DEAR EVAN HANSEN,

Love, Victor

me after dropping my phone for the 6293638273rd time

Imma need the mystery machine to figure out how in the heck youve never seen scooby doo

So I usually don't post stuff like this but...

Awhile back I was explaining asexuality to my therapist and at some point she just like froze and was like ‘wait… maybe i’m asexual’ and got really excited and said she was gonna do more research on it herself. Which was not at all what I was expecting to happen when I told my therapist I was ace, but it was def a happy surprise.

Not to emotionally connect to DEH on main but sometimes when I’m really really low I listen to Words Fail and think about how much of a low point that would have to be and the fact that Evan kept going afterward. Like he didn’t let go. He lost everything except his mother and he held on and kept getting treatment and kept trying to get better. I always wondered why they made a musical about hope so fucking depressing but I realized that’s the point. Words Fail puts Evan in a situation in which you almost expect him to give up completely, but he doesn’t. I think that’s the real anti-suicide message of Dear Evan Hansen. It’s not You Will Be Found. It’s not Disappear. It’s Evan Hansen standing there after Words Fail and So Big/So Small and choosing to hold on, choosing to get better because he doesn’t want to live like this.