Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Breath in and out for 5-10

It would be a combination of elements from 8th and 9th grade.

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>>34618529
8th grade sucked for me.

For me, it would be 9th grade. I got sent to a literal sperg school. For the first time in a long time, I had friends. I wasn't so socially anxious because everyone around me was also a social retard. I felt content every day, and started looking forward to going to school. We almost never had homework, so there was never the stress of that. I could just do whatever after school. And my dad would drive me home and, because it was a 30 minute drive, we had chance to talk about lots of stuff. Sometimes he'd get me Taco Bell or nutter butters or what have you.

If I could go back to one time, it would be that. It never got any better, though 10th grade was close and I wouldn't mind that either. After that though I transferred back to a real school, and, while it was much better than my previous public school experience, it didn't measure up to the sperg one.

My first 3 months of NEETdom. Funnest time of my life. NEETdom has been tainted but if this being could clear my memories and let me live like that forever, that would be my choice.

forever in one stage of life? thats no life id want to live.

life is a journey, one that i hope ends well, but a journey nonetheless.

I have never had a time of life meets that criteria, you normie.
Now, if I could be fully immersed in my fantasies, that's another story.

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If I could just have the optimism of my youth, I don't even care what the circumstances are.

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>>34618920
this tbqh

I could live the exact same life I have now forever, as long as I had the optimism and mental energy and naivety of when I was 16.

Probably my first year of university. I was attractive then. I was desired. I was independent. I was still an alcoholic psychotic, but it was better somehow. Marginally so, at least.