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Today marks the anniversary of my birth, my actual birthday falls on the third of January, to be precise. One could say I enjoyed a pleasant day, I suppose

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¡diez publicaciones!

Son diez publicaciones y debo decir que estoy muy contenta con ellas. Casi no lo puedo creer, de verdad. Es asombroso y me encanta. Detrás de todas las palabras que he escrito aquí hay un tapiz de profundo significado. Es puro arte que refleja mis sentimientos y emociones más íntimos. Es simplemente hermoso, verdaderamente encantador. Me encanta

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I wish to undertake a multitude of pursuits this year. For instance, I shall acquire the knowledge to purify water utilizing fire and a rock, or something of that nature. I will master the art of cooking and baking, as well as learn to play the piano, an instrument I hold in great esteem for its exquisite artistry. Moreover, I intend to study survival techniques, CPR, first aid, and nursing skills. Though I am bilingual, it is not sufficient for my aspirations, thus, I plan to learn additional languages, such as Hebrew, German, Russian, and perhaps even North Korean, if circumstances allow. I shall endeavor to do so. Additionally, I aim to practice Brazilian jiu-jitsu and judo, along with karate, krav maga, kung fu, taekwondo, and La Verdadera Destreza, including skills in the Spanish Circle and Spanish Navaja

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All the garments my mother has procured for me are rather cringe-inducing and far too mortifying to don in public. It is truly unfortunate that she remains unaware of my tastes. I have a penchant for attire that is charming, delightful, and elegantly modest. What is so difficult to comprehend about that? I find it rather challenging to articulate my emotions and genuine sentiments to my family or close acquaintances, as they appear prone to judging both me and my interests. They are likely to dismiss my feelings as ‘cringe’ or something to that effect. Regrettably, I find myself lacking a safe space, both metaphorically and quite literally. To be perfectly frank, I must confess that I no longer place my trust in them. I have ceased extending my embraces and prefer to maintain a certain distance. It feels as though I am confined within the walls of a prison, deprived of authentic freedom

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At times, I find myself contemplating matters to an excessive degree, and in the aftermath, I am beset by a melancholic disposition regarding them. I ponder whether this sorrow I am ‘experiencing’ is indeed authentic. I reflect upon whether I am failing in my humanity—the one facet in which I am 'meant' to excel. I can’t help but wonder if those around me are engaged in similar reflections. It leads me to speculate that we all might be mere masks, in a figurative sense, which bestows upon me the impression of a certain inauthenticity. I am left to consider if we have been the root of the problem all along; perhaps we are, in truth, the very animals, and I find myself amused by the notion that we may be more animalistic than the animals themselves. I question if anyone has come to this realization, and perhaps we shall never know. I wonder if, deep within the hearts of every individual, there lies something dark and grotesque—something truly terrible, like the more sinister aspects of humanity—though we sport metaphorical costumes. It begs the question. are we all clad in such garments, and is life, in essence, merely a grand costume party? Might it be that some individuals exhibit kindness solely to sustain their existence? I find myself contemplating whether we surpass even the 'wild' beasts in our nature, and I ponder if we are fundamentally the wild ones, albeit in a negative sense. I cannot escape the feeling that we are all faltering in our pursuit of humanity. I am unable to silence this cycle of wonderment and sorrow. I muse upon the possibility that, perhaps, there was never any hope to begin with

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I truly relish that particular story cliché where a character generally draped in gloom comes to meet one radiating joy. As these two vastly different personalities become acquainted, they share both delightful and challenging experiences together. The brooding individual may profess a dislike for her exuberant companion, yet she persists in spending time with her and finds herself enjoying it profoundly in secret. This once-serious character wholly transforms upon meeting her jubilant counterpart, leading them to learn more about one another and to open their hearts. This narrative trope is dear to me, especially when it encapsulates the bond between two best friend

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I like to think of myself as brave, yet I fear I may be more a coward than I care to admit. If I were truly courageous, I would trust others wholeheartedly and learn to love myself before extending that love to anyone else – emotionally, mentally, and even physically. Perhaps I would have penned countless letters, poems, and tales, filling many diaries with my musings. However, a coward cannot maintain a diary, and alas, that is precisely what I am

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I do not feel particularly happy at the moment. It has been quite some time since I last experienced genuine happiness, which has left me feeling somewhat anxious and melancholic, perhaps even fatigued. It seems as though life has drained the very vitality from my being. I am quite upset, indeed very upset, you might say, to the point that I struggle to pen my thoughts on paper. I find myself believing that my handwriting lacks elegance or that the size of the paper does not accommodate my elaborate thoughts. It is something I could never confide in anyone else. I have a profound distrust of those around me, including my own family members. I fear they may only judge me, harboring biases that diminish my feelings in comparison to my mother’s or their own. I yearn to be acknowledged both emotionally and mentally

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I would have absolutely loved to keep a diary back in primary school, yet I was plagued by fears and shyness, as well as terrible anxiety. It’s likely that my fear was rooted in the possibility that someone, especially a relative, would discover it, peruse its contents, and then ridicule me for it. I find it exceedingly difficult to trust anyone in my vicinity. Trusting others is just too dauntin

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If I could travel to any country, I would certainly choose to visit Spain. More specifically, I would like to explore the region of Galicia. I have seen several photographs of Spain and, notably, Galicia, and I must say, that country is extraordinarily beautiful and enchanting. The people are equally captivating. The lush greenery, the exquisite architecture, the vibrant flora and fauna, and the rich language all contribute to its profound beauty. Furthermore, the history of Spain is remarkably compelling—indeed, it is stunningly beautiful to me, and I truly adore it. Spain, particularly Galicia, is exceptionally lovely

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I shall be posting some of my earlier works from my former account, and I do hope that is agreeable. However, I intend to 'rewrite' them, as they are not quite up to par and lack the refinement I aspire to. They strike me as rather immature and rather foolish, if I’m honest. Nonetheless, I do hope that the 'rewritten' versions will do justice to my original character or, at the very least, convey my intentions. I am thoroughly enjoying this account and find myself quite pleased with it as well

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This is a brand new account, you see. I have created a new one and I am positively thrilled about it, I couldn't be more delighted! I eagerly anticipate penning numerous entries within this account, and I must say, I am quite fond of my username. It is simply adorable! I can hardly wait, "milanas-things" is such a charming moniker. I cherish it immensely! I find myself in a state of great joy and excitement for what lies ahead, and I long to craft a multitude of original characters, as well as engaging fanfiction and delightful tales. I am certain it will prove to be a splendidly enjoyable experience, quite exhilarating, and distinctly relaxing. I have no doubt that I shall relish the endeavor. That said, I consider myself to be a capable writer, and I sincerely hope that is the case. Nevertheless, I write primarily for amusement, as writing is indeed a form of art. Some individuals create art purely for enjoyment, and I have a profound appreciation for it. Additionally, I cannot contain my enthusiasm for sharing my artistic creations, this is all so very thrilling!