He's surrounded by his friends at the table and yet he can't help but to feel so alone. Everyone is so happy and hell even he's happy for them, but all that runs through his mind is "When do I get my turn at being happy?" It hurts knowing that everybody around him has life going great at the moment and he has to put on his happy face in front of them all. Is it wrong that all he wants to do is break down? Is it wrong that he wants them to comfort him? The sad part is he will never tell them his problems. Its killing him slowly and no one even notices. Imagine the worst pain you've ever felt and multiply it tenfold. Its literal hell for him. That's not even the worst part about it. What is is that this... this is just during lunch.
