We used to be something surreal, others looked to us for what we built. We we're envied until the point, the point in which we fell, we fell on the wayside. And slowly watched ourselves die.//
Hey beb, been a while. I've been busy with stuff you know? I don't really know what to say honestly. Oh I'm in the hospital, getting stitches on my left wrist for cutting too deep. I messed up this time, I really did. But the words, won't stop flowing through my head he clearly loves someone else, he clearly moved on, he hates you. Just drink the pain away, last night he gave me butterflies, by kissing my wrist and singing 'Baby don't cut' to me. I drowned those butterflies he gave me with pills and vodka. I threw it up, and thats when I was rushed to the emergency room.
~Harry, ily diary see you when i see you.
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Dear Diary
FanfictionDear Diary, Sometimes, I start to wonder what would've happened if I didn't audition. Louis is always telling me not to worry, he would've found me anyways.
