at the hospital, but eventually her stepfather didn't like me coming over anymore, and eventually denied me entrance.
In Spring of 2006 I got the call from one of my other friends, Natalie. Jessica had purposely overdosed on her own medication, and died. Very much a suicide. I guess she finally had enough of her environment, and sought a new one.
To this day I just feel like I should have or at least could have said something to SOMEONE about her stepfather. I really think he was a key player in her decision. I knew that she wasn't happy, but I was still shocked when I heard. Even through her depression, she still talked optimistically about the future.
Damn it, it didn't have to end that way. I just should have done SOMETHING. But in the words of Nightwish - to my everlasting shame, silence took me.
Oh Dragon wing...I'm so sorry... I hope that (in my religous beliefs) when god renews the universe,and all dead will live again in a perfect condition and we will all have everlasting life in a perfect world without fear or hatred. I'll pray for you That you will be reunited with Jessica,just like me and my grandfather...*sigh*
-- Edited by Dawgluver101 at 17:27, 2008-02-07
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For all those who responded to my post, thanks for your thoughts. :) Faith in general has always been a confusing issue for me, but I know, no matter what, that Jessica is now in a better state than what she once was. And for that, I know everything with her is now okay, and I've accepted everything.