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mum, 

when i pulled my convertible into my drive way, i hadn't even bothered to go inside before opening the journal to the last entry. it read:

niall. 

his name rolls off my tongue so naturally, and every time i think about him, i picture our kiss, so passionate yet calm and sweet, but no matter how much i think i like him, i can't. 

the few days i had with him at the coffee shop were so relaxing; i felt like myself again. i finally felt happy for at least an hour each day.

but no matter how much i enjoyed it, it's not fair for him to like me when i'm just a suicidal, insecure teenage failure. 

i have to leave before this gets any further. 

goodbye.

my eyes welled up in tears as i read the entry.

she liked me, and i liked her, but she couldn't.

as i reread the entry, a phrase stood out to me:

"i finally felt happy for at least an hour each day."

i had made her happy; it was my intention when i saw her. i had totally forgot about the deal i made myself a few months prior because talking to her became my priority. 

that line meant that i was free to go. 

as i stumbled upstairs, i counted twenty pills in my palm, and swallowed them whole in one mouth-full. i felt myself go dizzy slowly.

goodbye, mum. i'll see you soon.

-niall

omf this is done

i think i may have killed you guys

i'm sorry 

ilyasm

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