I have a notebook that my best friend and I used to write to each other in when we were 14. I’m not sure why, but I’ve saved it and moved half way around the world with it. Anyway, I got it out the other day re-read our adventures in junior high. I was such a goody-goody and she wasn’t too brilliant. We were not very nice to each other. We kept discussing grades and she did pretty poorly. Some of the things I wrote I made myself laugh again 11 years later. We were oddly interested in penises though. All that mystery I guess. Not sure what our attraction to each other was.

My brain boggles, I cannot comprehend and make sense of how much has changed. And I suspect I only actually remember a third [if that] of what’s happened between now and then.

I never ever want to have to live any of my life over again.