Novel & Cerita Just Friends Be Yourself

He said and looked down, I held his hand and spoke again. “Then make it right, choose what will make you happy. We live in this world not to be someone else that we’re not, so, be yourself.” I said. “How…how will I say it to them?” He said and looked at the house where we can see from here our other friends.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou

I typed, “ Point. You need to tell her about your real self, Ethane. I mean if you really like her and want things to be better than before, you have to make a move.” “ I know but the thing is, she hates violence and blood.” I typed, “ Every woman does.” He texted back,

“Look, I know what it is like to be someone’s third or fourth choice. I know what it is like when people are too busy for you. I live that way every day! What I won’t do is let me become your second or third choice. I would rather you not chose me at all then. So go. Go with your friends. Go make your peace with them and move on. Take everything with you when you leave. I don’t want any of it here anymore.” “You’re not that.” He said. “You are the only one I chose. I made a mistake.”

Nishi said in a cheerful tone. “If you want to be like me. Then don't take words to heart from those who look down at you. If they don't respect you, it means they don't deserve your respect as well. Just be yourself, you don't need to change for anyone.” Queen said in a soft tone. "Make friends with those who are happy to see you smile. Not those who are happy to see you cry." Queen said while patting Nishi lovingly on the head. "Like you chose Uncle Jack as your friend. Uncle Jack is always happy to see you happy." Nishi said in a cheerful tone.

“This isn’t a PR move. This isn’t for likes. This is for the kid who’s watching this at 2 a.m. with their hand over their mouth, wondering if they’re going to be okay. If they’ll still be loved after the truth.” I leaned closer. “You will. Even if it gets hard. Even if people leave. Even if you don’t have the right words yet. You’ll still be you. And that is enough.” I smiled, soft and small. “I don’t know what happens next. I’m scared as hell. But I’m not hiding anymore.” One last pause. “Be kind to each other. Be kind to yourself.” I pressed stop. And exhaled like I’d just come up from underwater.

"Now, I'm not very good at this, but I know that acquiring my self-esteem required effort. I won't let anyone look down on me, and I have to fight for myself as I move forward. It didn't happen overnight, so the first step is accepting that you're ready to quit your pathetic life as a follower and underling." She stared at me in surprise. "Hmm, Becca?" she asked quietly, barely audible. "Yes?" "I'm gay," she admitted, looking at me for confirmation. "I know, and you don't have to look at me for confirmation," I told her. "I don't care," I added, swaying my hips to the music. "Are you still willing to be my best friend now that you know I'm gay?" she asked.

We both burst out laughing because it's true; I've never worn makeup on my face except for a baby pink lipstick because I adore that pink shade. We left for our destination once she had finished with all of those unimportant things. ..... We took pictures with our few friends and classmates after the ostensibly boring ceremony. "I know, he likes you," Vic stated flatly. "Come on Vic, he's just a friend of mine like you," I replied, blushing slightly because I knew it was true, he has feelings for me, and I like him a little bit as well. After all, he was my first male friend, so he was particularly close to me.