Why won’t you notice me? I cried. Fine, I cried beneath my glasses so you wouldn’t see my tears, but isn’t that your job? TO tell when I’m feeling down, even through my fake smiles and silliness. Why doesn’t anyone notice. I thought that maybe he did notice, because he came over and sat down next to me and asked why I wasn’t outside. But, no. He can’t see either. Am I that good of an actress? I can’t keep doing this every day, I can’t keep living to this lie. But I know that I have to. So until someone who notices comes along to help me, I just have to suck it up, and keep going. I still cry myself to sleep though.