To be lost means that you can be found. •Disclaimer• this story has to deal with drugs, alcohol, sex, self-harm, abuse and depression. if any of these things bother you, please do not read.

"You stabbed me a thousand times and acted as if you were the one who was bleeding." *Ashton Irwin fanfiction*

She tries her hardest to look good but she still gets called ugly and she believes them.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?" He asks. "Um..no. You have just carried almost all of my boxes and furniture. I get that you are exhausted"I say thankful. "I want to make a good impression. People in the building are kind of annoyed with me for playing drums all the time".

"Do you think we made the right decision, like dating?" He then asked me after more silence had passed between us. "I do, don't you?" "I mean now I think we did but I wonder what I'm going to think months from now."