Rachel was different. That's what drew me toward her in the first place. She's wasn't pretty like Quinn...She was beautiful...in this unconventional kind of way. And the strange thing was: I know most people didn't see her as I did- if anything, they found her a little odd looking with her bigger than average nose and her cute plaid skirts and animal sweaters. For whatever dumb reason, I had always flattered myself that I was the only person in the world who completely appreciated everything about her. But I honestly don't think that that's true anymore. I realized that if I completely appreciated her, I would have noticed that she was depressed. I would have seen the pain in her eyes and the tears she shed when she was by herself. I would have known something was wrong, I would have stood up for her and defended her from all of the bullying. I loved her so much. But now that she's gone, I realized that I didn't even deserve to have her. She was so much better, and so much nicer too. Under that bossy and annoying personality everyone thinks of was a messed up insecure little girl who was tired of feeling alone. I know I could have stopped her. I'm so sorry, Rach. I love you so much. I hope you know that.