||• Thank you German, for apologising. It was a very mature and respectful thing to do. I was really upset about this earlier. I really felt like everyone was pointing their anger to me. I truly am sorry if you take my writing offensively. I honestly don't try to be mean to you. I guess we got off to a bad start. I just think you can be a bit mean to other people sometimes. I just feel compelled to defend the innocent... And I know it's not by place to do so. So, I'm sorry for that.
I've been really depressed lately. I recently moved an hour away from every one of my friends. I have moved so much in my life. No one understands how hard it is to be told "we'll live here in Las Vegas forever" and be dragged away from your friends 4 years later. Then to top it off, when I moved away from there, I moved across the country. To New York. I stayed there for two years, made amazing friends, and now I had to move an hour away from them.
I know you all don't want to hear some sob story, but if you want to know a huge reason for my depression, read forward.
I lived in Florida, and when I was two, I moved to New York. My Uncle was with a woman since I was 3 years old. That woman had a Daughter, Ashley, who was 1 year older than I. The moment I met her, my mom says we became best friends. At the time, we lived in New York. We saw each other all the time. When I was about five, my Uncle got married to the woman. When I was five, my family decided to move back to Florida. My Uncle followed. I grew up believing Ashley was my cousin. She was my best friend in the entire world. But my Uncle's marriage didn't last very long. By the time I was seven, they had a divorce. We moved from Florida to Henderson, Nevada. My uncle followed, without Ashley or her mother. It was heartbreaking for Ashley. She thought of him as her father, since she never saw her biological one. She doesn't know him to this day.
My Uncle had a deal with his ex wife. He has to pay child support, but Ashley comes to visit every summer until school. She also comes every year, alternating between Thanksgiving and Christmas. So, I never got to really see her. But I do remember, clear as day, that I counted the days until I would see we again. We played so many games. We played "cats", "wolves", "baby and mommy", "pet shop", everything! But I always cried when she had to leave. I remember she came with us for every Disney Land Vacation, too. No matter how Lin we didn't talk for though, we'd always pick up where we left off.
When I was going into fourth grade, I moved to Las Vegas Nevada. The house my parents said we would live in forever. I had everything I ever wanted... Except Ashley. In Sixth grade, when I turned 10 years old, I got my first cellphone. I didn't have it for a month befor it was taken away because of bad grades. Eventually, I got a new phone. But that was in the summer. I obtained Ashley's number and called her every day.
Before Seventh grade started, I was told that Ashley would be coming to live in Nevada... Perminently. She would live with my Uncle, who lived I. The neighbourhood next to us. I remember asking my mom if it was a "mean joke". I burst into tears, absolutely extatic that she would be living there. It was the best day ever. In the December of Seventh grade, she moved there. I saw her almost every day. It was a dream come true. I'd always wanted to go to school with her. We grew even closer together, strengthening the bond of two best friends. I slept over her house every weekend. Her house was practically my second home. As was mine to her.
Then, in January, she broke her leg. That was when we began to go home together. Either my Uncle's long time girlfriend(who lives with him then and now) would pick us up, or we would go to my house, driven by my mom.
At the end of the school year, I received the worst news I could possibly imagine. We were moving to New York. My best friend had just moved close to me, and I was moving away. I was absolutely heartbroken, and so was Ashley. We decided that everyday would be spent together, that summer. Until she had to visit her mother and baby sister at the end of June.
I rode my bike to her house all the time. She slept over my house weeks at a time. I slept over her house weeks at a time. There was barely a day I didn't see her. Before I moved, we made a promise. No matter how far apart we really were, there wouldn't be a day that went by that we didn't talk to each other. Never again would we let ourselves become so far away. Best feiends stick together until the end... She went to Florida a couple days before I moved. I moved on July 2nd.
The summer after 8th grade, she visited Nevada for a week and a half. We spent our days watching the older Pokemon episodes, fangirling over Misty and May, reading fan fictions, watching cliche horror movies, watching Adventure time, and reading too far into tv tropes.
Soon she had to leave though... And I cried for an hour. I miss her so much. I still talk to her everyday. I cry everytime I hear the Pokemon theme song.
The last time I saw her was at my grandmother's funeral. She was in town for about a week, but it wasn't an extremely happy time. We cried a lot. Our grandma meant a lot to us. It still comes as a shock to me that she's gone. One of the last things she said to my mom was "never forget me"... And we never will. I miss her all the time, and wish she was still around. She died in May...
