dear harry [h.s]

day 47

Dear Harry,

      I don't know if I can handle much more of this. I harm myself on a daily basis and I'm starving. I know I shouldn't because of the baby, but I'm out of control. If only you were here. I'd be strong for you. But, you're somewhere out there. You probably don't even remember my name. I hope you do.

      The boys told me that I need to see a therapist. I refused to go, but Louis dragged me there. He sat in the lobby while I talked to the therapist. Her name is Cathy. Such a nice lady. It is such a shame that she doesn't actually care about me. We talked about you, mostly. And the baby. She told me that I'd make a good mother, and maybe I'll make it to her birth.

But Harry, I can't take it anymore.