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 My name's Adriana. I don't exactly have a nickname. I'm very variable, sensitive , experience one embarassing event every day, and yet surprisingly mature. Heh. I, along with 186 million other girls in the world, suffer from an inferiority complex. For me, I like to see the beauty in things. I like art. But I'm not all obsessed over it. I like the beauty of it. I have this insane fixation that I will meet my soulmate by chance. Guess I'm not a big believer in slow development. I'm in PRCS's Modern Dance, 3/5. Profiles: Facebook | friendster | |
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Friday, February 13, 2009 @ 2/13/2009 10:26:00 PM
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Today is Friday the 13th. Tomorrow is Saturday the 14th. The funny thing about today is that everyone is happy and feeling warm inside, and yet I feel so lonely. It has nothing to do with not having a Valentine. I learned today that the most dry, sarcastic, nonchalant people can actually be the only ones there for you. I also learned today that it is surprisingly, easier to hide your feelings from the ones closest to you, than rather, the ones that never seemed to be there. Today I pondered why physical appearances were all that was ever noticed. Why it even mattered. Why the prettier girls always received Valentine presents, why they seemed to have more visible admirers. Then I would laugh to myself because it was all so superficial. Today I observed people and why they did what they did. I saw pure joy, I saw friendship, and I saw loneliness. I like observing people because sometimes I'm not there. I can observe in peace. I'm invisible. Today I witnessed heartbreaks and recovery. That too, of my own. |