Tips on surviving two decades.

I don't know how I managed to earn this.

I'm officially out of my teens in a dozen days and can no longer put my instabilities on teen angst. It's an odd thought.

The first ten years of life were just living and learning how to become a human being. I was a spoiled only child from a Loving family in a good home going to a private Christian school. I did what was necessary for me to make it through school, cheating and doing the least amount of work possible. I made few lasting friends at the school and have few truly fond memories of it, I was kind of a geek and am not at all religious anymore.

I graduated with average grades, showing no promise in any departments. I didn't do a shred of homework the whole time and this nasty habit would carry over to High School.

I entered High School with a poor work habit and riding out my parents separation as well as my first time masturbating. That was an interesting summer.

I didn't try too hard in High School, passing classes on wit and my natural smarts. I didn't exploit the school at all, I was there as little as possible. I would go to first block and then skip second block, not show up some days until noon when I felt like it, and all just to be rebellious and prove some fucking retarded point. I wasn't even recognized for this "achievement."

It was here I met all of the women who would make a lasting impact in my life. None of the relationships I started survived for more than a year, and I exited a broken and extremely depressed man.

I tried committing suicide that summer, failed, and wound up in a year long slump. Little happened in this time asides endless hours of TV and sitting around the house. I met some people, lost touch with more. Some I regret, most not.

And here I am now. Living on my own, going to college at the gentle age of twenty. If I had any advice for my parents in the past it would be to force me to go back to school after I graduated and not let me fuck the dog for as long as I have. It's done nothing but hurt me.

I have to try and change all my habits. I have to try and meet new people and make a lasting impression. I have to graduate with high grades and have a clear image of what I want to do with my life when I'm done.

My luck has kept me alive, smart, in decent shape, and most of all Loved. I don't deserve any of these things.

It's time to man the fuck up and make something of myself. Make a name. It's time.