I was a foul teenager, a spoilt, miserable BRAT. Not in the post Charli xcx era brat era way. I was the devil reincarnated, for many reasons, and thinking back now makes me so embarrassed I actually started crying in this.
Here’s me reflecting on making my parents life hell, why at 18-20 you are probably the worst version of yourself, and why it’s important to mull over the past versions of yourself in order to grow.
Peace