less cynical when I wore black..

[little_firestar]

I miss my teen-age years, and trust me, that’s something I never thought I’d admit, or even consider. It’s not just the “I’ve got no major problem” life-style (although a couple of major fallouts with my parents happened back then, and still carry repercussions, on both sides, in our relationship. One day I’ll tell you). I’ll admit it, I was, indeed, fat (over 80 kg) and I wore just black, huge clothes. But? But, somehow, I was happier. More free. And even more inspired. I wrote poetry, for Crying’ out loud! Guess what? I even had dreams. Tons of them. Many of them involving some form of art or another.

Guess life made my cynical….