It all started out when I was three my father, took me to a adoption agency, and that was the last time I had heard of my family. You see, the reason I don't mention my mother, is that she died when I was a very young age... an twenty minutes old to be exact. So in the short time I was with my dad, I had never really, truly had a happy day in those three years that I'd known him. He blamed everything about my mothers death on, well, yours truly.
The adoption agency never actually found a home for me, so I was placed into an orphanage, where I lived a majority of my childhood.
There seems to be an upside to every "tragic" story so here was mine: In 2010, when I was around the age of... well lets say eleven or so, I was the "public orphanage computer" when I came across a xfactor video from a small band that was trying to get through to the top: One Direction. As you probably know, they grew to be, whats now, the biggest boyband on the planet. I didn't even think they would get this far...
But anyways, right after I saw that video of those five boys on the stairs, I grew to love them. I ran this huge fan account for them and met so many amazing internet friends. For the first time, my life seemed to be going alright, especially for someone like me.
So, one day, in 2014 (after four years in the fandom), I put myself into a DM with Niall Horan, the one and only. I felt about how cool it would be, to just, let him be my own personal diary, even though i had absoululey NO intentions of Niall (let alone anyone) reading these deep things i had been saying to him.
Eight months passed, and ever since day one, i had no suspicion that he would open it or read it... EVER!
But little to my knowledge, he'd been reading all along...