But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

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

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

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.

Imagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only problem was, from day one, they weren't happy. Someone, whoever made that flyer, must have digitally turned their frowns upside down. They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of-and I quote- "the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white." Seriously, that's how they descibed it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien needing an abortion.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.