Nyeh.
My friend and I used to be inseparable. We loved all the same things, and had a sleepover every month.
Then we started growing up, and it seemed to me that she mostly stayed the same, while I moved on to new books, new music. We were still good friends.
Then she got stuck in a 'vamprie romance novel' phase, and I did too, for about three weeks. It's just not my thing. And when I sat back and looked at things, I couldn't see much that we had in common anymore. I didn't feel like part of her world, and we started drifting apart. Or at least, I did.
Then she moved to a new town and started at public school. She made a ton of new friends and had a new boyfriend pratically every two weeks. We had next to no contact, so I assumed the close friendship was done with. I realized it more when my other friend confessed that she didn't like the first girl anymore. The first girl was, essentially, still stuck in elementary school, and didn't like a lot of the things me and my bestie do. Her books were different, her music was different, her entire attitude clashed with ours. While we're generally laid-back and don't give a crap about being PC and kid-friendly, she's... the exact opposite. I'm not sure why we're still friends.
And my mom doesn't seem to see things the way I do. Yes, I know that her not being near me every day isn't a good reason to stop being her friend. But I think that not knowing who she is anymore is a pretty good one. I don't think she knows who sixteen-year-old Shida is, either, just fourteen-year-old. She doesn't know that I'm into steampunk and like My Little Pony and that I can't stand vampires and historical novels and romance and that I'm asexual, not straight, and that I want to go to Liberty and major in language and study abroad for a year and... a lot of things.
And I'm too nice to try to tell her that I don't want to be her friend anymore. She considered suicide once, and later told me that she didn't go through with it because I'm such a good friend. And every time I remember that I feel guilty for not liking her anymore.
Being a teen sucks some nights.