I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

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

I didn't feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (...) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over.

In the end....everything matters.

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!

Justin, honey, you were my very first kiss. My very first hand to hold. But you were nothing more than an average guy. And I don't say that to be mean- I don't. There was just something about you that made me need to be your girlfriend to this day I don't know exactly what that was. But it was there.. and it was amazingly strong. -Thirteen Reasons Why