ASH 》 h.s 》 #Wattys2017

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"Baby look what you've done to me." -Stockholm Syndrome

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A S H

I'm really tired. Tired of even living.

Whats the point? No one cares about me, everyone hates me, and I'm a crazy psycho that no one will ever love.

I'm having an existential crisis right now. A major one.

Come to think about it, would you rather, stay alive but tons of people hate you or be dead but everyone loves you?

I myself would rather pick being dead.

I clearly dont have a reason to live now.

I stood up from the corner I was before in and walked towards my bed and plopped down on it.

Also, I was hella bored. I jad nothing to do and I need entertainment. Harry was my only entertainment here.

I love how angry I make him feel. And I feel I control him by some way, and I plan to get a hold of it as much as possible.

I closed my eyes getting consumed by my thoughts.

I remember a story my mom once told me, when I was a little girl.

There was this girl who dreamt of being a nice princess. She dreamt of being rich, beautiful, smart, and kind. She then grew up. One faithful day, a letter came to her sweet cottage that she was invited to a ball. The story then goes on where she goes to the ball and dances gracefully. She then wanders off the castle and discovered a family picture where the baby girl seems to look like her. Then the story goes on.

I never ever liked the story. It was too girly and cheerful.

I always tuned her out or pretended to be sleeping so I wouldnt have the need to listen to that stupid story. Ugh.

I whipped around on the bed and saw that lunch was here.

The man I had encountered earlier gave me the tray and then headed out immediately.

Good. He must be scared of me. Or else....

I took the tray and sat on the bed.

It was full of vegetables. Ick.

I dont like vegetables, sure sometimes when I eat salad. But when it comes to lunch, no fxcking way.

Do they even eat meat around here?

Well then, I have to deal with this for now.

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H A R R Y

I went out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and on my hair.

I opened my closet door and took out a white tshirt and some sweatpants.

I put them on and went downstairs.

I sat down beside Louis on the couch.

There was this thought going on and on inside my mind so, I decided to ask Louis for some advice.