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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, April 20, 2009 @ 4/20/2009 08:53:00 PM
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Okay. So hi again. Whoever's reading this. Most probably nobody, but nevermind. Last few days have been rather bad. All the things seem to have been thrown to me all at once. It's made me question even more than usual. Funny thing is, no one notices when I'm crying in class, except for the usual people, of course. No one expects the girl who starts miaowing in the middle of the class to cry. I have only 10 more days. I have 10 days to try and achieve. Something to make or break me even further. I'm afraid. And that is why everyone else is smiling and I am not. It is because they are not afraid to take a chance. But I on the other hand, am wary and scrutinize what is before me. I have to have faith. But faith and reality are slipping away. Oh, what do I do? My rose is nearing death. Or maybe it merely appears to be so. But I touched its petals and they are still wet, so I gave it more water, and maybe, just maybe, there is some hope left. I may not be posting in a while, perhaps when I am troubled. |