Why me?

When I arrived at the apartment I sat on my bed think about what had just happened. I had to find a way to tell my parents and my sister. How would I cope with what happened? (The next day) My name is Kara and I am a college student trying to become a doctor. I don't want to become a doctor but it's my moms dream. And whatever my mom wants I am forced to become. But it's no big deal right? I have two "friends" I wouldn't necessarily call them real friends because they are always talking trash behind my back. Today they asked me something that would change my life drastically. Sharon one of my "friends" said "I don't even get it why do rich people say the are depressed when they have everything. I bet they just want attention!right Kara" i thought about the question for a few seconds and answered "yeah totally" before they got suspicious. In my head I was thinking that they were right I have everything I can't be depresses. I have parents that I think care about me, I am rich, I am pretty, and there are so many guys who want me. I can't be depressed with such a great life. Right? The whole day I couldn't stop thinking about the question Sharon asked me. It's like that sentence was haunting me and was satisfied with the pain it was bringing upon me.