I'm reading stuff I wrote as a 19-year-old man-child.
If I could go back and tell myself stuff, I'd say:
"Relax. Don't worry. Things straighten themselves out, if you stay true and good and honest. Fuck what people say. They're just bluffing most of the time, and you are not their center of the universe. You must care about yourself, because no one else does.
"And," I would say, as I prepare to leave myself, "For fuck's sake, please finish your stories. I'm having trouble remembering how this thing I wrote 11 years ago ends. Oh, and Apple? She's a bad idea, bro."