#neckweardontcare For flaunting your scarves, subtly.
#aurevoirdontcare For when you’re saying goodbye to someone you didn’t really like anyway and also you don’t really remember much about French pronunciation.
#bartletpeardontcare For when you’re starting to eat healthier but don’t want to seem braggy.
On the night of May 25, 2014, I curled up in bed and waited to die. My Twitter mentions were bursting with reasons why I should. I was a man-hater. I was a rabid feminist. I was capitalizing on a tragedy. I was a terrorist in sheep’s clothing. I was a hypocrite. There were many that had creatively utilized a 140-character limit to fantasize about particularly creative ends for me. What I’d asked for. What…
If you are of a certain age, the tweets from your awkward and tormented teen years will almost certainly come back to haunt you in job interviews of the future. Because what’s published on the Internet never dies.
Disclaimer: All tweets in this post were published by real teenagers in the year 2013. Names have been changed.
Interviewer: Thanks again for coming in today, Katie. We really appreciate your time and loved…
