If nothing good happens to me tomorrow I'm just done with everything. I can't take living in this house anymore, I can't take going to that school and dealing with everyone's shit anymore. I'm seriously thinking about just jumping off a bridge or something, and I don't mean that in a typical teenage "I'm not getting my way so I'm going to say something dramatic" kind of way, I'm serious about this. I can't handle it anymore.
I put down my journal, my hands shaking so uncontrollably that my writing was almost unreadable.
After taking a few deep breaths and wiping the tears from my eyes, I started writing again.
I don't even know what's wrong with me. I mean, there are people who have it a lot worse, people who are homeless or people who get abused or...I don't even know. My point is that compared to some people I actually have a pretty good life, yet I constantly feel like absolute shit. I just can't take it anymore. -H
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Broken
FanfictionHarry is broken. Louis' life seems perfect. One day the two boys cross paths. When Louis can't get the tall, quiet, curly haired boy out of his head he decides he has to be friends with him. [Trigger Warning: self harm, eating disorder, gay slurs.]
