*Dacota's Diary*
Dear Diary,
It's been a few weeks since the tour started, and I'm absolutely wasted.
I'm drunk as hell, might as well write in here to try to sober up.
I felt so alone today. No parents, no friends, no Harry, no nothing. He hasn't called me in a few days. I mean, I know it's kind of a clingy girlfriend move, but I really missed him, and seeing all these rumors about him with models and famous girls makes me so insecure. I want to text him, but I don't want to be the first text, you know? However, he may feel the same, and we're just waiting for the other to text and it's a big paradoxical circle.
God, my head hurts.
I wonder if he misses me. Probably not, he's most likely glad he could dump my ass at the airport. Probably started giggling on the way up to the clouds. He's probably banging some prettier-than-me chick right now.
I'll text him. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
I sent 'I miss you :('.
Oh God, that sounds really clingy, doesn't it?
He hasn't responded in over ten minutes...
What country is he in? Maybe he's performing or sleeping right now?
Yeah, that's probably it.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
God, I'm so paranoid.
HARRY, WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME???
Shit, I got tears on the page.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
I got another bottle.
I hate my life.
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It's getting so close to ending........
Sorry for depressing thoughts, but #yolo
~Emily~
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Paper Airplanes
Fanfiction"She folded up her fears, misfortunes, and doubts like paper airplanes and let them fly into the wind, never to return again."
