When you want to talk to your best friend and tell them the good things that are happening in your life... But then you remember that you two aren't friends anymore; just strangers. That moment hurts.

It is your right to be nasty and my right to be ignorant.

We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts.

Sometimes
you meet people and know immediately
that they were meant to be your friend.

I would rather have 1 amazing best friend than 100 decent regular friends. It's not about quantity, it's about quality.

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.