Gah, the days when I was thirteen, seventh grade. No social skills, friends who made the nerds look like coolios, shouting out Shitcase Cinema quotes, playing as Godfrey Ho ninjas, throwing my lunchbox when at recess after lunch, my old D.R.I. hoodie that I really want back, playing Skyrim every day before school, drawing 9000 pentagrams on my homework and printing logos and album covers off my computer, cutting them out and taping them to my binder.

I both miss it and cringe.