Tragedy that brings bitter laughter.

It's funny sometimes, how you can choose to wall yourself inside this crumbling shell of wanting to hate the outside world. Even when your close friends who know you better than you'd like to admit surround you while you cry, trying to hug the choking feeling of loneliness out of you without knowing just how much it means to you to be touched by them, thought of. To be read so easily when you feel that you were words on a page lost in the book of life; written in invisible ink, rained on, dripping away under the black light of your own misery.