Standing at my improvised computer desk in the kitchen, I just reread my life as told by MySpace messages. I'm still struck by the friendships that I let fall by the wayside as I focused all of my energy and time on winning you over and even more struck by how different the two of us seem now from then.

the best version of myself when I'm able to hide everything weak and ugly

you were upfront and I ignored everything

some of it I still try to hide and others I still ignore