I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

Justin, Honey, You Were My Very First Kiss. My Very First Hand To Hold. But You Were Nothing More Than An Average Guy. And I Don't Say That To Be Mean- I Don't. There Was Just Something About You That Made Me Need To Be Your Girlfriend To This Day I Don't Know Exactly What That Was. But It Was There.. And It Was Amazingly Strong. -thirteen Reasons Why

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.

Because No, I Didn’t Push Her Away. I Didn’t Add To Her Pain Or Do Anything To Hurt Her. Instead, I Left Her Alone In That Room. The Only Person Who Might’ve Been Able To Reach Out And Save Her From Herself. To Pull Her Back From Wherever She Was Heading. I Did What She Asked And I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

Teens In The '90s Had The Same Basic Desires As They Do Now.