Honestly, as bad as I feel about my life and myself, I don't know if I'd want to. Without the very specific events of my life, I wouldn't have met the people I care about at the right place and at the right time. Maybe I'd have another set of friends, maybe I'd have more of them, maybe I'd have a girlfriend. But I wouldn't have memories of smoking with my friends outside our dorms, staying up until 5 AM making dumb jokes and laughing. I wouldn't have been there to talk my friend out of suicide, or help calm my other friend down after he got his heart broken by a girl. And for all those memories, there's probably a hundred bad ones, and a hundred times I've screwed up. But I accept the person I am, for better or worse, and I wouldn't even be him if I had had a different life.