In 4th grade me & this kid abby were really good friends. The next year 5th grade I hated him he kept on following me where ever I went and was annoying as hell. In 6th grade I kind of hated him but towards the end of the year he was ok. Then 7th grade he was annoying. Then in 8th grade even worse. In the beginning of my 9th grade year I hated him but in the middle of that same year we became really good friends. Better friends than we were in the the 4th grade. Now this year my sofemore year he's like one of the few friends I can trust.
so if you're not lost by this story.. please answer this question does anyone have a similar story to this?

I had this friend I started out liking, but as I got to know her more, I began to feel really bothered by her. She was so self-centered, immature, pushy, and just plain dull. I began avoiding her and making excuses to why I couldn't talk to her. I haven't spoken to her in months and I really do not miss her.

It's nice that you two have finally become friends again. I doubt this person and I will ever be friends again. Not unless she decides to grow up at least.

Yes, minus the getting back to being friends. I'm not friends with any of those bitches anymore.

I think those are common types of come-and-go friends. They're just a part of your life. It's hard to explain.

I used to be friends with this girl since the 1st grade until by the 9th grade, I got totally tired of her. She was always so negative! When someone has a good day, she would easily crush it by reminding them about their bad days. When someone is trying to achieve something, she would always say "You will never do this because..." and when someone cries about something like getting an F on a test or someone dying or parents divorcing, she would say "Buck Up."

The last straw for me was when the 5th anniversary of my mother's death came up I remember crying my eyes out and being completely angry that I was only ten when she was killed. Here comes Little miss ray of sunshine telling me to get over it and she must have done something to tick my father off.

Let's just say that my former friend walked around bruised for two weeks. Years later, we never made up, saw her at our ten year h.s reunion last year and still wanted to punch her in the face.