An ode to teenage angst ๐Ÿ˜–

My mom sent me this poem, which I apparently wrote when I was 17. She asked if I was really unhappy at the time. I donโ€™t know. I remember listening to a lot of Violent Femmes and The Cure and painting pictures that involved blood and gore and also desperately wishing I had a girlfriend but never getting the nerve up to talk to any girls and staying up so late I had to drink Mountain Dew for breakfast every morning to drag myself to school and then still falling asleep in every class.


Donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m feeling better.

CEO of Medium, partner at Obvious Ventures, co-founder of Twitter, aspiring motivational speaker ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