H: You're like one of the most friendly person I've met. One minute, I feel like I know you. The next, it feels like you're stranger to me.
Me: May I ask why?
H: You make people believe that they really know you when they actually have no slight idea about you.
Me: I'm sad, sometimes.
H: You still don't like opening up?
Me: Honestly, I thought I didn't but I actually do but the sad thing is, no one bothers to ask because I look happy most of the time. Even the ones who are close to me just don't bother sometimes.
I like to curl into a ball. In this pitch black hole, where no one can find me or even have a slight trace of what I'm feeling.