Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

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.

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

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

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