Louis finally began talking to me again, I thought we were over. I fucking have scars on my thighs....
im becoming crazy!
I haven't told Louis I cut myself, well cut as in a millimetre deep so no blood really came out because I'm too coward for that. I hate blood. Now I have like five deep red and purple lines on my thigh.
I hope he doesn't mind...
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Fanfiction"You're a pretty boy." "I can't be pretty, I have a dick." "Whatever, pretty boy." © All rights Reserved 2014 i wrote this when i was 14 pls stop reading it jdjdkkdks
