Dear Journal,
I didn't see Harry today. Instead, I saw my therapist in whom I have grown to hate. (Though, being honest, I have hated him since the first session.) He wants to get rid of my source of happiness. My Harry.
Today, he made me meet with other schizophrenic people. I think they are worse than me. They kept complaining about monsters and screaming and saying they were being attacked. I do not think I am that bad.
But, is falling in love with your imagination worse than being scared of your imagination? I don't know.
Perhaps I am the worst of them all.
Louis
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reality ➸ larry
Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
