Quotes About Crazy Friend Novels & Stories

" I told you. I think you're crazy, but a good crazy one. " That's all? And what about me being a nymph... " Oh, it's more of a joke, I don't have any prejudice about it, otherwise I wouldn't be a potential friend. I think you're free, that's how every woman should be. I feel a nice peace hearing that, and a little pride too. But, potential friend…? " That's it. That's how I feel too. I hate strings. I hate labels. And I'm happy to know that we can be friends. - I smile, sincerely, and drink some more of the juice.

I smiled confidently, trying to reassure her. She smiled back at me, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. “Of course, you always know what to do. You always happen to know what to do in every situation, no matter what it is.” She gave me a playful nudge. “But I hope it’s not something crazy, because you also have a record of doing things that are crazy,” she said, and I laughed. “Of course not. I’m just gonna make friends with her,” I said casually.

This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world. I am late; I am always late; I think I like the rush of being late. I am speeding like a crazy person to get to my appointment. I also like the thrill of driving too fast; I think I like everything that is a rush, everything that is too fast. I like anything that pumps the adrenaline into my veins. It is nearly as close as a mindblowing orgasm. My therapist tells me that I have an addictive personality, and I think he just might be right.

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

There's a hop in my steps,in spite of the hollow in my heart. Dhruv. Dhruv. Dhruv. "Oh shut up",I snap at free air, irritated. Maybe I should just hook up with a random guy. Yes. That's it. Maybe I should try the Friends with Benefits kind of thing. Don't be absurd, Sandy. When did Friends with benefits workout,for anyone? It doesn't even workout in movies. I glare at the file I'm reading,not absorbing a word.

“I am. My dream is one of a kind, that’s why I`m calm with the delay though it annoys me. I have a purpose for my dream after all.” “Do you have friends?” “I once did. But not anymore. To me, friends are bad influencers. All they know is to destroy one`s future claiming to be showing one a right path to take.” “What did they do or say to you?” “They told me that I`ll never achieve my dream because it`s just a fairy- tale, nothing more. What kind of friends are they? They should go to hell for all I care.” “But not all friends are bad influencers, ever thought of that?" he said, "You need a friend, one needs a friend. Someone with the same interests as yours.”

“Yeah, but Mystery is her crush. She is crazy about him.....you… in a very bad way, and it is messing her up mentally that her friend is with her dream man.” “That's ridiculous. You are defending this toxic behavior of hers?” I asked in disbelief. “Not like I’m not mad about how she is treating me, but she is the first close friend I ever had. It means everything to me. Please understand.”

"Think about it. My closest friends are Pete, multimillionaire celeb chef; Kieran, the second coming of Christ on the pitch with actual fuck films made about him; and Shane, who's a bit more all-powerful than God himself. And then I'm flogging my goddamned watches just to be able to afford a fake girlfriend." "Fiancée," she corrected. "And it's not the same." "It's the same. We're both the wild cards. The ones who took a wrong turn and didn't make it. But don't double down on one bad bet." I hated that I was sounding like an outraged aunt, but I just so happened to know from experience how going along where life took you could be dangerous. I bit my tongue. Don't waste more than you have to,

I’m not the type that keeps promises, I’m likely to break a promise a second after making it. That was what happened with Julia, I met her in college and we became best friends. You will be shocked to find out that I asked her to be my best friend. Things ended up as usual, she severed our friendship because of Casper, a guy who had a crush on me in college. Funny enough, I rarely have friends, the ones I thought were friends will always end up betraying me. If I can’t have real friends in a normal world, how can I make friends in an…abnormal world?

Trust me when I say that those four things are the only talent I have and if an award was to be given for any of them, I will sure as hell win it. Over the years, lots of people have tried and failed woefully at being friends with me. The thing is, I am a fucking freak. I am such a freak that a freak would avoid me in fear. I am such a freak that the freakiest person in this world would bow down and worship at her boss's feet…I am the boss of freaky people. I say the most random things and do the craziest things when you least expect. For example, in freshman year, I had just resumed in this school and I knew no one since we just moved to the city.