It's funny how life goes, there's never a day when you don't get at least one rude remark. celebrity's look through their twitter feed every day, they see the lovely comments saying how the celeb is their inspirations and then you get the hateful and horrible ones saying how they should kill themselves and slit their wrists or hang themselves. I find it horrible, but I also see why they do it. they do it because they know the person will see it and they want the celebrity to feel how they obviously feel themselves.
But the hate, the bad comments, they make up a good life, if we didn't get hate, it would be boring. If we didn't get these lovely comments, life would be boring aswell. Once I got home, I looked at my hate and I looked at my nice comments.
I do think about them, and I do take them to heart. I didn't have the best past, but c'mon, who has the best past and the best life ever.
Maybe Acacia Brinley might have to fake cuts for attention and have the perfect daddy but I bet she also has problems too.
I bet she's cried herself to sleep, I bet she's been told she's not perfect or she's a slut and a whore. I bet she's been told that a lot.
I still admire her, for everything. She may have send nudes around, but that took guts when it got out. If she didn't put up with the hate, she might not be here now, doing what she wants to do.
People don't think about how things affect people and why things affect people. like every day, ever minute a girl cuts, a girl tries to commit suicide.
And, I just think about that.
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I was snapped out of my horrible thoughts by Niall, oh poor Niall
"Lillie?" he asked politely, knocking on my wall to my bunk. he's always been the innocent one, even though he has had problems and he's not awfully innocent himself.
"Come in Ni" I muttered and I heard to door swing open
"Are you okay? you've been here for a few hours and I texted you...." he trailed off, still keeping his calm side. I knew he wanted to ask more questions, but he knew if he did I would probably end up lashing out on someone or something, usually that person but let's not go there.
"I'm good Niall. I guess I just took the hate to heart a bit after the concert."
"Remember what you told me earlier? about how the bully is just insecure and wants you to feel their pain? well just think about that. you are actually perfect Lillie, even though you don't show it. on the inside, you are perfect aswell."
"Thankyou, Niall" I soon felt comfortable in warm arms, wrapped around my small body.
We broke apart, as we heard a cough from behind us.
"Am I interrupting something?" Zayn asked quite harshly from the doorway.
"No, I just had a rough time and Niall was here, what do you want Zayn?"
"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out today? it's up to you but yeah.... I want to if you do. I was hoping you'd come shopping with me"
"No, or course Zayn. can I just get changed and take off my mascara and put fresh makeup on?"
"Sure, I'll be back in 30 to leave"
"I'll leave you aswell, Lil. remember, you are perfect. I'll be checking if you've harmed yourself again later, it's the weekly check"
I sighed and checked the time, 12:37pm, I'd have until 13:00 to get ready for Zayn
I went into the bathroom and got out all the essentials. I started with taking off my makeup and putting fresh on, adding concealer since we were bound to get paps about hiding in the shopping centre or wherever we were going.
I then went into my suitcase and got out some black jack-wills leggings and slipped them up my legs, along with a white crop-top that just shows off a bit of my stomach and shows through my bra, so I made sure I put a light-wash jean jacket over it.
