I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

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.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

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

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.