Sometimes I like to go back in time and read old things I posted on various sites.
I have come to the conclusion that my own personal **** would include me being forced to read a book with nothing but my old social media posts for the rest of eternity.
I know everyone cringes at their former selves (especially when looking back at their teenage years), but good lord I was unbearable. How did I have friends?
My teenage self can best be summed up by this sentence: A koreaboo and weeb who is overly-sensitive, a huge j.erk, and painfully socially awkward. I was so uncomfortable with who I was as a teenager, that I legitimately pretended to be Korean for a few months. RIP. I'm dead. The embarrassment is too much.
To sum it up, this is me reading things teen Emily typed without irony: