Forget Me Not -- ls

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April 18th, 2015

Dear Louis,

Fuck you. I hate you so fucking much. But I love you. But you don't need to know that. Except I'm giving you this letter so you actually will know.

Oops.

Oh well.

So you haven't talked to me since I went to spend the weekend at Liam's. It was just as I predicted though. I wanted to shout and he wanted me to cool off and sleep.

How the actual fuck does someone find the time or even energy to bloody sleep in the midst of impending doom?

That was melodramatic. Apologies.

But there's something insanely wrong with you if all you can do is stand back and watch while I rip myself apart limb by limb to try and find something right with myself.

I see why you're avoiding me.

I'm a walking disaster.

Sorry.

For real.

H.