September 14, 1992
Dear friend,
I know I told you I probably would not have time to write you anymore letters. That I would be trying to "participate", but I find it really hard to do sometimes. To participate I mean. And I feel that writing you letters helps me to work out all the thoughts and feelings in my head.
Being a sophomore is no different than being a freshman. Except that the classes are a little harder and the teachers a little stricter. I miss having Bill as my English teacher. I write Bill letters and he gives me books to read, but it's not the same as having him for a teacher.
I miss Sam, Patrick and everybody. I miss them very much, and it hurts. Sometimes it hurts so much that I just have to cry. I've been crying a lot lately. And I've been having dreams about Sam and sometimes my Aunt Helen. I am very sad when I think about Aunt Helen and what she did to me. I can't stop loving her. I have tried, but I can't.
I don't have much to do with my time other than read and do home work. And I write a lot of letters. Remember when I told you I would like to be a writer? I wasn't, and still am not, sure if being a writer for a news paper would mean I have to lie all the time, but if it did I wouldn't want to do that. I have been thinking lately that maybe instead I could be a novelist.
I could be my own Edger Allen Poe. I have already written several poems and short stories on my typewriter. Maybe I will include one in my next letter. My sister is trying to teach me how to dance. She says its important I learn so I can dance at Bill's wedding. I'm taking Sam as my date and am really looking forward to it.
Love always,
Charlie