"Sometimes I feel like my life was made for their worth"
"I can't love myself, when all I've ever loved was them"
"Fighting back against that awful industry only makes me notice how I truly treat myself"
"No matter if I cry every night of the year, if I cut my wrists every single day. What would that do for him? I am thousands of thousands of miles away, and I don't speak the same language as him...
Do I just sit back and watch him suffer? Watch his pain slowly morph into what could potentially end his life?
Do I just move on?
'there are more important things than idols' they tell me. I could go back to school the next morning, forget this all happened, will every millisecond of his life, he is in despair while, me, his biggest fan, am living life to my fullest?"
"When I said I'd take a bullet for them...
Would I?
would I really..."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.