You are the Hatching Chick. You are a daydreamer. You have a dozen go-to fantasies and hypothetical universes to explore. You wish you could time travel. You have so much you'd like to tell yourself. To warn yourself about. Even going back a year would save you a ton of heartache. You like to think that all of the dumb mistakes you've made were on account of you being young and stupid, but you make the same mistakes now. Does that mean you're dumb and stupid? You doubt it: your problems are just more sophisticated, more interconnected with the lives of others, and you're definitely smarter than you were. You sometimes reread old text conversations and wonder how you could have improved them. You sometimes doubt that anything really changes. You're often convinced that you never will.