If I were to look at a picture of the younger me prior to 1999… I would say this:

Steven. Don’t make tell you I told you so… but all your present dreams will not happen. You’ll be entering into hell. You know… the thing that’s opposite from heaven and rhymes with bell? It’s best to stop dreaming your life when you hit 16, 18 or 21. It will not be as dreamy and as ideal as you think…

And this is what brought me to An Alleged Autistic, A Puzzling View on Relationships and 2020:Hopeless Autistic. If only I stopped believing in myself then, maybe I wouldn’t been so angry later.