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I was pretty fake. I tried to live up to Ron's standards.
But when I discovered that three of my best friends had NOTHING in common with me, and that Ron loves me for a much deeper reason than my show count and my hair, I felt like I suddenly knew the world.
I don't wear make-up anymore and I tied my hair back in a bandana. I claim edge in the most humble manner. I speak when I am spoken too. I carry my ideals. I don't belong to a clique or a gang or a crew. I have friends. I listen to what I feel like. I make art, I paint until I'm callused and sing until my throat bleeds. I don't need this ... counterfeit in my life.
I know who I am, and I'll be standing here for a while. I'm going to be 18 in two months. When you've reached the level of honest growth and hope and uncaring like my other friends, then talk to me.
My friends are not people I talk to at shows, or the top friends on my myspace. They're not the ones that have my back in a fight...
There the ones that shake their heads when they find out I was fighting because they know me in and out and know that's not where I stand.
These passer bys may have your back but they can just as easily stab it. A true friend has you 360 covered, so you're protected but you can see their hands.
But when I discovered that three of my best friends had NOTHING in common with me, and that Ron loves me for a much deeper reason than my show count and my hair, I felt like I suddenly knew the world.
I don't wear make-up anymore and I tied my hair back in a bandana. I claim edge in the most humble manner. I speak when I am spoken too. I carry my ideals. I don't belong to a clique or a gang or a crew. I have friends. I listen to what I feel like. I make art, I paint until I'm callused and sing until my throat bleeds. I don't need this ... counterfeit in my life.
I know who I am, and I'll be standing here for a while. I'm going to be 18 in two months. When you've reached the level of honest growth and hope and uncaring like my other friends, then talk to me.
My friends are not people I talk to at shows, or the top friends on my myspace. They're not the ones that have my back in a fight...
There the ones that shake their heads when they find out I was fighting because they know me in and out and know that's not where I stand.
These passer bys may have your back but they can just as easily stab it. A true friend has you 360 covered, so you're protected but you can see their hands.