Dear Charlie,
Today I did flip because my mother was pissing me off, but I got over it.
She still taking my phone, but that's alright as long as I have my tablet.
Atleast I still have some type of music.
I'm so glad I put those last two PTV albums on there, so I can get my post hardcore rock.
I had my phone all last weekend and trust and believe I went back on kik.
I was honest with all the people who I talked to.
I didn't lie about who I was and people still talked to me.
It was a little boring though but I have more respect for myself.
But early this week I did cut again.
I switched spots. She checks my wrists now.
What she gonna do strip me?
And its not my thigh, which is like the 2nd most popular cutters spot, I went to the 3rd most popular.
I also found a new love donald glover aka childish Gambino.
I love him and his music
He has become my "black bae"
I apparently have a lot of bars, which is a shame.
One is Dylan O'Brien, the other is ed Sheeran, and Evan peters.
I labeled them as different baes.
DB is my more than human bae.
ES is my life changer bae.
VF is my inspirational bad.
And EP is my creepy AHS bae.
Well my computer is acting weird so...
Remember: LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE
Love always,
Me
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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.