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There is something I’m wanting to share…but it’s personal. It happened during the early part of my Senior year of high school with a best friend of mine. You may think, “Ugh, it’s full of drama!”. Yes, it is…so, if you don’t want to read this then I suggest you should move on to something else…but if you do, if you’re interested, then please, get comfortable, get your eyes ready and turn on your brain. For privacy concerns, I’m going to alter my real name and any name I mention in this story…hopefully you don’t mind! If you have any questions or thoughts, feel free to express them in the comments and I’ll either answer or read them as soon as possible…thank you and enjoy!

The Days I Almost Lost my Best Friend’s Friendship:

Day One!

The day was the most depressing day I ever went through. It was the day my best friend Bria got kicked out by her mom. She didn’t have any relatives to run off to….she didn’t have nowhere else to go…it pained me to see Bria like this…my own best friend living out on the streets?! The only stuff she carried were her books and a binder of I don’t know what kind of papers…she didn’t have her backpack with her nor her phone! This was definitely getting me on edge now! I got so depressed and worried about it, I needed to get this out to somebody. There was a sub in my class that I was in, as I took this opportunity to go visit the counselor. I got up from my desk and went over to the sub to ask her if I could go to the bathroom. She allowed me as I proceeded out of the classroom. BUT…I didn’t go to the bathroom…I went the other way! Down to Student Services where my Senior/Junior Counselor Ms. Sutt was, and I see her at her desk with her office door open. The front desk lady was busy with somebody as she only acknowledged me.

“Miss Sutt?”, I called as I went over to her office. “Hey Lauri! What’s up?”, She greeted me as I stood in her doorway. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”, I asked it in that way so she would know I don’t want to waste too much of her time. “Sure! Take a seat! Close the door…”, She tells me. I walked into her office further as I closed the door behind me and sat myself in one of her chairs. I told her everything, and I told her this was worrying me ‘cause this was the second time something like this happened to her. She complimented on how I was being a good friend but reassured me that she’ll have the counselor of her grade level to be made aware of this and maybe have them talk to her about the predicament. (She is a grade level behind me)

It was for 10 minutes I talked with her and the next thing I knew, I’m walking back to class, still feeling a little uneasy. Since I gotten that off my chest….now what? I eventually will have to tell my other friend Citlali what I just did…and I can tell she won’t be happy about it. At lunch, I did the unthinkable…I DID tell her! She told me things like—“It’s none of their business!”, “Why would you do that?”, “Who else did you tell?”—stuff like that! Evidently, Bria found out and she started to avoid me for the next few of days. But that’s when day number two arrives!

Day Two!

All I remember was, in the morning, I was wanting to see if Bria was here…even though she’s ignoring and avoiding me. I did see her, but she took a shortcut to her class…using the stairwells at the end of the hallway…now guilt replaces my anxiety…why did I do this to myself?! At lunch, I couldn’t eat my tray of food without knowing if Bria called off our friendship! I couldn’t stop thinking about it! Citlali was here and came around and told me Bria had talked to her about the “stunt” I pulled and had a message for me from her—in quote—"Lauri, I know you care and worry for me, but I don’t need your help…”…At those words being said, my guilt bubble just kept on growing and growing. When I finished eating, me and her walked around for a little bit before going upstairs to this class Bria likes to visit. As we entered and sat ourselves down, I could see Bria’s irritated and fuming anger—and it looked like she didn’t want to stick around long either.

Citlali tried talking to her in Spanish (they’re both Hispanic)—probably asking “What’s wrong?” or “What are you doing? Are you okay?”…But without an answer, she logs off her computer, gathers up her stuff and leaves! My guilt bubble feels like popping at this moment as we both stand and follow her out. I trailed behind them while Citlali talks with her, calming her down I guess…but this is when I realize I needed to apologize to her! And this is when the next day came…

Day Three!

