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I'm know it's been a while sorry guys. Writers block is a bitch.
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To: @HARRYSTYLES
It's like It was my parents dream job to make my life a living hell.

To: @HARRYSTYLES
I just can't do this. I'm going to fail highschool. I'm going to lose the very few things I actually love. The only things I have left. Then my uncle just wants to bitch about me missing school? No. he doesn't give two shits about me. Only about my grades. I'm not going because I honestly think that's the only way to keep me from doing something drastic in public. Not that I care. Just a little help from my conscious, not that I even hear from it much any more.

To: @HARRYSTYLES
Some days I just want to go ahead and do it as some kind of a punishment to them for what they've done to me. For ruining me and the life I would have had. I could've had a great life. It's all gone. I can't even see a glimpse of hope anymore. The only thing that has been keeping me from killing myself is my sister. I always thought I couldn't do that to her. But I see now. It doesn't matter. I just don't care anymore. There's no point. I'm a failure in life. A failure at everything. I had it all planned out, every bit of it. Now? Straight down the fucking drain. What has become of me? Why am I still here? Writing this useless shit? I wish I knew.

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Two chapters in one day? Let's do it. I'm sitting here, miserable. These chapters are starting to get really personal but I just don't care anymore. Everything I write tonight is exactly what I'm really feeling right now. I'm not gonna hide it. It's the truth.

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