I'm a wreck.
I'm not gonna hide it. I am very much a wreck at the moment.
But that doesn't mean I'm not ashamed.
I'm very ashamed. But what's there to do.
Every day is a routine. Same. Thing. Over. And. Over. Again.
I get up at 6. I go to work till 5. I go home. Make dinner. Cry. Sleep. Cry some more. Sleep a bit more. Repeat.
It wasn't always like this. One day something happened and I changed since that day.
2 years ago to be exact. I was a funny girl with a huge smile and bright eyes.
I had everything.
I was gorgeous; with my long blonde hair, tanned skin, blue eyes and height and curvaceousness yet still leanness . Now I look different. Very different. I cut my hair so it comes to my chest and died it black. My skin is white because I hate going outside. Plus I moved to London where it rains 24/7. It wasn't like that in Wolverhampton. My blue eyes have turned into a dull greyish type colour and have lost their sparkle. I'm still tall, but because I've lost so much weight, I just look like a gangly stick.
But the major difference about me from two years ago is that I'm without a person who made me myself. Who made me feel love. Who gave me strength. Who helped me. Who gave me life.
But now I'm without that person and I am not myself. I don't feel loved. I don't have strength. I am without help. And I am without a life. I'm lifeless.
That persons name was Liam Payne. And he was my entire world. My everything.
But now...
...he's my nothing
