It is now that I realise my 'Friends' really are out of reach. They've turned their backs on me, just like they promised that they wouldn't. I sat where we usually sit but straight when I put my things down they move away. It's me isn't it. I move back beginning to break into tears but Deborah supports and so I stopped.
"You're Strong being able to stop those tears flowing" she says but I know the truth, I'm weak, I'm extremely fragile. I'm not strong or fearless like everyone says. I'm basically the opposite. I hate to show my actual emotions. I'm more scared than you can think of. Every night I cry into an empty darkness. Each tear drops into an endless black.