The time after I blamed a lot of people for everything. My parents for not beliving me. In a way I still blame them today. So I became that kind of teenager, which a lot of people are calling problematic child. I was a wild punkrocker. Not giving a shit about my parents and anybody.
Only my animals, my friends and my first love.
The only important people in that time: my best female friend A. and my first love T. (both punkrockers like me), we were doing all the soft drugs we could get.
But life can get always worse.
On a party my best friend A. was having sex with my boyfriend in front of everybody.
I remember very well, the face of annother friend, when she told me, better not to go in the other party room.
After that I got totally out of control. A. needed about a year to get my friendship back. In the end the guy was not worth the trouble we had. But I never forgot. Deep inside I always wanted to pay back - even she was my friend. Strange, isn't it?
A. and me were always hitch hiking together through the world to all the parties and clubs we wanted to go. Was a wild and crazy time until ...
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