A Short Story about a girl who's best friend committed suicide. Very unconventional take on her reaction. May be slightly unsettling

Yeah, I guess I'm sad. I mean, of course I am. She was my best friend, and I'd be crazy not to miss her. But despite all that, although I've cried myself to sleep, I'm angry. There. I've said how I feel. Now I can leave this cold classroom with it's hard chairs and unforgiving florescent lights. But no, the psychologist said we should explain how we feel. He sat there, in casual clothes, his …

…me, never actually shared her feelings. I feel awful for the burning hatred I feel inside whenever I think of you now. You don't deserve it, no matter what you did, but nevertheless it's there, and no matter how hard I try, it will not go away. One day, when I am older and wiser, I might forgive you, I hope I will, but for now, you will find no peaceful rest in my heart.