In the morning, I did not see Bria at all…she completely avoids me! And I’m here trying to build up the courage to apologize to her. It wasn’t working! At lunch, I was all by myself…NO Citlali, NO Bria, NO NOBODY! I felt so out of place, I skipped lunch to try to find Bria. I checked the library…nope! I checked the cafeteria I was just at…nope…the only place I know where she goes is to that class where she likes to do her work! But sadly, teachers were doing “Lunch Duty”…sealing off the hallway double-doors and the upstairs leading up to the 2nd floor…but a familiar teacher I knew and had was doing lunch duty for the stairs…my old English II teacher Mister Sharpknack! I think I could get through to him!

I walked over, seeing him up against the rails as I walked up a couple of steps for him to notice me. “And where are you going, Ms. Lauri?”, He said it in a polite/humorous way, but I told him, “Uh, to Mister Finn…”, Mister Sharpknack nodded and added, “Do you have a pass?”, I only shook my head and said, “I forgot to ask him for one...”, I heard him sigh. “Next time, have one…you can go!”, I gave him a final nod and proceeded up the stairs, feeling glorious in my victory! I left down the hallway to the class Bria’s at…I see her! Sitting at a computer doing her work…she still looks irritated…she’s not clearly hiding it. The teacher (forgot his name) acknowledges me and waves as I wave back. I walked over to where Bria was and took a seat behind her. Now was the moment of truth…but my courage to apologize just…dissipates! I just sat there feeling like a complete idiot…wallowing in the regret and guilt of NOT being able to apologize to her! I could tell she realized my presence as she logs off the computer, gathers her stuff and stands to leave. Now I’m starting to think this is hopeless…real hopeless! At the end of the day, I wasn’t able to find her nor my friends, so I just proceeded to the parking lot where my dad was waiting for me.

Day Four!

I didn’t even BOTHER waiting for my friends or looking out for any in the morning, so I just left to class. I had a feeling Citlali was here and my gut was right…at lunch, I spotted her! Greeted and hugged her when I did…but after that, she wanted to mention about Bria—telling me she’s at that class and also telling me I have to “man up” and apologize to her. As we started walking up the stairs, my heart starts to race, my hands get clammy…Citlali notices and reassures me everything will be just fine. But I’m here thinking she’s not gonna accept my apology…but it’s worth a shot! As we entered the class the teacher was busy talking with another teacher and didn’t even realize we’ve entered. I instantly see Bria sitting at the computer doing her usual. I took the same seat behind her, with Citlali rolling up a chair next to her.

She greeted and asked her how she was doing. She replied in such a low tone I couldn’t hear her! Citlali then looked to me and gave me that look! That look of letting me know she’s about to get her attention. “Bria, Lauri has something to tell you…”, At that moment, I felt like jumping out the window, but I pushed that feeling aside as I heard her sigh, turning around in her chair to face me. She had that “I don’t want anything to do with you, but what do you want?” look. I simply swallow and breathed before letting myself speak: “I know you’re mad…but all I want to say is that I’m sorry…for what I did…I shouldn’t have done that…it was wrong of me to do that…I should’ve just kept it to myself…If you don’t want to be my friend anymore…I completely understand…”, From what I said, I watch Bria’s mood change.

She said a few words too: “It’s not that I don’t want to be your friend, I do…you’re my best friend and I know you care and worry about me but sometimes I need to handle stuff like this on my own…you are a good friend, but I don’t need you behind my back all the time…”, I slowly took in her words, nodding at what she just said to me. There was a moment of silence as I look to the floor before looking back at her as I say, “Well…do you accept my apology?”, I see her smirk faintly. “Yes—I accept your apology…”, I couldn’t help but smile at her answer and gestured out my arms to her. “Are we good then?”, Bria was confused at first at what I was gesturing but eventually got up to embrace me, smiling as she did. Since Citlali was having an eye issue, I heard her say, “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but I can’t!”, That got both me and Bria giggling at her. I can now release all my worries and tensions ‘cause I have my best friend back!

The End!

Again, please share your thoughts and let me know what you think!❤️

oh my dad used to own a boat (until like a year ago) that from what you’ve said seems like it was a similar size to the one you’ll be moving into. we didn’t live in it but did do lots of trips and my dad slept in it (even tho there wasn’t really a bed lol), i never did tho cause i just camped in a tent. honestly i just found it really chill and peaceful being on a boat even if ur stationary

so yeah boats be cool lol and i hope living on one goes well :)

You’re moving onto a BOAT?!?! How does that work?

