No one helped me. No one. No one saw through my mask of happiness. No one. A lot of people seem to act like I'm not there, like I'm invisible. It hurts me. My friends, I love them, but I don't know if they're faking on being my friend. It all started in 5th grade. Girls, rumors, gossip, and depression. Those are the things that caused me into this state. Teachers ignored me. No encouraging smiles. I started to fight more with my mom more. 5th grade ended. 6th grade started and no more bullying. 6th grade was slightly better, just a little more loneliness and depression. I started thinking about sucide.I been ignored a little bit too much. It's obvious that everyone loves my sister, little miss perfect. I been thrown out like an old toy. At school, I'm too quiet, teachers even ignore me.