When I was entering high school, a girl harassed me one night. It was only one night, but the things she said to me were traumatizing to hear. The school did nothing about it. I became very depressed. I wanted to end my life. But there was one thing that kept me going; my crush. I didn't see my crush often; maybe every three or four months. But I was so insanely in love with him. Looking back at it now, he didn't like me, but it was obvious he felt kind of bad for me because people picked on me a lot. If it weren't for him, I would've ended my life.