To be remembered

I don’t what was it but I suddenly had the urge to write a letter to a teacher from my old school for no particular reason although I’d say the message would be mainly directed at the school generally and not her personally. So here I was writing it all down in my notes app before transferring it on paper later on. It was basic and in my head I had this imagery that my teacher would talk all about it to the people who would’ve been my classmates this year if I didn’t move but then it struck me while going through some old texts between me and my friend, that nobody really remembers me. But who would anyway? Who would remember the girl who moved in from who knows where and never talked to anyone except a select few people? Who would remember the girl who was always quiet in class and never rebelled against the instructions given by teachers? I wasn’t cool or funny or pretty to even be slightly redeemable. I was awkward and weird and cringe and all those things but that was who I was and still am. I am all those things and forever will be because it’s what shaped me to be who I am right now in this moment. Yes it’s awful that nobody really talks about me at all now and that I was only a figure standing in the background of their memories in this present but it’s okay because most of those people will never matter to me now or in any length of time in the future. That’s just how it is. Soon none of these words will matter in the end, this is how it works. My words have no substance and you are simply reading everything and nothing at all