Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?

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

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

If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.

‎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.

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.