Books live at my house. They go from room to room and lounge on various pieces of furniture. They go to work and to the store with us. They sit at the kitchen table. They ride in the car and fly in planes with us. They live with us and pay rent in fantasy.
i know it’s hard, but your peace is more important than trying to figure out why something happened the way it did - try your best to breathe deep, let go, and focus on right now; you can’t change the past, but you can make beautiful moments now instead of letting them pass by
Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended.
