Thirteen Reasons Why

by Jay Asher

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aura

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Why? 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.

They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of—and I quote—“the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white.” Seriously, that’s how they described it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien

needing an abortion. Another reason I hate poetry. Who says “orb” instead of “ball” or “sphere?” “Expose yourself,” they said. “Let us see your deepest and your darkest.” My deepest and my darkest? What are you, my gynecologist? Hannah.