Debutante

Well, I don’t know. I’m still in the process of hardcore introspection to see who the real Rina is. Tsk. These teenage years have really got my mind messed up. It’s the “coming of age” period, right? How come I can’t seem to find myself at all?

Epiphanies after epiphanies haven’t really done me any good. I’m still as naive and as stupid as I was four, five years ago which is really a bad thing. I’m at a phase when I just want to be treated as a grown up. Forget living in the NOW. Sorry, Mr. Buscaglia, your forty-thousand dollar speech didn’t rub off on me. I want to fast-forward to the future and see if it’s any better than these darned teenage years.

Not that I’m bitter. No, I’m not bitter at all. What, me? I’m Rina: 18-year old, 12^th grader, no boyfriend. What? Bitter? Nah.

Honestly though, I’m quite content with my life. I’m thankful for it and more, but I know there is more to life than this. I want independence. I want to find ME.

Brace yourself for countless clichés and cheesy entries. This is my journey to a better self-concept [insert big smile here].