Justin was sitting in his room, which he had been doing a lot of lately, thinking, just thinking, it was all he done. He thought about how much he loved her. He thought about how he would never have her. He thought about the family an friends that he left to worry about him. He thought about how many people he had let down. He thought about how many people hated him. How much better the world would be without him.
He had already let down so many people. He was almost positive that everyone hated him now. So what was the point of living if no one wanted him here?
They were all negative, his thoughts. All about death, suicide, hate. About his unreturned love. Him being unwanted, and, another things about these thoughts, is that he couldn't avoid them. He couldn't ignore them. They were there and he couldn't run away from them. He had nothing to stop them from coming, so they came.
His best friend Alessia, came to check on him everyday, but he never replied, he was stuck in his thoughts, ideas, he didn't notice anyone, anything. The only things that he did notice were his thoughts, the thoughts that were driving him insane. He could do nothing, he was stuck with his thoughts in a room with no one but himself. All he felt was empty. His mind was full, but his heart was empty.