redefining "heartache"

Pay no attention to the girl sitting at the back of the room, she's as worthless as she feels. It's only temporary. She'll get her act together eventually, pick up the pieces of the mask and be the person everyone remembers once more. Not this stranger with something so trivial as feelings. Not some emotional car wreck who's only wish is the possibility of attention or reciprocation. It's not bloody likely that he'll ever notice, but on the off-chance that he does, care. And she sits here and wonders why the hell does she even try? Why does she put up with it? There's so much more than meets the eye... and she's too scared to find out what the truth of the matter is.