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[fearedloving]

‘ can we just get out of here ? please ? ’ the walls of liberty high seemed to be closing in excruciatingly tight today around clay, and he was seeing hannah’s face more frequently than his sanity can handle at the moment. he saw her every step he took, and the guilt of what he didn’t do weighed heavier by the second and he didn’t think he could make it through the day if he stayed here. luckily, tony was willing to help ( and he had a car that could help in their great escape of sixth period ). ‘ what do you say ? ’

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[confessionmade-blog]

“ they were flirting with you. ”

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At Tony’s words, Sheri turned over her shoulder to watch at the group of guys which, not long ago, had made fool of themselves trying to see which one could win her over the easiest or, who knows, perhaps it was a matter of who could take her home at the end of the night. If one thing was clear about the whole situation, it was that Sheri hated it. 

One would’ve thought that a cheerleader who was both pretty and smile would love being the center of attention, and perhaps it had been like that once, but not anymore. The whole accident had made her mature; see the world differently. She didn’t have to waste her time with that kind of boys just because having a whole collection of them would make her popular. She needed one special guy and neither of the three were it. 

With a chuckle, the young girl turned back to Tony and gave out a short shrug.

           ❛ Nothing new about that; not exactly my type, though. ❜

[fearedloving]

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[ FAILED TO DELIVER at 10:01 p.m. ] could i really have saved hannah’s life? did i really help kill hannah baker? i know you said find any way you can to live with that, but i’m finding that harder and harder to do

[ FAILED TO DELIVER at 10:10 p.m. ] i can barely sleep anymore. 

[ FAILED TO DELIVER at 10:15 p.m. ] i’m tired, tony

[ FAILED TO DELIVER at 10:16 p.m. ] can we just drive around for a bit?

[ FAILED TO DELIVER at 10:18 p.m. ] i haven’t been in the crestmont since 

[ DELIVERED at 10:30 p.m. ] hey, you up?

[fmlette-blog]

              ❛    i  think  i  might  need  your   help.    ❜   the  brunette  shrugged,   biting  her  lip;    HARD,   as  if  she  wanted  to  purposely  hurt  herself.   if  it  was  a  week  ago,   she’d   actually   care  about  the  dark  circles  under  her  eyes,   that  had  been  caused  by  the  constant   MOURNING   of  her  own  self.   she  had  been  feeling   dead   inside  ever  since  she  learned  the  truth  about  the  tapes,   why  would  a   d e a d   girl  lie  after  all   ?   jess  wanted  to   speak out   about  what  had  happened  to  her,   starting  from  her  very  own  father.  though  despite  all  the  attempts  she’d  made  so  far,   she  just  couldn’t  find  the  right  words  to  express  what  she  had  gone  through,   which  she  barely  even   REMEMBERED,   but  still  felt  the  hurt.   ❛    i  don’t  mean  to bother  you  with  my  problems,   you  might  as  well  have  your  own               i  just  don’t  know   where   else  to  go.    ❜   //   @tapesheld