Hey, hey, hey! It's your girl Lenna, checking in from the wild world of teenage rebellion. Or at least that's what I feel like playing my grandma's old guitar that I just found in the garage again. It's been a minute since I last played it, and it's been a minute since I spilled my thoughts all over the place, so let's dive into the chaos, shall we?
Oh, I love playing my guitar even if my fingertips gets permanent marks from it after a few hours. I feel like a litteral rockstar, and not like I need to be as silent as I always am. I feel like screaming!!! Even singing lyrics like I did solo at concerts as a kid, I feel like I'm finally back into my huge love for this. Is it new on this blog? I don't feel like I have mentioned it once before...
Lyrics are the heart and soul of rebellion. Whether I'm belting out my own tunes or screaming along to my favorite bands like I mostly do, music is the language that speaks to the misunderstood, the misfits, and the sk8er girls with untamed spirits (see what I did there?). Oh, looking back at this blog at 30 and cringing is the goal of all of this. So, let me add to it...
Keep it real, keep it punk, and keep on rocking! 🤘✨
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