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random rant

I hate 13 reasons why.

I loved it at first.

But after analyzing it.

Im like it's like a great show but I dunno

I just feel that It's a bit overrated ok.

Like Hannah kills herself

and its just so dramatic.

like wayyyy too dramatic.

and then you start punching your screen.

because Bryce is such a dick. YOU CANT JUST GO AROUND RAPING PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU THINK THEY LIKE YOU FOR FUCKS SAKE

And Courtney is just like the biggest bitch ever. YOUR PARENTS ARE GAY, YET YOU ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK THEY WONT ACCEPT YOU BEING GAY TOO.

Oh and then Zach with his childish shit. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE OUT THE SHIT FROM THE BAGS, WHY?

and Marcus with his pervert-iness. YOU CANT JUST GO AND TOUCH A GIRL'S VAGINA WTF.

And when Justin doesn't do anything when Bryce sends the photo and when he rapes his girlfriend. Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU JUSTIN.

Oh and Ryan that fucking douche Ryan, (Why did Tony even date him what the fuck) YOU POSTED A FUCKING POEM. EVEN THOUGH SHE TOLD YOU NOT TO. YOU LET EVERYONE GET INSIDE HANNAH'S DEEP THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS, YOU MADE HER A BIGGER TARGET.

Oh and then theres tyler, like I get it you're stalking hannah because you have a crush on her but one thing is stalking her from a distance, but ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT THING TO TAKE PICTURES OF HER AS SHE'S SLEEPING, OR TRYING TO SLEEP. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.

Just watched the show, it's a great show, but it's just too dramatic, too much to handle. too deppressing

you know?

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Poem I wrote lmao.

This is a really crappy poem but it’s my first so dont judge lmao ok. Also this poem is based of how im deppressed-ish and also the death of Hannah Baker from the point of view of Clay Jensen so um yeah.

Mess  By Osvaldo Rodriguez

Her happy eyes brighter than the sun, have now closed. Her sweet wide smile, is now only a frown.

And I hate to say this but, She is just so damn depressed. Anxiety kills this generation and the next. What are we going to do about this mess.

Everyday She looked at herself in the mirror. She said she was pathetic. She said she was undeserving. She said she wasn't worth it. She said she was just a fucking mess.

She cried out for help Yet nobody heard her. And when I heard her It was too late.

And it hurts, yeah it hurts. But you probably dont care. You'll hide it under the carpet. And act like nothing happened at all.

People say, just move on, life goes on. But how can I possibly move on. If her death keeps haunting me Reminding me of the mess that hasn't yet been cleaned up.