Thirteen Reasons Why

by Jay Asher

Hannah, if you kissed back then like you kissed at the party, trust me, he liked it.

Because you never wore makeup, Hannah. You didn’t need it.

I hate what you did, Hannah. Will my life ever go where I want it to? You didn’t have to do it and I hate the fact that you did.

I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew. Someone I liked. I’m listening. But still, I’m too late.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you, Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered.

My deepest and my darkest? What are you, my gynecologist?

I won’t be around anymore . . . tomorrow.