better m.t

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Many people say that being in a quiet room can drive you insane. Many claim that being alone can drive you insane. Many people like being surrounded by their peers.

Me, on the other hand, I'm a part of the minority. The minority who didn't mind being alone.

I was used to it anyway.

Growing up, I never had my parents around. The only adults who filled that gap were my neighbors.

They moved away years ago, only to return. Their son being the only reason for their return. I didn't know what I had to say to them.

I wasn't mad at them because they left. It wasn't their responsibility to be my 'parents'. And I didn't want to be a burden.

So when they did move away, I felt like I was the weight, being lifted off their shoulders. Like how some might say.. 'setting them free'.

My friends were outgoing, unlike me. I had put up this barrier between myself and the human race.

I didn't let anyone in. Not because I was a pessimistic bastard. But because, no one really bothered trying to knock, said barrier down.

I barely spoke when I was around them. They had ask me why. And I simply changed the topic, making them engage in a conversation about that. While I took this opportunity to be quiet once more.

I preferred to be quiet. I didn't have to worry about anyone hurting me. I didn't have to worry about hurting anyone either.

I liked it this way.

I guess you can say it's a safety mechanism, even though I wasn't in danger of anything.

Silence, kept me sane. I liked the quiet. More than I liked people.

I preferred to be alone with music as I closed my eyes to rest my mind.

I believed that being alone gave me the opportunity to get things off my mind. To run away from my problems.

I didn't have to express my thoughts. I didn't need to at least. I was happy with that.

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RIIIINNG RIIIIIING

I reached over and grabbed my phone off my nightstand, turning off all the alarms I set the night before. Pulling the covers off me, I stood up and made my way to my bathroom with a towel in hand.

I didn't enjoy showers in the morning. Mainly because I had think hair and it took thrice as long for it to dry. I sighed as the water hit me, the cold temperatures waking me up instantly.

After the lathering and rinsing, I got out of the shower, drying myself down before I went over to my closet. I picked out a pair of black boyfriend jeans and an oversized pastel purple hoodie.

I preferred dressing comfortable for school, it made moving around less of an inconvenience.

I shoved my books that were on my study table, into my backpack and put it over my shoulder. I grabbed my phone and earpiece and I was out the door.

You guessed it, no breakfast. No parents waiting with food ready for my consumption. No parents insisting that I should eat before I leave.

They had already left. Both of them had irregular schedules. This meant that they could be called off to work at 4 in the morning and they'd be off. No questions asked.

At first, I was a little upset. Not having my parents around made me feel unwanted and irrelevant. I grew up eventually knowing that that wasn't true. They simply thought their jobs were way more important than I was.