Bored and aimless. Willing to do anything to attain some kind of feigned, short-lived acceptance from people I didn’t even like. Lacking or devoid of confidence on every possible measure of self-worth. Always on edge. Obsessed with other people’s perceptions of me. Willing to confide in people I had just met, but impossibly distant from my parents. Unable to imagine and plan for a time beyond the present. But most of all, I had absolutely no idea that in a few short years I would be a much more confident, stable, focused person. The worse things got for me then, the harder I try now. I feel like the horrible teenage years give us the drive we need to form our real identity later on.