Dear Edmund:
You have been changing seats when we go to the computer classroom, and you are supposed to sit next to me, and I feel absolutely insane, for thinking it is because of me. Not everything is about me, but I thought that, and I can't prevent myself for thinking stuff. I found out why Natalie was crying, that other day, or maybe it's just a rumor. But I heard you had already broken up with her, and she asked for another chance, and you said no. I felt sorry for her, but I also feel glad, just a little bit, well maybe a lot. Because maybe you- shit, no, stop, not everything is about me.
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Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
