My own "No Good Days"

My aunt was throwing out old old stuff from elementary school that I kept (because I am a complete pack rat). I was looking through old papers and laughed at the insignificance of what I wrote back then, grunting at the little exercises they made us go through. Then there was piece of paper with hearts, diamonds, and stars - the typical 2nd grader decorations - with a ghost, a bat, and a pumpkin; 'Happy Halloween' is stenciled into the sides. However, what I wrote was far from euphoric, far from anything relating to Halloween. Who knew I was emotional even when I was a 6-7 years old.

I'm not going to post what I wrote because it contains too much of me. The simple words are too striking, too painful, and too real. I guess because of this I relate so well with certain kids in the camps I used to counsel.

Anyways, here's the point, I mentioned it in passing to you and I didn't expect you to ask me to send it you. But you did. For some reason, I'm more compelled to be honest with you, maybe wanting you to see me exposed (Har har). You were probably expecting something happy and bubbly, completely different from what it truly was. I don't know if you noticed but this one little piece defined my childhood. When I finally sent it to you, I think that you realized why I'm semi-like this. Why I think the way I do, why I can kind of relate to you. Why I'm not exactly the normal college girl.

I am and was scared of what I showed you because this whole time it's been you opening up. I've been holding back, holding myself in because you never asked. But now as I bare my soul with you, I wonder as to what you're thinking. Do you feel slightly more like perhaps we're kindred spirits?