Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

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.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.