first week.

I met a person, a new person, a nice person, a person who seeks out my company, a person who likes me. I can't spell his name, but he's my friend, my new friend, my nice friend. He has tattoos, just a few. He used the word beautiful. He got beaten up this week by his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend. He takes the bus to school. He loves his siblings a lot, he showed me a picture of his little brother. Also, he talks a lot, but that's alright; I think we all need someone to listen.

I like college.

I want to learn things and meet people and grow into a beautiful deciduous tree, changing with the seasons, twisting branches, hidden bird's nests.

I want to be everyone's friend. I want to get to know everyone.