I graduated high school a semester early. I started college a year late. I was busy building a car - basically a one-man, unguided internship. I seriously don't recommend it. It was the worst period of my life.
Really. It was a fucking heinous time. - picked my sister, whom I wasn't speaking to, up from jail twice - had a friend a year younger than me released into my recognizance pending trial - failed to score with a 17-year-old burnout - spent 90+ hours a week working on cars - listened to nothing but country and industrial - ran 8 plus miles a day, ate nothing, got down to 137 lbs (I'm 6') I desperately needed out, and I was desperately trapped. My metabolism is still fucked. You know you're not right in the head when you run 8 miles a day and don't eat. For three days. You even know it in your head, but you don't know it. You know?