Everyday in my senior year of high school we sat with a certain girl. We were not friends with her but we'd say high in the halls and she worked at Shoprite with me. She was just one of those girls who never stood out and I never paid much attention to her. I come home tonight, I'm talking to my best friend online, and all of a sudden she tells me that girl killed herself. I don't believe it. She was 19. I feel so bad. I should have been nicer to her. I shouldn't have been such a self absorbed bitch. I knew she had problems when she went off to college, but I didn't think it would be enough for her to end her life. I wish I would have just picked up the phone to call her, see how she was, even though we were never friends. She really didn't deserve the things that happened to her when she went away to school, and even though I know in my mind I had absolutely nothing to do with it, somehow, in a weird way, I feel partly responsible, like I should have done something to stop it. Like when I was sitting on the floor of the airport complaining about wanting to see my poodle there was a girl sitting in a room with a bag in her hand who thought it worthless to wake up the next day. I don't know. Wow.