In the end....everything matters.

Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?