September 4, 1995 Dear Friend, I'm about to start my senior year. I know I haven't written a letter in a while but this summer I've been busy with Sam and Patrick and all my friends from school. The doctor said that I might get to stop going to checkups. She says I'm getting better. I don't want you to think I'm not me anymore because I am. I'm just still learning how to cope with myself. I don't know why I still right these letters to you, you probaly think I'm still crazy but I'm getting better. I'm still in high school but I only have a hundred and eighty more days 'til I'm free and get to spend my time going to liteture school. I'm going to become a real writer. Bill still gives me books to write about and I'm good with that because I'm still me, a wallflower. Remember were infinite. Love always, Charlie This book is kinda just how I imagine Charlie later in life and his problems around him. Suck with updating this is still kind of an idea so I don't know where this is going.