Dear Charlie,
Yesterday I kind of really wasn't in the mood. My mom saw something about a fourteen year old girl talking to a teacher and they were kind of in a relationship.
I didn't want to watch it and left. The thing that made me mad was that she brought it up an hour later and was like let me see your phone.
That pissed me off. Besides that I had a complete insominac attack or whatever. I couldn't sleep to save my life.
I ended up moving stuff around in my room and cutting with a piece of glass I found. I didn't cut too deep but it still left my wrists all red and puffy.
I nearly forgot about how it felt and trying to hide it. I'm not that big on bracelets but I will be getting some because cutting your thighs is a whole lot different then cutting your wrist.
Well I'm about to got to the store. By the way it's like 94°, ugh.
Remember: LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE
Love always,
Me
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The Perks of Being Me
De TodoCharlie'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.
