I'm actually happier
Life's sorta pink
They swore it would get better
And it did.
So... now that I'm better this diary is becoming kind of useless, seeing as how I don't need to vent anymore.
I can always gossip, though.
Gossiping is life.
I think I'm going to fill this entry with random love poetry, how about that?
Love might be blinding
And it might take time
But in the end it's all cool
It even helps you rhyme.
Sometimes you can't help a giggle
Or blushing, or a smile
And whenever your love does these
You know it's working out right.
I want to end this entry, and this diary, with...
Baby look what you've done to me,
Baby look what you've done now,
Baby I'll never leave
If you keep holding me
This way.
(Stockholm Syndrome, One Direction)
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My Dark Diary 》h.s.
Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Katherine is only 22 when she is hospitalised for psychotic depression. She starts a diary as another source of relief, through which she expresses all her feelings and thoughts. Meanwhile, Harry Styles is hospitalised in the same center...
