September 7, 2012
Dear Charlie,
I have read your endless stories. Through your letters, I have understood other people who doesn't really bother to talk to me. There are people who sit there quietly, people who talk so loud they disturb others...and people like you and me, who wonder why they are here, not in a mean way but in a curious way.But I'm really glad I'm not the only kid who thinks this way. Most people think I'm weird, but not my bestfriends. Unlike you Charlie, I had this courage in me to talk to other people. The way you found your purpose in life is the same way I found mine; through my friends. I thought I would vanish from this world without someone knowing. I, too have those days when I'd rather sulk in a corner and read a book all day long until I'm tired. I'm not really bothered whether people talk about me behind my back and say something not nice. And guess what, I have my own "Sam" too, but I'm a girl so, a boy version of Sam. I ended up doing the same thing you did. I became a good friend. I love him...just from afar. My Sam is everything I wanted. Remember when you felt infinite? I haven't felt infinite yet, but I hope I will too someday. I'm really jealous of what you have. I'm really jealous because you have understanding parents. Remember the poem you told infront of Sam and Patrick and their parents? I understood that poem. I really did. But I might do the same thing as what the poet did. I tried connecting to another world through reading and luckily, I have connected to them..but it will all end once I finish a book. Reality will walk in and slap me hard. I never liked reality. Reality sucks. Charlie, probably that's the last letter I will ever receive because like what you've said you'll "participate" more. And I really hope that wouldn't be the last. This wouldn't be my last but I'll keep on writing in my own diary. I'll keep them till they get bulked but don't worry. I'll send them to you someday. Not today, not tomorrow, not next week, not next year.....but someday.
Love always,
Friend
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My Letters To Charlie
Non-FictionInspired by Perks Of Being A Wallflower, this is my letters to Charlie. This is sort of my diary and you'll get to know me once you read this. I'm not making this up.
