You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”
“No
one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other
people. Often times, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the
same.”
“A lot of you cared, just not enough.”
“But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.”
“Like
driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel,
tossing you--just a tad--off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt,
but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to
drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so
little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle
becomes too much--too tiring--and you consider letting go. Allowing
tragedy...or whatever...to happen.”
“In
the end....everything matters.”
“I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.”
“Soul Alone by Hannah Baker
I meet your eyes
you don't even see me
You hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
Could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
Maybe we're not
I guess we'll never
know
My own mother
you carried me in you
Now you see nothing
but what I wear
People ask you
how I'm doing
You smile and nod
don't let it end
there
Put me
underneath God's sky and
know me
don't just see me with your eyes
Take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
See me
for my soul
alone”
“A lot of you cared, just not enough.”
“But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.”
“Like
driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel,
tossing you--just a tad--off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt,
but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to
drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so
little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle
becomes too much--too tiring--and you consider letting go. Allowing
tragedy...or whatever...to happen.”
“In
the end....everything matters.”“I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.”
“Soul Alone by Hannah Baker
I meet your eyes
you don't even see me
You hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
Could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
Maybe we're not
I guess we'll never
know
My own mother
you carried me in you
Now you see nothing
but what I wear
People ask you
how I'm doing
You smile and nod
don't let it end
there
Put me
underneath God's sky and
know me
don't just see me with your eyes
Take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
See me
for my soul
alone”
“Maybe
you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves
didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough
to go on,”
“And what about you—the rest of you— did you notice the scars you left behind?
No. Probably not.
Because most of them can’t be seen with the naked eye.”
“And what about you—the rest of you— did you notice the scars you left behind?
No. Probably not.
Because most of them can’t be seen with the naked eye.”


Loved that wheel and mud part. Amazing.
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