For the first time in a while… I don't want to wake up tomorrow. 

I don't mean that figuratively.

I don't mean I just want to pass away peacefully during the night... although I have thought about it. 

But I don't want to wake up tomorrow.

I don't want to have to go to school, to face those responsibilities. I don't. 

I don't, and yet holy shit I do.

I do because, God, I've missed you.

In the four days since I last saw you... I missed you.

To you, I might just be that kid you sit next to but to me, you're it.

You're the reason to keep waking up, because I love how you make me laugh.

I love how your obsessions just confuse me.

I love listening to what that bitch said last night.

Because as long as we're talking about how dare she, we're not talking about my problems. Because as long as I know that someone else has problems too, that I'm not the only one... suddenly I don't seem to have any problems.

And suddenly... I'm happy. If only for a second.