I'm Hannah.
At 4 am I lay in bed, and I listen to all of One Direction's slow songs, and I think of all that I've done wrong.
At 4 am, I think of all of those who left.
I start crying.
I let it all out.
And I realize... I'm not as strong as I once was.
Then I think "Life sucks"
And horrible thoughts come to my head.
I'm fat,
I'm ugly,
I can't smile or play along,
because I'm just so tired of it all.
And after my breakdown, I like to think,
Even though it's hard right now, everything will be okay one day.
And I will look back, and I will be so proud of myself for making it through it all.
And now you know me.
Welcome to my nightmare.