Everybody Ain't Your Friend Novels & Stories

<<7>> * Everybody has a dream, but not everyone is willing to put in the hard work and discipline required to achieve their dreams. * **** ----- Joseph ----- It's always said, the betrayal of a friend hurts more than a stranger's as you are never prepared for it. To think my lifelong friendship with Miranda all came down to this moment that I finally saw her true colors. Over the past few days I've been in doubt, not wanting to believe she's really guilty. But now, seeing the evidence right in front of my eyes, it hurts.

she said as she shook her head while making a pitiful sound. “Don’t worry, I’m a very good person and as such, I will tell you” she said as she got up and placed her feet on Nikki’s back. “Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer and one more thing, your friend’s friend is a friend but your friend’s enemy is also your enemy “ she said as she put her finger on her jaw. “But then Nikki, do you know that the quote doesn’t end there? It also goes, your enemy’s friend is also your enemy but then your enemy’s enemy, do you know what that person is? He is also your friend “ she said and burst into laughter as she let go of Nikki’s hair in such a harsh manner that it hit the floor hard.

"I want to be friends with you." -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Ooo things are gettin juiccyy Have a wonderful day guyss LOVE YA'LL 😘😘❤❤

With no one to share With no one who truly cares for me Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you, baby If I ain't got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, you, you Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you, baby If I ain't got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me, baby Said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing If I ain't got you with me, baby

well, more like acquaintances and fake friends, all types of random people I've needed to collect over the years. "Don't give me that pitiful look, Aiden. I have a lot of friends, just not anyone that would be willing to drop everything to come take care of me... because I don't form real friendships, just shallow ones for convenience. I'm a sad, lonely person and I've prioritized work and money over absolutely everything, even my real friends and my daughter," she continues, and when her eyes start to burn a hole into mine, I feel a tinge of something, "You'll end up in my shoes one day."

It wasn’t that he didn’t care or he didn’t want to help the poor old man; it was just simply easier to not get involved, y’know? Roy Shyam is the type of man to know a lot of people but not consider them friends. For example, formalities like friend group meet-ups, to him, are just friends of a friend; therefore, acquaintances, but it is still called a 'friend group meet-up' because calling it 'acquaintances' is just long.

Like only Kristoff and Lora truly understand who I am. “Well, you’re not wrong.” “Did you try to explain?” “I showed them, but they still don’t get it. I don’t try to please everyone. I just do whatever I want.” “Then I believe you’re just a regular person like everyone else. It’s just that the social standards of your friends are different. People make false assumptions about what they are not, whereas I believe each individual is unique.” “What a sensible statement. Thank you.” “You’re welcome, but what does that have to do with my question?”

To hell with any and everyone else. If I were the type to have a best friend, Erin would be mine for sure, but I’m not. Getting too close to anyone is something I just can’t do, because everyone takes off eventually; Or straight up dies on me. Not just my parents, literally everyone. A couple EX girlfriends with shitty intentions, backstabbing cocksuckers who only gave me the time of day for a little cash, you name it—I’ve seen it. Trust nobody, ever. It doesn’t end well.

The way he looked at me… in full disgust, “You’re a unique person. Don’t let a fucking uptight asshole put you down, he doesn’t know you. WE know you. And we’re your friends, especially me… right? Or am I not your friend?” “You are my friend, but only because you get paid a fortune to spend every single day with me,” I remind him, then I turn to Silo, “And you obviously don’t even like me that much. I already know for a fact I’m weird, I just want to know if you also think that I am.”

"No, she was a social worker." "What a beautiful profession." "Yeah, she was a truly beautiful person. Can I visit your clinic, Patricia, someday?" "But of course! It's always a pleasure when the clinic receives visitors and, as we call them, friends of AA." "What is that, AA friends?" "It's when people who go to meetings and are not dependent get involved with alcoholics, but they are not one. Many family members get involved in the struggle of their loved one and dependent, friends, relatives, and are called friends of AA."