Sunday, January 25, 2009
A couple of years ago, while I was still enduring junior high, I decided to take a stand against one of my best friends. She and I would fight almost everyday, and she would say extremely hurtful comments abut me. She told me that I was fat and that I had no real friends. After we had gotten over many arguments, my friend decided to start drinking, smoking, and engaging in other harmful activities. She kept trying to persuade me that there was nothing wrong with the activities she was doing, but I did not agree. I told her that she was wrong and that she was going to ruin her life. As my friend kept bad mouthing me and ruining her life, I decided I had to take a stand. I walked up to her one day and declared our friendship over. The conversation turned into a full blown yelling match as I voiced my opinion about what she was doing to her life and mine. I screamed at her until my face turned blue to stop ruining my life, to stop saying bad comments abut me, and most importantly to stop trying to make me do activities against my will. My old best friend and I are no longer friends, but I bettered my life by deciding to finally take a stand.