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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, April 10, 2009 @ 4/10/2009 07:25:00 PM
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We were watching School Of Rock. Again. But it's fun. Me : Freddy's a great drummer because he has lots of anger. Drummers usually have lots of anger. Mum : We should get a drum kit for Yana! Me : ...... *hint* keyboards are cooler. Mum : *avoids* Grrr. Me? Anger problem? Maybe. Maybe not. -------------- Where were you? When I needed you? You didn't say much when I told you my problems these days. So I won't be there for you when you need me. I won't. I won't. ---------------- You weren't there for me, when I needed you. You set me free, then locked me up again, in cue. My feelings just locked inside, because there's no listening ear. All geared up for a fight, time to instigate fear. Not there for me, I'm not there for you. Things work both ways, karma rules, it's true. Maybe it's just me, I lure people in. But then, in the end, they leave with their lights dimmed. I don't mean to destroy others, with my own insecure fears. But I'm a human, Love I yearn, yet amounts to pictures I burn. I should have never went, to you for help, Because now you're bent, beaten down to a pulp. I'm just another, one of your troubles. A single feather, but which you see doubles. |