Dear Charlie,
As I sit here listening to Ed Sheeran on television at 11:30 at night, it makes me sad.
It takes me back to the time when I had no one other than Ed Sheeran.
It takes me back to when I first started cutting.
Now I have other people like Peirce the Veil, Lana Del Rey, and NeverShoutNever.
I think I need to listen to more ed Sheeran, I want to get back to the old me.
The one that would of died if I didn't listen to Ed for more than a day.
I want to freak out every time I saw him.
I want to protect my ginger Jesus.
He doesn't even know how much he impacted me, if he knew he would never forget me.
But would he treat me different because of my scars.
My heart will always belong to him.
No matter how many people come into my life.
No matter how rock and roll I become.
He and you will always be my Supermen.
Remember: LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE
Loves always,
Me
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The Perks of Being Me
RandomCharlie's story inspired me to write about my freshman year although its almost over. I've already been writing letters just not to Charlie but I think he should know my story too.
