Forget Me Not -- ls

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April 12th, 2015

Dear Louis,

Fuck this.

Fuck this, fuck you, fuck Zayn, fuck Modest!, fuck life.

Just.

Fuck everything.

I'm so done.

So fucking done.

I don't know what I ever did to you.

I'm tired of being understanding. Now it's my turn to have a meltdown.
(Like I haven't already though).

I don't know what the hell I did, but you need to communicate with me or else I'm going to fucking explode.
I hate this feeling. You're the only person I can rant to and go over the top with.

If I try to rant to Niall, he won't know what to do when I start freaking out. He'll probably freak out as well. If I rant to Liam, he'll just try to calm me down. I don't want to be calm right now, I want to fucking SCREAM until MY LUNGS GIVE OUT.

I also want to cry.

But if I did that I wouldn't be able to stop.

And you're not even here for me anyway, so.

You know what? Fuck communication too.

Talk to me or not.

Now I've run clean out of fucks to give.

Sorry.

Except not really. Because you're not, so why should I be? I don't care anymore.

H.