As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

Even though I'm surrounded by pupils, there is the invisible screen screen between us, and behind the glass wall I am screaming - screaming in my own silence, screaming to be noticed, to be befriended, to be liked.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.