Dear Charlie,
I needed to tall to you again today.
My infiniteoment has gone to shit.
It is now 10:10 at night and the mother I know has returned.
She yells at me because I said that my head hurt and I kinda do t won't to do anything right now.
Let me remind you I've been stressed out because it is the week before finals and when I come home I just wanna be at peace.
While she's slept for hours and doesn't want to get her ass up yo do anyhing and all she does is talk on the phone with random dudes. I'm left with one of the most perfect days become straight shit within 10 minutes.
Long story shot I cut again.
I don't know if I can do this anymore. I don't have anyone here with me.
Superman won't answer my texts or snapchats.
I don't know what to do. Where there goes leaving the past in the past.
Remember: LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE.
Love 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.
