iv.
Holidays
I love holidays, I mean I used to. Now im in the same room all the time but hey, you're different. You're not me and you should smile. Because holidays.
No, I'm exactly the same as you, he thinks. In a way, at least. He doesn't know who this person is or where are they stuck but, same. He's stuck in this orphanage until he's 18. People here are nice but Louis missed his family, not the fights and trauma, just the family. He wonders if they miss him too.
When he had his teachers to support him he didn't miss them like he does now, because to be honest they're his blood but he's his own blood too, he couldn't stand hating himself for being him and if they did, he didn't care.
That was old news though, now he's too lonely to care about who he is, who he was and who he's becoming. He's too tired to be tough anymore.
It's not like he can enjoy holidays anymore though, he's always working, studying, hating himself, crying and all that jazz.