Look At Me

H...hello?

She avoided me, and I avoided her. I knew what I had done was enough to scare her off. I never meant to do it or for any of this to happen. All I ever wanted was to be her friend. It sounds stupid to mourn over this; to mourn over some mistake I made and some friend I threw away.
I have noticed something though. I feel as though when no one saw, she was sad or pained. Maybe that's just me, but her face tells it all. Maybe she's hiding something about her life, and that's okay. Sometimes I wonder if she's just as broken as I am. Well, maybe not as much as me, but if she feels broken somehow. If I probably would've just gone up to her and talked to her like a normal person, everything would be okay. Maybe I'd get the chance to ask her how she's feeling. But then again, that's all in my head.
When I go back to the hellhole I call school, will she change? I think not, but I have hope, but not to high for I don't want to be disappointed. Life is a game we all must play. For me it's filled with lots of dismay.