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I finished reading this book today, it was titled 13 Reasons Why. This boy finds a mysterious box with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers cassette tapes recorded by his classmate and crush who committed suicide two weeks earlier. On the tapes the girl explains that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. The author weaves an intricate and heartrending story of confusion and desperation that mad me think differently. I knew going into Thirteen Reasons Why that I would love it. Well, I guess “love” is a weird word to use since the book is extremely sad and about super sensitive subject matter (suicide, if you didn’t already know). I recommend reading it.

Anyway, it made me think, about how I was living my life. How I ignore romance and I go straight to the physicality of a relationship and not the emotionality. I feel terrible and I just can't stand getting text messages, e-mails, phone calls from people I either don't know or barely know flirting with me like crazy and then asking to hook up for something. I'm sick of it and honestly disgusted. I hate being the slut. I've made a pact with myself to look for the romance, not the drunk sex.

We are not the same persons this year as last nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.