Personal Narrative Essay: The Ideas Of A Friend

She called me her friend a lot, which always made me feel guilty for not doing the same. We’d actually been friends for a time, and then it was just easier to say we were friends instead of actually saying that we had almost nothing in common and made each other uncomfortable. I think that’s because the familiar is easy enough and I didn’t want to put any effort into saying anything that might make her upset.
Sure, I was called for help a few times, I stayed up telling her that everything would look better in the morning, hugged her when she cried about things that neither of us remember now. But our friendship, if that’s what it was, was just her talking to me when she had no one else.
Looking back, I don’t really know how we were ever friends. It was before we were teenagers, so maybe we had some connection then, but by high school, we had very different ideas of a fun time. She didn’t think I …show more content…
It was a very pretty night, the lights were beautiful and snow was falling. My phone lit up on the table showing a few messages, and I apologized before looking at them. They weren’t particularly interesting, they were from a friend who asked if I’d talked to her recently. I said not really, no. They were worried about her, something happened. Something that they didn’t know much about, so they didn’t say much more than “You should talk to her”. I didn’t think much of it, it had happened before.
So I didn’t talk to her. I let it go, I lived in my own bubble, while she was lying in a hospital, scared and alone. I didn’t care what happened. She had friends, I could just be around other people like me, not better people, but different. My companion and I departed the tower and went to the cinema, and forgot our lives for a few hours. It was something I did a lot, it was my own drug, though it wasn’t harmful to myself or anyone