Knowing.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with.

~TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher

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Wanting.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with.

~Th1rteen R3asons Why by: Jay Asher

TH1RT3EN.

I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.

~TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher

Listening.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

~Thirteen Reasons Why by: Jay Asher

Everything.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.

~TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher

Struggling.

Maybe you’ve even discovered some connections that I haven’t. Maybe you’re one step ahead of the poet.
No, Hannah. I’m barely keeping up.

~TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher

Lonely.

While we were standing there, our backs against the door frame, drinks in hand, we couldn’t stop laughing.  And yet the loneliness I entered the party with came rushing back.  But I wasn’t alone I knew that. For the first time in a long time, I was connecting—connected—with another person from school. How in the world was I alone?
You weren’t. Hannah, I was there.
Because I wanted to be. That’s all I can say. Its all that makes sense to me. How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

-TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher

Fears.

I loved talking with you, Hannah.  It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.  You could have told me anything, Hannah. That night, nothing was off limits. I would’ve stayed till you opened up and let everything out, but you didn’t.  I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Somethings even I didn’t understand.

~TH1RTEEN R3ASONS WHY by: Jay Asher