Diana took her time and wondered why everything is like this for her, her whole life is practically a mess, everything just sucks, yet she's strong; she knows she is. She wanted to cry but couldn't find the tears, she wanted to scream, curse, do a let of things to let out the pain bubbling inside her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't, because the person who started all this, the person who took her mother and father from her, the person who hurts the innocent and made everything turns out so badly is probably enjoying himself somewhere right now.
That person, if he's the promiscuous type might be in the arms of a beautiful woman right now, and many more. She felt like if she cried, the person could see it and mock her, she felt like crying is the same as given in to the bastard expectations.
