Dear Harry,
Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here.
The fame has started to become too much to handle - Soon enough, I know I will crumble. It's too much for me to handle. My weak grasp on life is now merely as strong as a thinning rope. Every minute of every hour - every day of every week - I'm thinking of you.
My head is constantly swimming with emotions - from anger to sorrow, from curiosity to apathy. And it's all because of you. I've begun to realize something. Time can never be turned back. I can't change my actions or my words. I can't bring you back.
I've gotten out of control. Alcohol is my new best friend. But endless nights of drunken partying can never match up to cuddling up to you for hours. This is a collection of my favorite memories with you, and how I'm dealing with what happened. This is for you, Haz.
Lots of Love,
Louis.