I can barely feel anything. I'm just lying on my bed, in the hotel room Louis paid for, tears streaming down my face. I'm not really crying, not really, but there are tears flowing out of the corners of my eyes so plentifully that I'm surprised I haven't drowned. I'm not crying for real because I've already done that and it hurts too much. I feel numb, like I just got shot and I haven't quite realized it yet. But it's not as if nothing hurts. Because something definitely does hurt. And I'm wondering, why doesn't he understand? Why doesn't Louis freaking understand that whenever he tells me he loves me or some bs like that he's really just stabbing me in the heart again and again and again. Because I don't want him to love me. I don't deserve his love. And, I love Louis Tomlinson. Not him. At least, I think so. It all just hurts. So. Much. I close my eyes, tired of looking at the ceiling. Tired in general. Tired of everything.
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