Have you ever had one of those memories triggered by smell? I had one today. As I was walking down the hallway at school, I smelled this herbal perfume. It reminded me of a feeling more than anything else, this sad feeling, like someone I loved had abandoned me, or died. It really was depressing. So what do I do? Come home and Re-read about the death of Sirius Black. If he had to die, I guess it was a good death for him- dying for someone he loved, but it still makes me want to cry. It still makes me feel alone. Like a small child that has lost her parents, or like someone who has awaken with no memory of living or loving. I suppose that it is natural for someone of my age to feel this way. Really, all I want right now is a hug, to be loved. I am always the strong one, the one friends come to for help, or always the one sticking up for everyone else. I am so tired of it. I want to be the one that is hugged, and loved, and given advice. For once, I do not want anyone's emotions or troubles but my own. I want to be selfish and kick this noble I-am-a-great-friend habit. But you know what? I won't. tommorow, I will go to school with a masked smile on my face and no one will know that I really want to cry inside.