Personally, I never understood the power of having books written about your experience - whatever that experience may be - until I wrote one and started hearing from teens. I just got an email from a reader who said that "Thirteen Reasons Why" was the first time they had felt understood. A book shouldn't be anybody's first time feeling understood and that's where censorship bothers me. These books need to be out there.

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

‎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.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.