You seem to always think about how the world is against you. How every person surrounded by you consumes the distraught aura you hold, feeling it wrap around your neck like a man's bare hands and strangles you until you feel utterly left of air to inhale through shattered lungs. Of how every exceptional guy you fall for, with their devilish grins, prominent muscles, and cloud-white teeth manipulates you into a circus of hopeful romance possibilities turns out to be the exact opposite. Why is it that you blame yourself for their mistakes? Why is it that you suffer from the agony of depression, self-hate, anxiety-And blame yourself for your insanity?
(creds to @secutegrxnde for the cover!)
MATURE AUDIENCES 18+
A HARRY STYLES NOVEL °
[COMPLETED. IS BEING PUBLISHED ON AMAZON SUMMER OF 2018!!!!!]