For saving my life.
For being there when I needed you.
For never leaving me.
For always listening.
For so many things.
I'm so sorry I'm doing this.
I know it's hurting you, and so many other people. But I can't go on.
People hate me.
They want me dead.
I want to die.
It's all so hard.
I know it seems like I'm just giving up, and to be honest. I am.
I'm weak. Therapy isn't helping, nor had it ever helped me.
I doubt I'll ever get better.
I hope you find someone special to make your dreams come true.
I hope you find yourself happy, and in a good place.
Please don't miss me too much, I'll be happier up there.
Please don't forget me.
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In which Louis starts as a fanboy, and Harry is a famous popstar It's bad at the beginning, but it gets better quickly so don't leave yettt :} *TRIGGER WARNING* Cutting, depression, suicide, death __________ Cover by @Lxneboylou (me!) __________ ©...