Till Death Do Us Part

Day Nine

Dear Harry,

December 2nd 2014. 13 more days until , that once happy,amazing, modest and genuine human being that went by the name of Harry Edward Styles will be six feet under for eternity, My haza , you, the singing and dancing idiot that thought it was his job to make everyone else happy forgeting his happiness came first.

To think its been 8 days 22 hours and 52 minutes since you were announced no longer living, since i've used the upstairs bathroom, since I put on a legitimate smile.

Over coming the pain in my chest will never be until i know i'll get to see you again but god only knows how much longer that could take , yes okay i have been feeling suicidal but with Zayn, Niall, and Liam watching over me like a hawk 24 7 its pretty hard to do anything around here , with that yes i am writing to you from the lou sorry okay its just a man can't get some peace in his own house with Liam, Zayn , and Niall around.

Beside the point my therapist says she has seen remarkable progress with my depression and anxiety attacks seeing as i haven't had one ( that she knows of ) since i've been her words not mine "put back into a dark place ." I sware she thinks im five .

My self harming is cutting down , hint the pun , since i have no time to do anything with the lads around and therapy twice a week.

Your voice is still here still yelling at me when im in the bathroom or sleeping seeing as those are the only times im alone .

my weight has stayed the same since yesterday no mager changes still 147.5 pounds give or take from when i woke up to now.

Lifes a game , either you play or not but either way you should know the play , your only in for the inning then your out its just how it works .

Love,

Louis William Tomlinsom .