Chances A single tear fell from her soft brown eyes down to her dejected face; it lingered past her cheek, and softly made it’s way to the crevice of her fully pouted lips, so she was able to taste its bitterness. She asked herself every night before she lay down and prays, “ How could love hurt so much?” She felt alone in this crazy world. The many supposed friends in her life added their own superficial happiness into her sorrowful solitude. She never accepted their meaningless lifestyle. They didn’t understand her, and so she remained an outcast, only brought into the conversation when they felt like being good Samaritans. They thought that putting her into their popular clique was their way