"I guess we're both the same after all." She pocketed her phone. "I may have a lot of friends surrounding me, buy I only trust one person, my best friend. She is the only person who knows me inside out.
"I don't think so. We're different. Not many live your life. And I don't live your life."
"Trust me, it ain't easy." She walked towards the window and stared outside. "There were times when I feel like giving up, like ending my own life."
"Because you are too confidence that you can buy everything." I turned back her words.
"No, it's because I feel so lonely. Even though I'm surrounded by people, I still feel alone." She looked straight blankly.
"What people give is just fake respect. They want you to be perfect. They don't want you to make mistakes.
"I hate it." She gritted het teeth. "I can't even express myself. I'm tired of acting all cool and perfect. I just want to be me actually." She gazed down.
"But you've chosen your way. It's like you're trapped and no escape."
"I know. I chose this way. I wanted to become strong and protect myself." She fisted her hand.
"But you're weak inside." I tried to make some assumption or even it was more like a conclusion.
She glared at me. "Who are you calling weak?"
