I’ve been there, I hated everything about high school and college thanks to my stutter. Slowly, it just got better and easier to cope, not because I stuttered less, but because I became more comfortable in my own skin. 21 is a hard age, you feel like you’ve seen a lot, and you have…but as you get older, confidence will come and you’ll care less about your stutter, it won’t define you in any way. I’m 40 now, have a great life with two kids and woman who could give two shits about my stutter…hell, I even have a job that has me surrounded by stand up comics all day (I’m not a comic), and they, of all people, don’t define me (or mock me) for my stutter. Looking back, having a stutter was a blessing…it forces us to turn inward from an early age, living in our own quiet hell. But for me, that hell created empathy, first for others…and eventually for myself. And that empathy has taken me much further in life than any dumbass in high school who could speak perfectly fine, but had nothing to say. Hang in there, it absolutely gets easier.