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To My Guy Best Friend, Thank You For Being My Shoulder To Cry On

Thank you for being you!


Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on when a boy breaks my heart. That means so much to me. Without you, I never could've fully understood what goes on in a guys head.

Thank you for taking me to get ice cream at 9 o'clock at night, knowing we had school the next day. Even though your truck wakes up the neighborhood, you'd still drive over to make sure I'm okay at three in the morning without any warning.

Thank you for letting me practice makeup on you, even though you'll never admit to letting me. You look great with sparkly pink eyeshadow and your eyebrows filled in, I promise. Also, you're welcome for plucking your eyebrows whenever they get bad.

Thank you for not getting mad when I pick on you and thank you for dishing it back. Just know that any time you cut your hair short, you're going to be bald, and your truck is always going to be a yee-haw truck, no matter how much you say it isn't.

Thank you for defending me countless times. I know you won't ever admit it, but you protect me just like I was a sister to you. I'll protect you too, just like I do with my brothers.

Thank you for cheering me up with stupid songs, for driving two hours to pick me up when I was upset, and for being you, and for randomly sending me snapchats where you're screaming "I love you" at the top of your lungs, so I never forget.

Thank you for taking prom pictures with me because neither of us had a date, but we refused to go with each other. They're some of my favorite pictures I have of us. They never fail to make me laugh because they describe our relationship so well.

Without you, there would be no moments at the table where you gang up on me with my mom to make me laugh, there would be no moments where we start fighting and I always lose because you pick me up and I can't stop you. There wouldn't be the moments where I find your truck parked around town and take it for a joy ride because I may or may not have a key.

Thank you for being my best friend. I wouldn't take back meeting you my freshman year, even though I would probably have a lot fewer bruises from the times that you beat me up because I think I'm strong enough to beat you. You get on my nerves, you frustrate me beyond belief, you annoy me by randomly meowing, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I know I annoy you too, but that's just what I do best. You'll always be one of my favorite people in life.

If you ever need help with a girl or just feel like talking to your favorite person ever, you know where to find me. I love you, Devi. Thank you for being you.

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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it


Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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How To Cope With A Best Friend Breakup

Breaking up with a boyfriend is one thing, but breaking up with your best friend is a whole new level of heartbreak.


We all know breakups can be tough, but when that breakup happens to be between you and your best friend, things reach a new level of heartbreak. I met my best friend junior year of high school after our Spanish teacher randomly assigned us to be partners; we struggled so much in that class but in the end, we truly became inseparable. When senior year rolled around we were still close as ever; people would often joke that we were sisters because we looked and acted so much alike. We would go on little dates together, go to parties together, and were always the first person we called when something "major happened."

When my best friend's boyfriend of four years cheated on her while we were spring breaking in Europe, it became my duty to make her feel better; I would randomly drop off flowers and little notes to her house, spend countless hours just listening to her cry and vent, and even stopped talking to people associated with her boyfriend so as to show my "support." All of these things were no big deal to me considering I loved this girl like a sister; whatever she needed I was there to give that to her.

Things soon took a sharp turn when we entered not only the same college but the same sorority. While I was struggling with the social aspect of FSU, my best friend soon found new best friends. When I started having major issues with my boyfriend, I would automatically text/call my best friend as she did with me, but instead of support, I got the sense that she was passive and uninterested. Our little dates and goofy inside jokes disappeared and reappeared between her and her new friends, and my comfortableness around her soon turned into insecurity.

Coming to terms with the fact that the girl I knew everything about is now basically a stranger was a hard one to overcome; I didn't want to accept the fact that my best friend decided it was time to find new ones. It's heartbreaking knowing that the special things you shared with a person are now being shared with others, and it's hard to accept the fact that you aren't wanted or needed by the one person you thought would be by your side forever.

Since school has ended I think I have accepted the fact that we're no longer what we used to be. Of course, it still stings when I see social media posts with her new, college friends, but I just have to remind myself that this is part of life and I just have to move on. I will forever cherish the memories I made with her, but it's time to acknowledge that they were made with someone in my past, not with someone in my present.

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