absolutely fucking hate that this is where his story ended. I wanted him to have time to find peace and health and make the serious amends he needed to.
all I can imagine is 13 year old me coming home from being bullied all day to my bedroom filled with one direction posters and sitting on my bed to watch their interviews, music videos, funny moments
man. it feels so weird being in your 20s mourning a celebrity who you once grew up with. shaped your teenage hood and you made life long friends out of. at the same time not excusing who he became but also trying to grieve who he once was.