Do I have a label on my head? This girl is disposable. This girl is invisible.

This girl is worthless. Walk through her. Bulldoze through her.

Rip her apart like Kleenex.

How many people have treated me badly my whole life because they thought they had more value than me? Corinne is just the latest. Susan...I'd like to believe her when she said she didn't know it was all to hurt me, but...she's a part of it, too, isn't she. I've been quiet and shy, but I've been good, and I don't hurt people, and I never ask for anything, and yet this happens over and over again.

You think it wouldn't hurt like this anymore. When my father's been doing this my whole life: not listening to me. Acting like he knows better, even when I hurt. Right for him is right for me.

I have a sparkling tiara on my bedside table now, and it glitters like a faraway star. I used to wish on stars for things, but all of my wishes were for him. I never wished for a first kiss or a boyfriend, like the other girls did. I wished for good grades for Dad. I wished that Dad would be happy. I wished that Dad would be happy with me. Even my dreams belong to him.

But I have a crown now that says that sometimes, you can flip it all upside down. Maybe this isn't a symbol of one crazy night. Maybe it's the first star of my own.