Fat Boy // styles [Disorder prequel]

three

"Do you hear the whispers behind your shoulder? Do you hear them talk? Every day we've gotten colder and all they've done is mock."

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September 21, 2008 - 10.03 -

I thought hope existed in humanity up until an hour ago. They teased me as I walked down the halls, calling me names I'd rather not repeat in fear I'll start crying. Zayn was sent to the principal's office for violence against other students and he was blamed for the commotion. He isn't to blame. It's my fault.

Who was I to think that this year it'd be different? To even wonder if the people I knew matured at all is a fantasy. All they've done is grow more mature with name calling. But is it true? Am I really? I suppose I am. I've looked in the mirror. I have the extra skin on my stomach, I've seen the flabby arms. I am. I really am.

I'm fat.

Love Always,

Harry

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you're beauuutttiffullll you're beautiful it's trueee <3

thanks for reading :]

- hannah xoxo