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What advice would you give to your teenage self?

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Advice to My Teenage Self

Hey, teenage me—chill out, okay? Stop being such a drill sergeant to yourself and everyone else. Spoiler alert: you’re gonna trip over your own feet, and so will your heroes. It’s not the end of the world—it’s just life’s way of keeping you humble. Oh, and here’s a hot tip: dump your allowance into Apple, Google, and Microsoft. Trust me, your future wallet will send me a thank-you note.

High school was a wild ride—I mean, I was basically Superman, racking up wins left and right. Felt like I could conquer anything, and I kinda did for a hot minute. But then—WHAM—epic faceplants happened, and I wasn’t ready for the crash landing. Even the “perfect” people around me turned out to be human, which blew my tiny teenage mind. (Seriously, who let them be flawed?)

Here’s where I screwed up: I turned into Judge Judy on steroids. Someone messed up? I’d pile on like their failure needed a cherry on top. And me? I’d beat myself up worse than a piñata at a kid’s party. Big mistake. It didn’t just sting—it torched friendships and left me thinking I was a walking disaster. Newsflash: failure’s not a felony. So, my sage advice? Take a chill pill—people screw up, you screw up, it’s fine. You’ll live. Stop hauling around guilt like it’s your new BFF.