Somtimes, I don't realy want to meet with my friend, so

My friend is dating a manager at where My friend is dating a manager at where she works, and I used to. She doesn't want people to know at work, but I went in and said I was so happy for her... and she got (understandably) p*****... even though no one heard, which I made sure of. Is this something that will blow over? Should I keep appologizing or back down and give her space?

My friend is dating a manager at where My friend is dating a manager at where she works, and I used ...

Dear Zac and i feel so sad... i know thay i cannot watch things like this and it just makes me feel bad. I wanna change things out there, do something to make everyone in the world happy, and it soubds so silly and i know this is impossible and thats why i aint supposed to see movies like Dear Zac, I'm really sad but i'm so dumb that i totally ignore it and i end up feeling like crap...

Dear Zac and i feel so sad... i know thay i cannot watch things like this and it just makes me feel...

I will begin by explaining the concept of what a tulpa is. A tulpa is sort of like an imaginary friend. Only you can see it, feel it, or hear it. Only difference is that it has its own conscience. It is more life like. Now let me tell you about Anna. She was my tulpa. I grew so attached to her that I had to get rid of her. I began to love her so much I was being pulled into a world of fantasy. Everyday seemed fake. I had to get out. I got rid of Anna but I still love her. I am trying everything now to bring her back. Not as a tulpa anymore, that isn't enough. I need her back as flesh and blood. I am dabbling in metaphysics, psionics, magicks, praying, wishing on every star. I know this will work. I can't lose hope. I just need some help from you guys. Please help me out. It would mean so much to me. Please, leave a comment. Let me know you are there for me. Give me hope. That's all I can ask for in this situation.

I will begin by explaining the concept of what a tulpa is. A tulpa is sort of like an imaginary frie...