Old Letters and Forgotten Friendships

When sifting through your Memory Box (yes, I call it a Memory Box. Problem?), you must brace yourself for some a lot of pain. During the dig, I found so many notes and letters. Letters from ex-friends, old acquaintances, distant relatives. Thank you notes for things I don't remember anymore, congratulations on a myriad events and milestones in my life that I'd forgotten I accomplished. Had some archaeologist chosen to research my life through interactions with others based on letters I'd received, he/she might have come to a number of interesting and deceiving conclusions about my life:

1. That I have a lot of friends: This is false because most of the letters from "friends" in my Memory Box are from people who I've grown to hate exceedingly dislike. 
2. That I've spent a lot of my life in the hospital/being sick: Actually this one isn't that far from the truth. Being a diabetic isn't all fun and games and great excuses, you know?
3. That I have accomplished a great many important things in my life: I've honestly accomplished little. I feel like John Milton in the poem "When I Consider How My Light Is Spent." In a few months I'll have lived a quarter of my life and I don't see myself as having done anything worthy of a quarter of my worldly experience.
4. That I have a deep connection with my distant relatives: Frankly, most of the time I wish I knew none of my relatives. 

Not everything is dark and dismal when sifting through piles of memories. Take this wonderful surprise as an example:

This is THE best find to have made it's way into my unsuspecting fingers in a long time. Honestly, who would've known that $50 could cure all the misery I felt at reading old letters? 

Of course, the only way to truly forget how innocent we used to be as kids and to try to forget the good times with people I've been hurt by, is to eat cupcakes. Which is exactly what I did after tidying up the Ol' Memory Box. 

Bon Appetit!