My year of being 16 is almost over, and I have no hopes that I could possibly do anything other than be a more mature version of myself trapped in a long haired, depressed guy who nobody cared about in the slightest when I was going through some really heavy issues with people fucking with me because I was so desperate to be accepted. I should be saying that I spent many wasted days sitting alone, but really, they would have been just as wasted if I hadn't have been sitting alone.
Now I'm a short haired, invisible, agoraphobic, paranoid, depressed guy who nobody cares about... and that's it. At least I get a car now. That's okay, I guess, takes the edge off the fact that nobody will prescribe me Zoloft unless I be more of an emofag than I already am.
Long story short, If I returned to 2009, I'd probably end up killing myself.
Yay! ANOTHER dumpy story!