During one of the colder day this past winter, I decided to go through the letters I got in high school and put them in a binder. I read some of them as I put them in the binder.
One of the first things I noticed was that most of them didn’t have dates. The next thing was some of the letters didn’t have names on them, leaving me to guess who wrote them. With some of them I was able to match the hand writing to another one with a name on it. With the rest, I had no fucking clue.
Some of the topics we wrote about in these letters were:
That bitch talking behind your back
What we did or didn’t do on the weekend
Crushes on Boys
I spent a lot of time laughing and cringing at my teenage letters. I can remember thinking I was so profound and brilliant as a teenager and nobody really understood me. As it turns out, I was an idiot like the rest of them. It was a wonderful trip back in time.