It's Nothing. A School Project. My Go-to

‎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.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

Because I've Heard So Many Stories That I Don't Know Which One Is The Most Popular. But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.