#missing friends

[mothhauntedbyblame]

I don't have to see you right now

[brozone4life]

Missing Online Friends

I feel like I need to get this off my chest or else I'll feel worse.

I miss some of my old online friends that I had. I remember the good times I had with them and how much we encouraged and inspired each other with our art/writing when it comes to the Trolls fandom. I also enjoyed the conversations that I had with them.

But since they left two weeks ago, I have been feeling sad and heartbroken. I wish that they can come back, but I can understand that maybe they were in my life for a reason but had to leave at some point in my life. I wish that they couldn't leave the way that it happened, but I understand.

Then I woke up crying from a nightmare this morning. A nightmare of losing very close online friends. I'm scared. I'm scared of being rejected, alone, and feeling that I'll never be good enough or liked by anyone.

I know that it takes time to heal and mend bonds, but I miss how things used to be and I would do anything to go back there. But that's not how life works. You have to move on and move forward. Who knows, maybe some of my online friends will come back. But for now, I have doubts with a bit of faith though.

Thanks for letting me express my feelings and I love you guys so much.

-Kiyah

[thegenevaconventions]

Platonic heartbreak.

I miss you. Every day. Like a ghost that lingers in the corners of my mind. Like a song stuck between my ribs, like a bruise I press just to feel something.

We stayed up countless nights, laughter bubbling between us like champagne, spilling, sparkling, making the darkness bearable. Our sharp barbed words were love letters in disguise. Each insult a vow. each jab a reassurance. I see you. I hear you. I know you.

I’ve only seen you cry twice, but you let me fall apart a thousand times. Let my head rest on your shoulder like it belonged there. We were bound by more than blood, more than time, more than friendship. We were battle-worn soldiers, wounds still fresh, scars still aching, bodies stolen but spirits unbroken.

We lost ourselves in pleasure, but never in each others. We were not lovers, but god, we were more than friends. We sharpened our tongues until they were weapons, but only ever sparred, never maimed, never cut deep, except when we didn’t mean to.

You always said my name first, like a call, like a prayer, like an anchor. Like you wanted to make sure I was listening. And now?

Now your silence is deafening.

I grieve you as though you are dead, but I can’t speak the words out loud. Because you weren’t just in my life, you tangled yourself into it, knotted up in my mother’s heart.

woven into my sister’s eyes, she holds a grudge shaped like love. Maybe that was our ending written in ink before we ever knew.

They are angry for me. Outraged. Because you left like you were never here at all. Like love can just be packed away and carried out the door. I pretend. I nod. I agree. I let them think I’m angry. I let them think I don’t care.

But I do, and I can't tell you how much I do.

I wonder when you put on the hoodie I bought you, when you drive with the windows down, do the songs we sang still taste like summer?

Like freedom?

Like us?

You were my best friend. And I think about you every day. And I am happy. I swear, I am.

But this, this hurts.

I am waiting. Waiting for the day the memories feel like warmth instead of wounds. Waiting for the day the man I love doesn’t ask, what’s wrong? Waiting for the day I can answer without your name sitting on the edge of my tongue, without heartbreak sitting heavy in my chest.

I hope you are happy. I hope you wish me happiness too.

I hope—

I hope—

I hope.

[ribassstuff]

Homesickness is a real emotion, especially when you're chasing your dreams in a new city 💔🏙️

[drowning-in-pesticides]

I still miss you sometimes. The late night drives, 2000s music blasting in the car. Two monster in the cup holder and gummy bears in our laps. Talking about anything and everything.

And I still miss your home. Just sitting in the living room and talking to your parents. Staying over and eating dinner. Even taking left overs home, in Tupperware I promised I'd bring back.

And I'm still envious of the healthy home you have. Something I grew up without. An actual house, one with a garage. And a home where both parents love one another.

And I still miss our trips to target. Just goofing around the store, looking at clothes we'll never wear. And looking at toys and wanting to be kids again.

And I still miss you sometimes.

You were a certain type of warmth. Like the sun rising in the kitchen window. A silly mug full of hot coffe in hand and breakfast cooking on the stove.

You were a certain warmth that I lacked. One I enjoyed and even loved. I can't forgive you for the wrong you've done, but I do morn the light and childlike feeling I once had with you.

You were warm and sometimes I still miss you.

[eve-of-shadows]

I spent weeks crying missing home, and now that the day’s arrival is imminent I strangely don’t want to leave 😭 My bags are packed, we’ve had our last dinner together, and I feel so torn between the excitement of seeing my family and the sadness of leaving my friends, some of whom won’t return next semester. I didn’t think I’d get attached so quickly, but they truly made this semester as engaging and supportive as it was. Gonna miss those girls like crazy

[starryravenfriend]

Two of my friends invited me to do art and crafts and specifically to make a 2026 vision board with them this afternoon and I felt so disconnected from them ?

Most of their goals were about money or the way they look and losing weight or things to do at home "because going out is expensive" which is totally valid but I felt so stupid with my silly dream to look like a fairy and my goal to wander aimlessly in nature.

I miss having poor and queer and alt friends, we were all weird and creative together, it was nice