Hi Phil,
It's really late at night, or early in the morning, depending how you look at it.
It's one of those nights where I can't fall asleep. My over active imagination goes insane, and forces me to remember the horrible details of murder scenes.
Even though the only thing I have to worry about is rolling out of bed.
But even though I'm so wound up, it's calming to be writing this, like somehow I'm talking to you. And we're having our own little conversation.
I dream a little to much sometimes.
That I'm soaring through the sky, cutting through the wind.
That I'm walking the streets of London, my home.
That I'm granted 100,000 dollars and can by all the books Id ever want.
That I'm friends with you.
Is that to much to ask for?
I guess it is. I guess nothing is ever as perfect as we wish. But that's just the rule of life, right? We all have that figured out so might as well make the best of it.
Love always,
Camden
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FanfictionHi Phil, I've decided to write you these emails. You might never see them. I know there are so many other fans. Why should you stumble upon my letters. Out of all the other fan mail. But it doesn't hurt to try does it? Love always, Camden //Note-I...
