i love when people relate to me.

when i say i hate school and they tell me they hate it too. for whatever reason.

maybe they hate waking up early.

I just hate order.

i hate being lonely, and wandering the halls, and realizing i forgot how many friends i don’t have.

i love when people relate to me.

and they say they don’t have friends either,

but they don’t suggest being friends with me.

i want to be alone with someone,

where we both sit there

eyes looking at eyes

soaking up the feeling

of knowing i can talk if i need to.

but not needing to talk to survive.