haroldbabyyyy
I always thought that all the fame and attention would be what ruined me. Little did I know, that it wouldn't be the fame, but the love of my life. Love is hard when you're forced to keep it a secret. I never stop thinking about him. I long for the day that I can do as little as sit by him in public. The only thing keeping me sane is that eventually, this will all be over. No more Briana, or Freddie or Danielle. No more stupid stunts and fake girlfriends. No more acting as if he doesn't exist. Our tattoos won't
be silent cries for freedom, but symbols of freedom. Soon, we will be free.