23rd of March, 2012
Hey,
Lou was really surprised when I said that I wanted to wear a sweater.
I said I was a little bit cold, feeling kind of sick even.
Maybe I really am sick.
Not physically, but emotionally.
I think you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, at least I got what I wanted and went on stage.
A lot of people started screaming, but I don't think it was for me...
Does anyone love me?
Does anyone care about me?
Does anyone think about me? In a positive way?
Harry is everyone's hero, Louis is supersassy, Zayn is the vas happenin man, Liam is just supernice.
And I?
What am I?
I'm the only Irish one in the group, while the others are British.
I'm left-handed, they're right-handed.
It's hard to put on a fake smile and sing like you love being on stage.
It was my dream, still is.
The only thing that isn't part of my dream, is happiness.
And I'm afraid I won't ever be happy either.
Niall.
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Thoughts?
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27 August 2016
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No One Cares
FanfictionIn which Niall is depressed and writes his thoughts and feelings down in a diary. Trigger Warnings: SH, Suicide, Intrusive Thoughts
