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[29 Jan 2006|04:41pm] |
Limewire. Mac computers. That's my life right now. And Oh How I love It.
I wish I had this computer. It's beautiful.
I need to find someone that I can talk to about behavioral acts that people do. Why people do this, why a certain person does that. I want to analyze someone with the help of another.
Yesterday I went into downtown Sac and ate at a small little place. I looked around and saw adorable little shops and wishes, with all of my heart, that I could just drive around by myself, with no destination whatsoever, and then park, go for a walk in the cold, the blustery wind attacking my hands, and just think. I can't do any of that without getting older, and that is just something I am not ready for. I can't get older. I'm not mentally prepared for half of the things I am going through. Sure, I'm fifteen, I've got less drama than most girls, but it's my innerself that causes me to not be nearly half as ready as I should be for most things. I'm confusing. I don't mean to make myself sound like a wonder of the world. "Adri, the eighth wonder of the world-Why is she so odd". I am probably making myself sound more than I really am. In other words. I'm a mess. An emotional mess.
I need someone to talk to. And I have plenty of people that I could talk to. Just none that I feel ultimately comfortable with.
I can't wait to grow up.
I believe, in reality, I actually can wait..
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| Release that air. |
[21 Sep 2005|09:26pm] |
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You
You make me so angry.
You make me so happy.
I never see you.
Ever.
And when I do it's all lust.
Lust lust lust.
Is that what this is?
Teenage escape from school and problems?
Dive into lust.
Dive into problems.
Just dive into my mind.
My reality is crumbling.
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[09 Jul 2005|12:14am] |
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So, I'm looking at the entry I wrote last and smiled
kinda. Moving to Lincoln isn't that bad. I mean, sure the stores are
practically all closed on weekends, sure their thrift shop sucks and
sells used underwear, sure there's just one bar, 3 supermarkets, hicks,
and nearly no one here my age that I know of now, but in reality it's
fine. Eventually I'll meet someone. Eventually.
Lately I've been acting odd. I don't even feel at home in my own house
anymore. I went to SanFrancisco and for the first time I was scared.
It's always been a little dream to live there, I walked around the city
and thought how amazing it was and then I got scared.
I've been getting scared a lot lately though.
I've also been having these incredibly terrible dreams. I had a dream
Karina wanted a divorce from her current husband. I know I'm just being
paranoid because this is her fourth marriage, but I think its lame that
I've had the same variation of the dream twice. My dreams keep getting
more and more crazy.
I can deal with this stuff. I know I can; I'm just being a stupid cunty right now.
Love,
Adrianna.
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| Mad World. |
[25 Mar 2005|07:05pm] |
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Mad World-Gary Jules. |
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People can name hundreds of bad things in their lives.
They can go and on about how the bad things are screwing them up.
But, when it comes to naming the things that seem to be going well,
Admit it,
There's always a setback in the good things.
So, you've got a new boyfriend?
He must do something that bothers you.
So,
You've got a great paying job?
Your boss might be a bitch.
( setbacks are the bitch. )
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Panic at the Disco-Time to Dance. |
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So, I decided it was time for a new journal. A clean start, and a new name.
Comment to be added k?
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