Hey guys, it's me.
Jess, the girl with brown hair, wearing loose clothing in which don't feel at ease. The wallflower. The girl that if encountered on the street probably you don't notice, because walks low head eating her nails. But I'm trying to change, my character is too weak, prevented me in so many things in last years. I'm ready to go forward.
A teenager as many that try to realize herself and make it proud the others. That we'll be remembered.
A teenager as many that try to realize herself and make it proud the others. That we'll be remembered.
The school starts, brings the autumn and I'm not ready. Leaves fall from the trees, and a bit I get lost too. It's a new test every day, where to find the strength to break all these walls?
"I don't know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who's gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite."
- Charlie's last letter.
- Charlie's last letter.
"Che poi bisogna ammetterlo: è anche un po’ colpa nostra, di noi donne dico. Quante storie d’amore e lieti fine abbiamo immaginato per uno sguardo di sfuggita, per un gesto gentile del ragazzo accanto a noi sull’autobus, per un messaggio insolito, per le strane coincidenze che ci fanno un po’ pensare? È anche colpa nostra. Fantastichiamo, e restiamo deluse. È che ci piace illuderci, inutile negarlo."