I don’t know what to write about.

I made a friend. Online. I know; it’s supposedly dangerous but whatever. It is someone who needed a friend too at the moment. So, we are now friends. This friend writes as well. Beautiful poetry. Someone who drinks too much to forget the past. I don’t know his past, but do I have to? A good friend doesn’t have to know your life in detail. They just have to be there. And stay. And listen when the other vents. That “other” obviously is me ha ha. 

When I ask people for their favorite song it means I will put it on repeat all day till I understand why it’s their favorite. Well, my friend’s favorite song is Old Skin by Olafur Arnalds. And well… I don’t know. I feel like I am closer to them. Like I understand a tiny fraction of them. And it’s sad. Because I want to care a lot about them, but I don’t want to scare them away. I really want this friend to be my friend. To stay. And laugh with me and have long conversations with me about everything. Or nothing. But what I really appreciate about this friend, is honesty. Honesty and honesty and honest compassion. 

My favorite song of all time has to be How to Disappear completely by Radiohead. It starts off sweet and ends chaotic. I just love the feeling it gives me. I listen to it, and I want to float in air and turn into nothing. For a moment. And cry, but not because of sadness. Cry, just because. 

I dyed my hair brown again. I feel like I got a piece of me back. I still feel weird today…. I am not in need of reading. As if I don’t need a book to isolate myself from the world anymore. I don’t have to isolate myself, I can just ignore the stupid people and stupid things. That means the majority of the school. Of the town. Of home. 



Old Skin by Olafur Arnalds

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