So it’s not like a row boat or anything! It’s a boat that is meant for sailing long distances, so it’s tiny, but it has a bed, a kitchen table, a small kitchen (with a gas stove & a sink & a small refrigerator), a toilet + sink + on board shower, a deck with chairs, and basically everything a studio apartment has. It’s permanently docked in a marina in a major city (it’s in the Los Angeles area but I’m not saying the specific city for obvious reasons) and the marina has free on land toilets and showers and laundry equipment, as well as a trash service and services to clean out the waste holding tank. So it’s basically like an apartment! Except the average rent in the city it’s in is $1700-2500 and the slip fee for the boat is around $800 a month with no electricity or water bills (I only have to pay $400 a month). It’s only 25 mins away from the college I’m starting at in the fall, so it works a lot better than if I were to get an apartment in the city. (Even with roommates, I couldn’t afford it and my financial aid from my college doesn’t cover enough of the cost of on campus housing + if I lived on campus I couldn’t bring CZ with me and then I would have to kill myself /hj /nsrs)

fun confession time: so i'm a trans man, and my now-girlfriend (long distance) was my childhood friend as well but both of us only realized that we liked each other back in october (at around the same time even) but neither of us realized that we liked each other back so i was down bad for months while she started. making jokes about us getting divorced. like "i'll divorce you if you do that again" or "let's get married so that we can divorce". so one day i was playing lethal company with her and some other friends of mine, and she and i went off to go explore on our own, and i found that bit of loot that's like a wedding ring. so i made my character crouch and was like "will you marry me... so that we can fulfill your dreams of divorce?" i don't remember if she actually responded to that or not but that's how i proposed to my gf before we started dating lol. i asked her out a couple weeks later on valentine's day while playing fucking genshin impact of all games (she loves it, i tolerate it) and i was so overjoyed that the very next day i lost my phone on the train. she sends me yaoi books in the mail and keeps bringing up awkward texts i sent in middle school to tease me. i couldn't be more in love

helllll yea

wow more bubbline based on that one episode where pb sniffs marcy's shirt aggresively

Pareidolia is weird

Today within a door I saw two old, small, grouchy, fat, mostly naked, gay men

The one on the left had a fancy pompous hairstyle that didn't at all fit his long disheveled beard, two itty bitty dot like eyes, a crazy large mouth agape, and a very thin long nose. I decided he was a wizard.

Then I noticed the one on the right who wore a helmet covering their entire face, except for how big and angled slit in an upside and wide V shape, through this you could see their own dot like eyes.

Also, they both stood on these attachments because they are so small, and the only clothes they had were long and drappy sleeves that looked like they came off a robe

And they were holding hands

Last year one of these guys was bothering my friend, who is black, queer and has ADHD. I swear to god we spent the entire year asking for our coordinator to do something about it and all we got were excuses.

She would say is that he is autistic, lonely and needs friends to guide him. I was there with my undiagnosed autistic ass wanting to punch her.

My friend had evidence of the guy being racist and homophobic towards him, plus at least 10 girls had witnessed him being creepy towards them.

Yet my friend only managed to get a good response after talking to one of the few black coordinators. The guy didn’t even get that much of a punishment, they only moved him to another classroom.

Like I dont get how white autistic people get so many passes to be racist jackasses because ~*they just dont understand*~ and we have to hold their hands through understanding why saying slurs or dressing up as a nazi (ive seen this one first hand) is wrong but the minute a brown autistic person says "hey dont be racist" were accused of being ableist and get met with harassment like where is the patience for brown people on the spectrum answer quickly 🎤⏰

Acts of kindness

Today my teacher really struggled with my class. She has always been great, and is always very well prepared, and because it is a difficult subject, she always does her best to make sure that we learn something. But today was especially difficult and she got a lot of confused questions and a lot of sighs, but she really gave i 110 % in trying to help us. 

Personally I really enjoyed the class and understood so much more after class than before, so after class I went up to her and told her that. That she had really helped me understand, and then I thanked her. She got so happy, almost stunned, and with both her hands on her chest she said “Thank you, you made my day”. Which just made my day 1000 times better. 

