I wrote a suicide note, just in case. I wrote a f/cking suicide note, and the worst part is, everyone thinks I'm okay and that I don't feel like this anymore. They think that I can take the glares in the hallway, that her comments don't get to me, well they do. Every single look, every word, everytime she pushes past me bumping her shoulder against mine just makes me feel so small. Sometimes I think that I would never have the strength to kill myself, but other times, when I really think about it, I know I could. It would be as simple as telling everyone I was going to sleep, they just wouldn't know how long. 
I'm determined to beat this, to beat her. But sometimes It just feels so impossible.