Dear Journal,
I'm still undecided about what I'm going to do. I love Mum and the girls very dearly, and I do not want them to feel bad for me dying. I want them to be happy, but I also want to be happy and we can't have both.
It's hard, being the way that I am. I don't know what's real and what's not. Hell, my whole life could be a lie and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
I'm starting to hear voices. My therapist says the medicine will help, but I don't trust him. Maybe he's fake, too.
I want to be normal. Why can't I be normal?
Louis
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reality ➸ larry
Fanfiction❝he told me to follow my heart. i told him that my heart goes wherever he does.❞ or; louis has a journal, and a bad sense of telling when something's wrong.
