It’s weird, how the world works. Weird, how you can be surrounded by people, but be forever alone. My schoolmates see only a facade they choose to believe is the truth. My parents know me not at all. The only emotion I am capable of anymore is a bitter mixture of fear and longing; fear of truly loosing the only person I’ve ever cared about; longing for someone who can actually know me. The only thing I really think about is what I would do if something were to happen to her. A thought of her eventually leads to a thought of her dying. A thought of her dying leads to a thought of dying myself.