To Alana, from Louis
my heart is telling me to give up.
my head is telling me to forget about it.
my gut is telling me that it's going to be fine.
yet all these freaking solutions are making me go crazy and it feels as though i can't shut them out. i can't sleep, i can't eat. and when i do sleep, my mind is plagued of you. plagued of autumn. plagued of how i managed to kill you. plagued of how autumn is now dead, months after meeting me.
and i just want it to go away.
i've been drinking again.
Delivered - 09/10/15 - 13:59 pm
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much sadness. *sighs* poor louis:(
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seven reasons why
Short Storywhen all you have left of someone is a breadcrumb trail as to why they ended their life, there's not much you can do not to follow it. seven letters seven reasons why.
