My friend found a folder in my room containing questions and scribbles
I found her crying in my room with the papers all around her
"Am I sad?" "What's wrong with me?" "Just die" "They don't care" "Sick" "Are you okay?" "who cares if you die?" "Your life doesn't matter" "How aren't you dead?" "They Hate you"
She burnt them the next day, came to me, and hugged me
Everyday, she hugs me