All You Really Have... Is Now.

I Repeat His Words In My Head. What's Going On? What's Going On? Oh, Well, Since You Asked, I Got A Bunch Of Tapes In The Mail Today From A Girl Who Killed Herself. Apparently, I Had Something To Do With It. I'm Not Sure What That Is, So I Was Wondering If I Could Borrow Your Walkman To Find Out. 'not Much,' I Say.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

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. And You? You Took That Hope Away. You Decided I Didn’t Deserve To Have It.

Teens In The '90s Had The Same Basic Desires As They Do Now.