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with a dear friend, with whom only a few months ago I started seriously to bind, since misunderstandings and jealousies have meant that we were not speaking for more than a year. It 'was very curious to know this girl is now six years since first year at art school and with it I began my "journey" formative adolescent say, starting to listen to a certain type of music and dress in a certain way, not caring blissfully the rest of the world.
I remember days spent studying at home or the other, sleeping, watching movies and doing worse shit for fun: we were good together, we just each other and hours of the day seemed too few to be able to do whatever we wanted.
I am still glad not to have lost this friendship, though many things have changed and time has made us grow and divide, in a sense; I thought about as I was fifteen years old and how I reacted to hear adults say "yours is just a phase," referring to clothing and the like. I remember the horrified faces of my mother when she saw my boots and my skirt absurd, the collar and neck with the tips dyed hair of unlikely colors, how to lower the damn screaming noise coming out from the speakers of my PC, which bass was now gone.
And I to smile, especially when I see teenagers around that follow a similar fashion, and are just stubborn like I was at the time, I'm thinking a lot about change, in fact. For the clothes that become more normal, natural hair color, shoes with a leather sole with no metal inserts, and yet only a short time has passed from those seventeen years when I thought no, I never stopped wearing New Rock and amphibians and that black was the color most beautiful in the world and that I'd wear forever. When I said I put my head in place and those things I would not have made more, for joy of all, that the term "punk" (So my mother had baptized) would never last forever and that sooner or later, I discovered that there were other colors and tennis shoes.

Some things are gone and others were sometimes still listen to Marilyn Manson though i prefer the Beatles or the Jefferson Airplane, Dir en Grey I like you always, even when I'm sad now I let myself go to the chants of Icelanders Sigur Ro and I know the strange voice of Thom Yorke. Simply, it is past the time of the corset and matching embarrassing, Japan always.
E 'past adolescence and leaves room for something older than twenty years, something that sometimes makes me feel uncomfortable, because I feel twice that but in the end it's better that way.
I still get excited, I feel surprised when I see an artist live, and this is enough for me, this is normal, times change, fashions change and we become great.

Sometimes we sacrifice ourselves to follow a fashion, conformist nonconformists before and after desperately, terrified of the loneliness that often is able to throw a pair of shoes or wrong ignorance about some band, a different way of thinking about soco is modeled by the mass.
I'm glad not to have lost myself, despite all my changes and I'm glad this myself, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, is so out of line by not fall once become "normal." It 's something that, in a sense, makes me proud: even if I can come back to the additives in worse ways, as unfortunately happens.
Why people do not grow or high school to university it is , a constant with which people like me are doing the math.

But I'm a bit 'happy with this myself, although it is strange to say now.