Novel & Cerita Just Friends Be Yourself

"You'll convince yourself you're supposed to figure everything out alone." His voice softened. "A real friend notices." "They help anyway." I felt my eyes sting. Jason wasn't talking only about me. He was talking about us. Our family. Marcus. Pamela. Adrian. Emory. Everyone who had stood beside us. A little girl raised her hand. "What if I don't have any friends?" Jason smiled gently. "Then start with one." She tilted her head. "How?" He thought for a moment. "Be curious." "Be kind."

She narrowed her eyes in a daze before she suddenly shook her head hastily. “I have a few friends and colleagues, Dad, and I know anybody can hate me and do that to me. But the only people I’m seeing, for now, are Rose and Cindy, and they can never do that to me,” She said confidently. She trusts her best friends so much, so she would rather stay with them for the time being.

I heard my Mom shouted from downstairs. I quickly grabbed my comb before trying to fix my messy hair. It didn’t do. So, to make the long story short, I picked up a scrunchies and tied it in my hair. I looked at the mirror, not bothering to put a powder on my face or anything. I’m fine with my looks. I’m contented and happy for who I am, and I believe that that’s already enough. And that is what makes my manual’s rule number two: “Be yourself. Love your looks.”

"Oh dear, why are you so harsh on yourself?" "I am not mom! I'm just being truthful." I wore one before, but I ended up being bullied. I kind of forgot though, or better yet, I pushed myself to erase those unwanted memories. "Believe me my dear you are beautiful! You just have to unleash that!" "Mom, what for? I have made some friends in Canada just by being me, for sure there will be some who'll accept me as I am here in our country, and I hope you're the first one to."

“I’ve figured you out. I know you have a good heart despite your imperfections. To answer you, yes, I am.” “Wow. Don’t you think that, with a picture like this, people might judge you? They might say you’re not a virgin anymore because of how you look.” “What people say doesn’t matter, Blue. As long as you know who you are and you’re not stepping on anyone, their assumptions won’t matter. In this world, no matter what you wear—be it a jacket, formal attire, or a bikini—people will always have something to say.” “Wow! I like you. You’re brave, loyal, and true,” Blue said, offering his hand. “Can we be friends?”

famous" life is? Full of fake friends, people who only want me so they can have access to these private huge ass parties, so they can get free tickets from me to some stupid game, so I can hook them up with famous people, so they can milk my money from meee.. it was like that until I actually made a true friend in YOU, you who didn't care about my money and my status.. who just wanted me for me and I could joke about anything with you. I could literally mess up a sentence and you wouldn't judge me coz you are not expecting me to be perfect all the time.. with you I can mess up anyhow and be however without worrying that you'll stupidly talk to the press for money or even sell some lie story

"Would you stop lying to yourself and just try giving him a chance. He's a really great young man once you get to know him." "Jassy, we're just friends. I said that before and I'll say it again. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Friends." "I can tell you're guarded and your walls are built, but you just might push that guy away from you for good." "And, so what?" "Okay, Zenia. Let's just hope you don't eat your words." She walked away and I watched the back of her head until she approached her fiance. I turned in the direction of the bar, removed my heels, and walked up to the kind-faced bartender for a glass of wine. As I drank my glass, I felt the bass of the music causing an effect on my hip so I began shak

She even smiled, hopeful, annoying, and cute all at once. I shook my head in disbelief. “Seriously? If you want to be slim and fit, do it for yourself. Not because of what someone else wants, especially not a guy who barely looks in your direction.” She raised a brow. “Tell me… are you even my friend?” “I’m telling you this exactly because I’m your friend.” Her expression shifted, as if she had more to say, but then she didn’t. She and I… we’re best friends. And we’re honest with each other, brutally honest if needed. We say things even if they sting because it opens our eyes, just like now.

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.

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