I was the shy smart kid who didn't kill himself studying like the god-tier, abused-by-parents-to-get-into-Harvard/MIT smart kids, but who secretly wished he was more dedicated like them, and who everyone thought was a bit off because nobody got his fucking jokes, and who was too chubby to get any attention from the ladies, and who only had a few consistent/close friends, and who used to get picked on by everyone for some bizzaro rumor that got started god-knows-how, and who somehow just managed to avoid suicide or joining the local Trenchcoat Mafia No. 66, until senior year, when people realized he was alright and the girls actually kind of liked him, but at which point he was the least confident human being on the planet, and consequently, who had to pull the pieces of his personality together in the first year or two of college.
edit: 13-17 sucked so much.