Hey, 16 year old me. It's me again. The washed up 37 year old version of yourself. I would like to give you some advice. Do a whole bunch of drugs. Drink more. Get out of the house. That person you're pining for is not worth it. Trust me, I can see this all with the clarity of someone who honestly doesn't want to wake up in the morning any more. And it all started with you. You, 16, wishing for something and watching too many John Hughes movies. Stop watching so much TV. Throw away your comic books. Take down all your stupid posters and cut your fucking hair. Maybe then we'll both have a chance. Eh, who the fuck am I kidding? You can't hear me. I'm sure right now that the 57 year old me is trying to send the same message to the 37 year old me, but then again, I don't see myself ever being 57. Then again, I thought I'd be dead by the time I was 23. And I sure wished I was dead by the time I was 30. So what the fuck do I know, being 37? I've learned absolutely nothing at all. So I have nothing to teach to you at all.

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