Write your diary ... About
Yesterday I bought the black book for the university .. no well-known brands, no diaries funny ... only a small black book covered with pineapple and stars ...
But when it came time to write the birthdays, the header, addresses, phone numbers ... I experienced that feeling I always when I start to fill in a journal or diary ...
I seemed to get back 13-14 years and to be lying on my bed at home to dream ... I journal to imagine the future, thinking about the girl I like, standing next to a cult of the newspapers of the period "Kiss me".
In those years it seemed so far away my life as a young woman, I felt so eager to grow and I could not wait to grow up.
Today I do not know if I grew up, I only know that the more time passes, the more I realize I am no longer that little girl who looked like people in their thirties or older adult who knows how .. but as peers.
scares me grow, I confess. Sometimes I would stay at this firm because I'm afraid it is not yet ready to deal with a later age.
I think it's normal, probably happened to each of you who are reading.
On the one hand I would never go back to those long summer days spent on the balcony of a house to write, draw, puppets and poems nazionalpopolari shared by most adolescents, questions about the future, on the other hand I would enjoy again those sweet moments, thoughtless, where the worst thing that could happen was you receive a note in the diary ...
I think I'm growing willy-nilly.
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