‎because If I Hadn't Been So Afraid

I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

When You Write A Book For Publication, You're Writing It For Other People To Read.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

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.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.