She thought no one cared. She thought her life was worthless, meaningless, and irrelevant. She thought of herself as nothing, merely a waste of space and everyone’s time. She would walk down the school hallways, her shoes clicking on the grey tile with every step she took, but not a single person would even look her way. She said she liked it better that way, she said she was fine; she lied. And I got to experience it all, all the pain and the tears, through her little black journal.