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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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Monday, March 9, 2009 @ 3/09/2009 05:34:00 PM
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Today's poem will be about.. well, today. Something that happened today. Not trying to be mean or anything, but since I CANNOT SAY MY OPINION, i shall write it here. It really pissed me off today that i can not say what i want to, even though most of the time what you say is hurtful too. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm getting stepped on again. I hate it when I unknowingly put people on a pedestal. ARGH! I had so much mixed emotions today. I did not see this much fuss when I was hurt. I was even left alone when I was hurt! Must one show sadness to claim that he is sad? I'm so angry. You say people show you attitude, ever wondered if you did too? Calling your mother a bitch is a bit over don't you think? Maybe, I might be stronger than she is emotionally. But my heart is still that of a human, so I believe that I should at least be treated as one. Even though you do not see my pain, the funny thing is that no one even realises it. I'm waiting for that one person who would know me inside out, who would immediately know if my heart were aching. Maybe I'm just being numb to emotions now. I wrote this while walking around : They all poured their sympathy, but for her I felt no pity. I have went through it all, I have experienced the fall. Maybe I'm just a saddist, perhaps a pessimist. I know what it's like, to not put up a fight. But somehow I cannot see, A reason to weep, For someone you cannot keep. I do not see why, or how, one can cry, until the whole day passes by. Is it for pity's sake? If so, Try a different take. I do not see why, or how, one can cry, until the day passes by. Maybe I'm a saddist, perhaps just a pessimist. But I do not see why, or how, one can cry. |