I was chuuni as fuck most of 9th and 10th grade. I wrote terrible Daria fan fiction with a self-insert, a Gary Stu of the worst kind - only he (who somehow hailed from the same hometown as me) was not only laid-back and chill with Daria and Jane, he had a girlfriend (who was TOTALLY NOT A REFLECTION of Mara Jade), a whole shabang of spy gadgets, and a spaceplane (whose physical description was TOTALLY NOT A REFLECTION of the Missile Boat from the TIE Fighter PC game) with a hyperintelligent and overly helpful supercomputer (whose behavior was TOTALLY NOT A REFLECTION of the computer from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) and had replicators (which were TOTALLY NOT A RIPOFF of Star Trek).
I was chuuni as fuck. No, really, I was chuuni as fuck.
It was worse. At one point my self-insert and the Daria cast went on a goddamn field trip to New York City where they MET AND INTERACTED WITH A SELF-INSERT OF ME AND MY FRIEND. As in directly. Who were in NYC coincidentally the same day. In the Brooklyn neighborhood where the one guy sells old Soviet military medals. To buy the same medal.
My self-insert of myself began to then make meta-jokes about my gun-toting self-insert.
CHUUNI.
AS.
FUCK.
Edit: Jesus Christ they're still out there
Edit 2: I'm going to make them a $9,001 raised goal for this year's charity drive!
Edit 3: removed some obvious clues, gotta keep it worth being charity raising