I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.