I miss my cousin everyday to. I wish she was here with me...
So... That's why I've been depressed. I know it's a bit stupid, but you can't blame a girl for missing her best friend.
Thanks.
-Kishy ||•
I've been really depressed lately. I recently moved an hour away from every one of my friends. I have moved so much in my life. No one understands how hard it is to be told "we'll live here in Las Vegas forever" and be dragged away from your friends 4 years later. Then to top it off, when I moved away from there, I moved across the country. To New York. I stayed there for two years, made amazing friends, and now I had to move an hour away from them.
I know you all don't want to hear some sob story, but if you want to know a huge reason for my depression, read forward.
I lived in Florida, and when I was two, I moved to New York. My Uncle was with a woman since I was 3 years old. That woman had a Daughter, Ashley, who was 1 year older than I. The moment I met her, my mom says we became best friends. At the time, we lived in New York. We saw each other all the time. When I was about five, my Uncle got married to the woman. When I was five, my family decided to move back to Florida. My Uncle followed. I grew up believing Ashley was my cousin. She was my best friend in the entire world. But my Uncle's marriage didn't last very long. By the time I was seven, they had a divorce. We moved from Florida to Henderson, Nevada. My uncle followed, without Ashley or her mother. It was heartbreaking for Ashley. She thought of him as her father, since she never saw her biological one. She doesn't know him to this day.
My Uncle had a deal with his ex wife. He has to pay child support, but Ashley comes to visit every summer until school. She also comes every year, alternating between Thanksgiving and Christmas. So, I never got to really see her. But I do remember, clear as day, that I counted the days until I would see we again. We played so many games. We played "cats", "wolves", "baby and mommy", "pet shop", everything! But I always cried when she had to leave. I remember she came with us for every Disney Land Vacation, too. No matter how Lin we didn't talk for though, we'd always pick up where we left off.
When I was going into fourth grade, I moved to Las Vegas Nevada. The house my parents said we would live in forever. I had everything I ever wanted... Except Ashley. In Sixth grade, when I turned 10 years old, I got my first cellphone. I didn't have it for a month befor it was taken away because of bad grades. Eventually, I got a new phone. But that was in the summer. I obtained Ashley's number and called her every day.
Before Seventh grade started, I was told that Ashley would be coming to live in Nevada... Perminently. She would live with my Uncle, who lived I. The neighbourhood next to us. I remember asking my mom if it was a "mean joke". I burst into tears, absolutely extatic that she would be living there. It was the best day ever. In the December of Seventh grade, she moved there. I saw her almost every day. It was a dream come true. I'd always wanted to go to school with her. We grew even closer together, strengthening the bond of two best friends. I slept over her house every weekend. Her house was practically my second home. As was mine to her.
Then, in January, she broke her leg. That was when we began to go home together. Either my Uncle's long time girlfriend(who lives with him then and now) would pick us up, or we would go to my house, driven by my mom.
At the end of the school year, I received the worst news I could possibly imagine. We were moving to New York. My best friend had just moved close to me, and I was moving away. I was absolutely heartbroken, and so was Ashley. We decided that everyday would be spent together, that summer. Until she had to visit her mother and baby sister at the end of June.
I rode my bike to her house all the time. She slept over my house weeks at a time. I slept over her house weeks at a time. There was barely a day I didn't see her. Before I moved, we made a promise. No matter how far apart we really were, there wouldn't be a day that went by that we didn't talk to each other. Never again would we let ourselves become so far away. Best feiends stick together until the end... She went to Florida a couple days before I moved. I moved on July 2nd.
The summer after 8th grade, she visited Nevada for a week and a half. We spent our days watching the older Pokemon episodes, fangirling over Misty and May, reading fan fictions, watching cliche horror movies, watching Adventure time, and reading too far into tv tropes.
Soon she had to leave though... And I cried for an hour. I miss her so much. I still talk to her everyday. I cry everytime I hear the Pokemon theme song.
The last time I saw her was at my grandmother's funeral. She was in town for about a week, but it wasn't an extremely happy time. We cried a lot. Our grandma meant a lot to us. It still comes as a shock to me that she's gone. One of the last things she said to my mom was "never forget me"... And we never will. I miss her all the time, and wish she was still around. She died in May...
I miss my cousin everyday to. I wish she was here with me...
So... That's why I've been depressed. I know it's a bit stupid, but you can't blame a girl for missing her best friend.
Thanks.
-Kishy ||•
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