February 02, 2013 - 9:08
I also had very little self-awareness during that time in relation to the way I must have looked in moments of rest, but I recently found a long forgotten letter from my high school boyfriend/only friend from 16-18, suggesting a repining demeanor:
"Dear Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands,"
He had inherited his parent's record collection.
I don't remember very much anymore.
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