Whatever happens, keep moving. Get through it. Choose to live. ‘Cause even on the worst day, there are people who love you. There’s new music waiting for you to hear, something you haven’t seen before that will blow your mind in the best way. Even on the worst day, life is a pretty spectacular thing.
Hannah Baker came into my life at the end of one summer like a star that fell to Earth. Like nothing I had seen, like no one I had ever met. She was funny, and smart, and moody, and maddening, and beautiful. And I loved her. I loved her so much. And I ask her every day why she did what she did. But I get no answers. She took those with her when she went. Leaving me, all of us, angry, empty, confused. And I know that hurt won’t ever go away. But there will come a day when I don’t feel it every minute. And the anger won’t be so hot, and the other feelings will fade, and I’ll be left with only love. A good friend once said to me, “I can love you and still let you go.” So, Hannah, I love you, and I let you go. I will miss you. And I hope that wherever you go next, you feel peace, you feel safe in a way that you never did here. Wherever you go next, I hope you know that I love you.
When I listen to the tapes… I want to see her in school tomorrow. I want to eat Mike and Ikes out of the box with her at the Crestmont. I want to dance with her again, and kiss her… when I should have kissed her. But I can’t.[about Hannah]
It has to get better. The way we treat each other and look out for each other. It has to get better somehow.[to Kevin]
The way anxiety works, it builds on itself. It just grows all on its own until it’s out of control and you try anything you can to stop it.
Ancient history is somehow present tense. Everything is ending, but nothing is over. And none of us knows how to make sense of the jumble of things that happened.