Dear Harry,
I'm sorry for the shaky handwriting. I can hardly breathe. I think I'm having a panic-attack.
How could I ever let myself think I could be good enough? I'm not good enough. Not for you, not for my dad, not for the kids at my school. I'm never going to be good enough.
I hate myself.
Love, Florence.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Harry
FanfictionIn which a lonely girl writes letters to the boy she loves, the boy who doesn't even know she exist; to Harry Styles.
