The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.
Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.
That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?
Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.
I didn’t humiliate him by pointing it out because that’s not how you treat friends. You don’t judge them. You don’t humiliate them. I bet he’s been judging me all along.
Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you – just a tad – off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much – too tiring – and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
Then come to realize that you’re making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you’ve become. Sure, it may feel like you can’t get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.
Justin, honey, you were my very first kiss. My very first hand to hold. But you were nothing more than an average guy. And I don’t say that to be mean- I don’t. There was just something about you that made me need to be your girlfriend to this day I don’t know exactly what that was. But it was there... and it was amazingly strong. -Thirteen Reasons Why.
It’s your heart. No one else gets a say in that.
People think what they want. That’s what I’ve had to accept,” he says. “I can fight it, but that’s exhausting. I can feel hurt about it, but that’s torture. Or I can decide it’s their loss.
I don’t know how to fully enjoy any of these moments without wondering if it’s the last.
I wish I would die. I’ve thought those words many times. But it’s a hard thing to say out loud. It’s even scarier to feel you might mean it.
Forget logic... Logic doesn’t know what you want.
Why can’t you go back to playing princess?” “I never played princess.” “Are you kidding?” he says. “Whenever Heather’s mom took the two of you to the parade, you wore your fanciest dress, pretending to be the Winter Queen.” “Exactly!” I say. “Queen, not princess. You raised me better than that.
Sierra, it’s Christmastime. Put a stupid mistletoe over his head and kiss him already!
Unlike old age or cancer, no one anticipates a suicide.
It reminded me of innocence. And I wanted my first kiss to be just that. Innocent.
You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much – too tiring – and you consider letting go.
No one at school knows what I’m about to tell you. And it wasn’t really the class itself that played a part. Even if I never took Peer Communications, the outcome may very well have been the same. Or not. I guess that’s the point of it all. No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.
Now, the truth is the one you won’t forget.