The third apartment was as packed as ever. I removed each item in there very carefully. It was like a walk through the sands of time. I found so many stuff that I hid, so many memories and fragments of a broken past. The most interesting item I came across was a small, A5 size book with a "moth eaten" black leather cover. It was a book with yellowing pages filled with 5 years of disturbing memories, preserved, untouched and safe. The stuff I found was incredible. Some of the pieces were completely full of non-sense, whereas others were still the same and very true. I tore off the non-sense and kept the rest safe and sound. I thought of sharing a piece of writing in it with you guys. Its no the whole writing, just an extract from somewhere in the middle. Here it is. It was dated and headed as,
06-01-2003
Today I turned into a teenager!
"...In our life it is important that we have many friends, with who we can have fun. School is very important for us, but many teenagers don't check this. Because they think there are other important things. Many teenagers have boy/girl friends for whom they live.
Then there are the boys and girls who think they are cool and very funny when they sit in front of the computer every day, but really they miss the real life and the fun which their friends have.
Life is very good when you have many friends, when you have fun and enjoy life. Life is at its end for many teenagers when they lose their boy/girl friend.
Many teenagers have trouble with their parents; they think that the parents want to ruin their life. A lot of teenagers test drugs, cigarettes at 15 or 14 years and think they were cool, but they don't know that they ruin their lives. Life is very nice when you think of yourself and do what you want and like it, and when you're not going to break only because other people say bad things about you........."
It might have some mistakes 'cause I was only a boy then. I wanted you guys to see it just the way it was. Hope you guys had a nice time reading it. See ya
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