althenahayne

My name is Adelina. I'm 18. I wouldn’t say I know everything about myself — sometimes it feels like I’m still getting to know who I really am. But there are a few things I’ve already figured out. I can be different. Sometimes I’m loud, laughing so hard you can hear me down the hall. Other times, I’m quiet, headphones on, lost in my own thoughts. I love people, but I often need time alone. It’s not because I’m avoiding anyone — it’s just how I recharge. There are a lot of emotions in me. Sometimes I say I don’t care, but that’s not true. I just don’t always know how to show that something matters to me. I think a lot more than I say. I can get upset over small things — but then I put on some music and keep going, because I know everything passes eventually. I love the kind of ents no one takes pictures of — when someone’s laughing so hard they can’t breathe, when sunlight slips through the window in the morning, when everything just feels right for no reason. I notice those ents and keep them inside me. I’m not perfect. I can be stubborn, I can snap back, I can get hurt. But if I’m with you — really with you — then you mean something to me. I don’t hold on to people just to be polite; I hold on to the ones who speak to my heart. Sometimes I’m scared. Sometimes I don’t know what I want. But every day, I learn how to be myself — truly, not for anyone else, but for me. And you know what? There’s something beautiful in that — in being real, being alive, and just moving forward.