Part One
It's been a week since we've gotten back from the hospital.
One whole week to let me think.
People shouldn't leave me alone for that long because when I think, I think deep, and sometimes that's not a good thing.
I start thinking about my life and what's in life and....you get the idea.
At the moment I'm lying on my bed, facing the ceiling...aka my Demi Lovato poster that hung right there.
"Why is this so hard. I just have to say 16 words. 16 words and things....things" I say to myself and sigh.
"16 words or more of course" I repeat, mumbling.
Why did I even think of this. I'm happy aren't I? No, I'm not. Not when it's like this.
I just need to get it out of my system. I need to ,like, start over.
Pshh, I wish.
I hate that I'm ruining others lives because people are ruining mine.
I can't live with that.
I won't live with it.
I sigh again before connecting my I phone to the JamBone I have, aka cheaper version of Beats.
I put on some Ed Sheeran and close my eyes.
I need to stop thinking
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Skinny Love//jack dail
Fanfiction"To me, there's no such thing as loving someone too much. There's a 'not loving someone enough'. I promise I will try my best to make sure you KNOW I love you. And if I fail, I'll hate myself" And he never failed. ++++++++++++++++ This story will be...
