february 19th, 2016.
i thought i was getting better but i was wrong. i have been having the worst panic attacks and breakdowns lately. at least two times a day. my heart felt like it was going to explode today. louis and liam had to physically hold me down because i kept scratching at my chest and it was bleeding a little. i'm in the hospital again. and they're thinking of putting me on medicine for my "outbursts". liam and louis should be here soon. they're bringing me some food because i can't stand the hospital food. i don't get why they can't serve the patients the same food as they give the guests. i wish you were here. you'd be in the bed next to me. you'd ask if you could do my hair and you'd beg and plead until i said yes. fuck, i just want you again, niall. i want to feel your cold hands on my jawline and your lips against my forehead. i just want you.
-harry edward styles
