I haven't written in ages. And all I have been able to come out with after struggling with a blank page the whole day, is THIS.
When I was thirteen a Wordsworth like boy who was loved nature and who I liked very much told me that he was not now, not ever going to date me because I was too different, too boyish compared to other girls.
If I met him today, I would tell him: "Actually I like being different. Oh...and from thirteen year old me, fuck you."