He threw his bag down and flopped on the couch. "Fuck life! I hate everything!" He screamed at the ceiling, not knowing or caring if Niall was home. It was times like this when his depression was stronger than ever. He felt an insane urge to punch something, to hurt someone or himself. All he was trying to do was live at this point, and it felt like the whole world was against him.
He thought hard about the razors in the bathroom cabinet upstairs, and how Liam wasn't there to stop him anymore...
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FanfictionEveryone should love themselves. right? we naturally assume that beautiful people always know they are beautiful, but we are wrong.
