When I was a middle schooler , and if I'm being honest, a high schooler, I thought I was deep AF. The pain that coursed through my little hormonal veins was so potent. My LiveJournal was filled with Radiohead lyrics that not-so-subtly were directed at my ex-boyfriend, and stupid pictures with sad filters and contrived poetry. I scrawled the same lyrics on my ripped jeans and walked miles with my Discman with tears in my heavily lined eyes thinking about how hard my life was. While I grew out of…