If you liked being a TEENAGER,
there’s something really wrong with you. I hated being a teenager.
If I could’ve skipped ages 13 through about 18, I would’ve been thrilled.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all terrible.
I had some good friends and some good times,
but overall, I was miserable inside.
I was constantly filled with angst and confusion and fear. My thoughts and ideas and dreams seemed so different from everyone else’s. I didn’t feel I fit in where I was, but I didn’t know where I would. I clung to the belief that things would be better when I got older, that I would finally feel good in my own skin.