When people talk about the teenage years, it's always beautiful memories. Parties, good grades, pranks on others, the first kiss. But they seem to forget the nights where you cannot sleep, you're having trouble breathing, your heart, your head, actually your entire body, hurts. The times, where you stand alone in the corner, the time, when you finally think, you got it in a rather difficult subject, and you lay your heart and body into it, but still, you get a bad grade. They don't tell about the crush, who seems to be the one for you, but doesn't even know, you exist. They don't tell about the mistake, where you dye your hair in a not-so-suitable colour. They don't tell about the nights, when you just want to stop all of it, end your life, even before it really begins. And then they say, that it's the golden years.