Mrrf.

i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

the perks of being a wallflower.

So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.

And I will believe the same about you.



Love always, Charlie
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