I Sat. And I Thought. And The

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.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.

‎because If I Hadn't Been So Afraid Of Everyone Else, I Might Have Told Hannah That Someone Cared. And Hannah Might Still Be Alive.

Watching Those Guys Pummel Each Other So No One Would Suspect Them Of Being Weak Was Too Much For Me. Their Reputations Were More Important Than Their Faces.