Just call me Charlie.
∞
If I were to reach inside myself and expose to you every last detail about me, it would take nearly a lifetime. And I'm sure you don't have a lifetime to spare. In my eyes, exposing myself to others creates a false reality for myself, sets my hopes far too high, and traps me in my strange, altered reality. So, I'd be honored to provide you with the basics.
On Witty Profiles, I care to go by Charlie. Just Charlie. My true identity doesn't matter much; you wouldn't be interested in the real me anyhow. But don't let me having an alias worry you, I mean no harm whatsoever, honestly. I'm just another teenage boy with unrealistic hopes for everything, immense amounts of apathy, introversy, and opinions that tend to get me in trouble, but a hidden sense of curiosity and sensitivity with an overactive imagination, asks far too many questions and think the world will end over the smallest things. I'm just Charlie. I'm nothing special.
What I'm trying to ease into: don't be afraid to talk to me. This is a place where you may feel free to roam freely without judgement. If you need anything, someone to come to, you can confide in me completely. If you feel you have nowhere else to go, think of me. I know how it feels to be left alone when you need someone, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Also, don't be surprised if I write on your profile a simple Goodmorning or Good night. Or simply ask how your day is going. I might do it once in a while, in hopes to brighten your day a little. Who knows, maybe we'll become the best of friends someday. Because god knows we all need those. Even me.
Please believe 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.
“you come
home,
and everyone talks at
once
and everyone asks
questions,
but no one waits for the
answers.
Instead they talk
about themselves,
what they've been up to, what they're
going to do next, as if you're a photo
on
the wall. And then they
talk to one another,
forgetting you've
just flown in, forgetting you're
in the backseat, forgetting they've already said it
all.”
- Ellen Hopkins,
Crank