July 13, 2009
Dear Charlie,
I'm having trouble sleeping, it has been like this all week, to be honest I think that if I slept 12 hours this week was too much. It has been a lonely day, no uncle, no Judith, no Sam, just a cup of coffee and three cigarettes. I know you hate when people smoke, I do too, but I can't see what else I can do to keep my thoughts away.
I feel numb, like I'm in no where, lost, and insecure. I'm home sick, yet I know there's nothing there awaiting me. Mother maybe, but then she'll go back to her things, and I'll go back to be emotionally bullied. I wish I could talk to her, I wish I could talk to you. I have work tomorrow and I don't want to go, my stomach ache, and I often get worried if Judith had eaten, I'm home sick, but I don't want to leave this place, here at least I have someone that notices me, I do not know untill when, but I don't wanna waste any time I still have. I wonder if you're getting my letters, I haven't heard from you. I'm worried.
Love,
Joctan
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Life is Beautiful
General FictionLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
