With the movie rights already sold to Universal Studios (on February 8, 2011) and casting finished, the impact of Thirteen Reasons Why is primed to reach a much wider audience. I, for one, look forward to seeing some positive changes in the world as these characters touch the lives of moviegoers and readers alike. But I shudder to think of the potential fallout that is possible from those who refuse to see teen suicide as a problem.

I never sleep.
I mean it. Really. It is not insomnia or something of that kind. No. I just don’t want to sleep. Seriously, what’s the point in sleeping? You sleep – you peddle away your time. I’m better than that.

“You don’t even like him!” Cathy screamed when she was leaving my room. Which is not strictly true. At least the fact that she was leaving my room. She was rather storming out of it.

When lost yourself, find again. Can you?
When memories fail, make some new. Will you?
When left alone, don’t feel sad. Simple?

When life’s not yours, what to do? Change it?

Just one more day and you will do it.
Just give me time, you keep telling.
Don’t leave me alone, I need you.
Just one more life…We will change it.

Will is getting married in three days. But he cannot stop chatting with Alice. And he simply cannot tell his fiancée about Alice. Especially the fact that Alice is in NO way like any other woman he’d known… or any human being for that matter

I want to be somewhere I am not,
I want to run some place I don’t know,
I want to sleep in peace and have no dreams,
I want to vent my grief in a torrent of tears.

She was just sixteen when I was born,
She was not a child then anymore.
She felt old enough to take decisions
But her mom and dad had other vision.

The fish escaped;
the bird didn’t give up.
The fish went deeper;
away from the poking beak of the bird.

It does not matter now, she thought. Nothing does. She will close her eyes and everything will disappear. The world. The tears. The pain. That was what she hoped for, that was what she believed in, that was what she had never tried before.

She walked to St. Mary Magdalene’s clutching a tan trench coat around her body. It was the coat he had given her just two nights prior to his death and far too big for her lithe frame.

Tabitha creased her sweater once again and wiped her tears. She didn’t want him to know she’d been crying. He’d hate that.
Her eyes searched for that familiar face in the crowd that descended from the escalator. Must be any minute now.

They met in a formal dinner. She was nervous. He was sweet. They both led very busy lives with very demanding careers. He managed to make quite an impression, until he took her to the middle of the floor, and asked her to dance the chicken dance with him.

“Alright hun.” Claire asks as we start unloading the car. I could only shrug. My best friend Claire and her boyfriend were helping me sell my stuff at the local car boot sale.