My life got much better since I started giving out the compliments that were just sitting in my brain. 

I had a dream that the next episode of Supernatural was showing different AUs of Dean and Castiel to show us that they belong together.

In this dream-episode the best I got was that Dean got angry that someone flirted with Cas. Even in my literaly dreams this is the most romance I got. My god..

made an alt just to post songs 🙃 but it’s meaningful to me so why not

Today I broke 1,500 tracks in my Spotify master shuffle. To me, this is a big deal. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to listen to anything but classical or Christian musician, and it took me a long time to undo that conditioning and find music outside of those realms that resonated with me. Listening to songs I’ve never heard before is an act of autonomy for me. I’m aiming to reach 2,000 songs by the end of the year and am using this blog to share my faves with others.

Listen along with me :)

can confirm @subparcarrion sometimes becomes british and @ishankedurmom can move their scalp

but my friends can also testify that i am a trans man

i also forget im a trans man

i’ll just remember im afab randomly and go like “wuh?????”

its really weird like, wdym i dont have a sperm worm :(

My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.

“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:

“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.

“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.

“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.

“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”

“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.

so i was in science class trying to show my friend a drawing of my sona.

i have poor volume control.

so i said “hey !! slam dunk :D !” at a very raised volume and the class went SILENT, at least five people murmured “slam dunk” after i said it </3

My friend is a bit darker than I thought...

I’ve known my best friend since I was in 5th grade. Great person, super happy and colorful, but a bit easily spooked. My brother and I would always mess with her on camping trips, and this story is one of those times a couple of years ago. My brother was 9, my friend was 12, and I was 11.

~———~

I had told them a really creepy campfire story before bed, so they were still a bit jumpy. My friend was trying to sleep. It was dark out, so they couldn’t see much.

Brother, in a deep voice: Hey.

*She punched him*

(Now, this is the point where I need to make clear that I hadn’t told her about how I can heavily mod my voice. I was pretending to be asleep.)

Me, in a deep voice: Hey.

*Again, my brother got punched*

Brother: Hey! That wasn’t me!

Friend: Then who was it?

They looked at me, apparently sleeping.

When they looked away, I laughed faintly, and they both perked up in their sleeping bags, sweeping flashlights across the tent.

Friend & Brother: What the hell?

Friend, yelling at nothing: Ok, Satan. If you’re gonna kill us, get it over with!

(I proceeded to lose my shit at this, and blew my cover.)

Friend: Was that you?

Me, in a deep voice: .....Yeah.

*I got punched. Twice.*

As a very young child I used to have night terrors and wake the whole house with my screams. My Mom banned anything remotely scary after 5:30 and if something remotely scary played after this time the sibling responsible was the one to comfort me afterwards. While the night terrors have gone away I have always had an active imagination and have scared myself with the plot synopses of scary movies and watching documentaries about hauntings.

Now recently my eight year old niece ‘Chibi’ came home from school and told her mom that a fellow student told her something about a haunted or possessed doll in their house that was reportedly following them around wanting to hurt them. Chibi had a nightmare that night and it took her mom at least an hour to calm Chibi down enough to understand what was wrong and assure her that her dolls wouldn’t kill her. Chibi slept the rest of the night in her mom’s bed.

It also came out that other kids in school were teasing her for not watching scary movies that aren’t appropriate for children their age (PG-13 and R ratings in the USA).

Unpopular opinion but horror movies shouldn’t be advertised on apps/websites like Spotify where it is impossible to click them away

It’s not only that children use these but also that it really sucks for many people who are naturally frightened easily, have mental health issues/are not neurotypical

I don’t want to have to suffer through 30 seconds of scary noises and screaming and shit like that to be allowed to listen to music

My husband almost died because of his appendix, he thought he pulled a muscle getting out of a vehicle dropping him off as the pain started right as he got out. It wasn’t until he walked into a hospital emergency room days later because of the pain that he learned his situation was dire. A doctor took one look at him and knew immediately was wrong and within the hour he was having emergency surgery to remove it

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.