Undesirable. Maybe that's what I am now. Desperately needing someone and unwanted kwa everyone. Clinging to a single shred of hope, lingering between depression and insanity. So what if I am crazy. That's my problem. I'm sure nobody cares enough to swali it. Even if there was, would I allow them to disturb my realm of insanity? Probably not. I don't think I'd be able to handle it if one zaidi person deceived me. I'd slide right off the edge and plummet down to where there was only depression. I'm Adriana Skye. Never curious about the future, surrounded kwa lingering memories of the past. Unable...