Letters To Louis // l.t.

March 1st, 2010 - letter 8

Dear Louis,

I'm a bit of a mess, now aren't I? 

I'm so sorry for all the dramatic letters. Whoa sound a bit bi-polar there, ya? Anyways, I am sorry. I know you most likely will never in a million years read theses letters, but if by chance you do then don't fret. It's all okay. I've found ways to deal with everything. Trust me. 

My, my July is coming up quickly, now isn't it, Louis? Almost time to audition. 

You asked me to write you a song or two if I could. (you found out I love to write.)

Still though I feel empty and on the verge of sadness. Why is that? I do things to numb the pain, but they barely work for my pain has grown too much.

Can you guess what I do to eliminate the pain? No. Probably not, because you live in a perfect world where every just loves and adores you. Never have you thought about how much pain one person could be in.

I envy you, Tomlinson. Very much so.

Oh and I found you making out with a girl behind the school late morning. When I got home I ate and ate and ate and puked and puked and puked and cut and cut and oops. You found out what I do.

Till next time, Lou.

Am I worth your time yet?

Am I worth you yet?

-Annabelle

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woops double update.