Now that the semester is over, and summer has begun, I've had some free time. Naturally, that's led to watching Netflix, talking to friends, reading, and of course, Facebook stalking. Out of curiosity, I spent today poring over old pictures from my past, going back so far as the sixth grade (that's right I reactivated my old account for this), and realized that there is a very good reason why Facebook sets 18 as the mandatory age to get an account. Of course, I hadn't listened to that and found a number of gems, almost all of which stemmed from my ongoing status as a "chronic picture ruiner." So, here are 27 thoughts you have whilst stalking yourself on Facebook:

"Wow, I was cool."

"No, actually. I was SO cool."

"Fierce, even."

"At this point, I'm just throwing in the towel and giving up hope."

"These are terrifying."

"I thought I was a model, too. Nice."

"I'm literally going to start hyperventilating."

"Oh, jeez."

"Oh."

"Maybe it was just a phase."

"...maybe not."

"I mean, I guess it's all good."

"At least you were the life of the party, right?"

"Even if you were... yeah..."

"Did everyone take pictures like this? Or was I the only one?"

"This one doesn't even need a comment."

"I had friends, right? Or was that all just an illusion?"

"Why? Why were you dancing with a plate on your head?"

"What even? Just smile!!!!!!! Why didn't you just smile!!!!!"

"I'm going to start crying. Oh, nice. I was crying in 2013, too."

"...and we're back to balancing things on our head. Nice."

"You even killed it at prom. Fabulous."

"Someone needed to make you stop. Desperately."

"At least you figured it out in college, right?"

"...right?"

"Right???????"

"Right?!?!?!?!?"

"Let's just call it a work in progress."