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Stephanie? She Is Just A Girl That Has Gone Through A Lot In The Past Years...Yet She Discovered That There's A Thing Call Life. Now She's Just Stephanie. She's Not Perfect. She Is Just A Normal Person Trying To Learn Like Everybody Else. Is Rare If You See Her Cry, Or Doing Her Homework :P(Trust Me) She's Sometimes Very Shy. She's Sometimes Random. She's Sometimes Sad. She's Sometimes Hyper.... But She's Always Herself. She's Always Looking For New Experiences And Challenges. She's Not Afraid To Make New Friends Every Were She Goes And She's Always Available When Someone Needs Her. Maybe She’s Not Funny, Or The Most Incredible Person You've Known. But "She Always Follows Her Heart." …And That’s What Makes Her Steph. ……For More Info...Talk To Her...:) Love Ya ...........Herself........ ..☮↑By.Mεεε!!!↑☮..:D
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I needed and wanted to come back home. Not because I don't like my apartment, or because I miss my house. As a matter fact, I don't miss anything in this place. I don't remember growing up in it; my life has always been consumed by all types of activities.

I needed to stay away from temptation and focus. The ride back home made me realized that I'm weak and need distance and a sense of authority to get shit done. I always felt that I could do things on my own. I never felt so dependent and attached to something. It's a little stronger than a responsibility. As the days go by I feel like I'm starting to owe.

The ride made me realize more than just my lack of determination and immaturity. Every time I speak, act or express myself I feel like a child. I feel vulnerable... like I need approval; like if I needed to ask for permission. But I also feel free and protected like I did when I was five. Sometimes, I even feel spoiled. I feel less responsible for my acts... like if there's someone there to hold me in case I fall. 

The ride, this ride. It kept me awake but sleepy. It kept me daydreaming but focused. I was concerned but not stressed. I was happy and down. It felt fast but not slow enough even although I needed to get home. 

Need is a funny word. Home is no food or roof; there is no real need. All I know is that I couldn't do it on my own... I'm not strong enough. I tried lying to my body a couple of times but it's been acting on its own...

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