Dearest whatever your name really is,
Isn’t it wonderful how the tiniest pieces of experiences we have over the course of our lifetime mold us into who we are today and who we’ll be tomorrow because that person is always changing, for better or for worse and whether we want to or not?
Most interesting is that what you considered rambling I felt sad when it came to an end. If nothing else, I’m grateful for the choices you made, experiences you had and things you’ve done because it brought you here. It brought you to a time and a place allowing me to read your wonderfully written memoir even if you did only allow me a 7 minute glimpse of it.
I highlighted the parts of your story I felt, for me, were the most powerful when I read them. You are in fact a writer, even if it doesn’t pay well. You write words which connect with people so maybe it does pay well, just not monetarily.
Also, middle school was bullshit. I totally agree.