You don’t know what it’s like to attend your best friend's funeral before even graduating high school. You don't know what's it like for a normal boring Saturday to be transformed into a life-altering landmark. You don't know what it's like to hold her hand for the last time and pray for her to recover. You don't know what it's like to see her three little sisters struggling to comprehend that she took her life. Or to think that they might be too young to remember much of her in ten years. You don't know what it's like going back to school knowing that the people passing in the halls still have no idea that she could die. You don't know what it's like to not be surprised when she's declared dead the next day. Or the grief, regret, and loneliness of the months and years to come. Unless it happened, you have no idea.