so glad we're such good friends in life that you meet me at the end of my classes to walk me to the next one. so glad that if I force a smile and say "I'm fine" you bring me into a hug because you know I'm not. so glad that we've told each other countless times that we've never been close to anyone like the way we're close to each other before, and that without the other, we would've just been a basket case, wandering around the hallways gaining stares and piercing whispers, more than usual at least. so glad that we can obsess over the same bands, the same ships, it's difficult to find someone that compatible in this wretched, snobby private