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20th December 2016
12:18am GMT

Ah, the life of a teenager. We look back now with rose-tinted glasses upon the days of unbridled possibilities and flourishing relationships, when really our days of yore were a fantastic display of continuous discomfort.
Being an adult may involve stamp duties and deadlines, but we'd take that over these 18 struggles any day...
Those free texts raise you up, only to crush you back down.
Or, equally...

100 WAS NEVER ENOUGH.

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...then being the walking Antichrist the next.

Like a year too late.

And maybe looks, and potentially everything else.

Or the hundred different ways you styled your hair to attempt to look like your older sibling.
Or even attempting the steaming kettle trick to replace the photo on their paper license...

Also, fancying everyone.
How did we go about our lives?

Or 'non-uniform days' for townies.
Attempting to emulate a look that looks fresh to death, but also like you couldn't care less, was the most arduous of tasks.

Or money. Or a car. Or means of getting by.


Forgot your blue pen and you must use black? OH GOD, ANYTHING BUT THIS.

''No, you can't invite him because he topped her and they went to the cinema and shifted while he was supposed to be her other half on Bebo. Like, can you think of anything worse?''

Your Bebo pages needs updating or no-one will give you their luv!

When school is your social life, you have to look slick as can be from 8am onwards.
Not to mention the sick threads you've bought yourself for PE.

And eye-rolling like a champ when the phrase 'your body is changing' is rolled out.

But what if they're there mum? What if they're THERE?

It may have been a random passer-by on a bus but... Jack and Rose knew nothing of this PAIN.

Who wins this time, your evil core or your conscience?
