because who else would tell me it’s okay to be crazy?
who else would tell me I’m perfect and I’m ugly?
who would ask me to dance for no reason in the music room?
who would share my food and let me steal theirs?
who would be my fellow starfish comrades?
who would argue about how ikea is pronounced?
who would have introduced me to greenday and all these amazing bands?
who would tell me I look like crap?
who would steal my first kiss by accident?
who would love me for me,
who would be my second family?