Lemme describe it some more. Imagine some beautiful girl who's always polite, always kind, and who always works hard. Yknow? I knew someone like that in highschool. In year11 I hated the world and didn't even want to talk to my friends. I instead just went to the librRary to read book and study. I was constantly in a bad mood but didn't know it.
But she did. Every day she was in the library, and every day shed smile at me and say hello. I'd always just look back at her sordidly and go back to whatever I was doing. She tried to cheer me up but my soul was so ugly I didn't even notice it, didn't even appreciate her. Argh! I'm sorry!!! I'm so sorry!!!!!!!!