"He has a different glow in his eyes," she said to her friend as he was commiting suicide.

I don't know how to explain my feelings. I feel so lonely, even though I have friends surrounding me. I want to cry so badly, even though there's always a smile on my face. My body never lets me portray my true feelings, and as much as I'm hurt, I never flinch at the pain inside, for the pain on the outside must be much greater.

If you hate me, why are you always staring at me? If you don't love me, how come a wince of pain rushes over your face every time you look at me?