Today she stormed out of the lunch room crying; I'm scared. It's 10 and I can't stop thinking about her. Maybe I should text her, maybe I should call her. No, my friends wouldn't like that. But what if she hurts herself, well I guess its not my responsibility. But she needs someone, she has no one. Yeah, maybe I'll text her tomorrow. We'll talk like old times. Maybe she'll even open up to me, maybe she'll want to talk in person. No, she hates me now. She hates the world now.
