I'm feeling really lousy right now. I'm tired, grumpy, and I don't want to have to do ANYTHING for a while. The cure? Be fifteen for a week.
How did I not appreciate the life I lived when I was fifteen? I did nothing. All day. I lounged around and watched movies and played video games and hung out with my friends. That was it. I didn't need a car. I didn't need money. I didn't have anywhere to be or anyone to take care of. Life was vacation. And I couldn't wait to grow up.
If I could travel back in time to any point in history, I would go back seventeen years to when I was fifteen. I would find myself and hide behind something until I heard myself complain about how boring everything is. Then I would jump out and punch myself in the balls.
Thank you,
Matt Beers
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