I read Master of Murder by Christopher Pike when I was 13 and it affected my identity. I don’t think it was a bad thing. I can’t believe I woke up an hour earlier every morning just to get the early bus and hang out with those moody zombies, think I started going to the library instead. Probably to wear sunscreen and cut my hair more often. That was when I first dyed it black. Don’t skip violin lessons my mum paid for. FB was bad but I never used my real name on it and it got banned, so maybe that worked out okay.
Advice to 16yr old me would be to not delete my Twitter, it was gold and before people sucked the life out of me, I don’t have that humour anymore.
Obviously i would tell myself to bet on certain games that i remember the outcome of.
I would make myself rich. But then i would also change, and perhaps change in a way so that i never managed to speak to myself anyway and thereby nullified the whole event.
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