Being a mid-realm teenager (14, 15, 16 and sometimes 17) can feel like a cross between a Eugene O’Neil or Edward Albee melodrama and a kind of low-simmering horror film. Or at least, it felt that way to me. Okay, most of the time I was dead bored or lost in television or a movie I'd recently seen or seething about some suffocating parental restriction, but during those periods when I actually faced my situation I was engulfed in something that felt like a form of suffocation.