"I loved my life," I would tell myself. I told myself this line for days. Moving across the country at sixteen is hard. Every day i would grow more resentful of the people that i thought did this to me, new home, new school, new people, new life. I did not want any of it. "I loved my life," saying this to myself although I knew it was not true. The problem with being a teenager is that you think you are always right and that the entire world is just out to get you.