Dear Emily, I’m so sorry for it all; I never meant to hurt you. I know it’s obvious but think I still love you. I know what I said about how I won’t bother you about this subject anymore but it’s just so damn hard. I couldn’t help myself when I saw a piece of notebook paper. I was sitting on my bed, thinking ab...
This, my friend, is my life. No not my entire life, just when things started to get confusing. Help? I don't need help. What I need is a supporter and lately it doesn't seem to be around. Maybe I do need help. Then again not every girl was kidnapped by One Direction.