There’s so much more about this smile. You just don’t know. This is the web portal of a fifteen-year-old feline who grew whiskers and paws. As much as she loves dwelling in her solemn, gloomy little own world – she is also thought to be a nonsensical and ill-mannered child who eats anything but food.
Yo. It’s Rachee.
Rachelle Angeli B. Marañon for short. HAHA. I love purple. I accept friends and comments. I laugh, I love, I shop, I cry. I do everything I want; I’m still young, wild and free. I know my boundaries, mistakes and flaws. I spill secrets. I’m bubbly. I’m not aiming for the perfect me but the better me. I do what’s right or maybe wrong, but I still make of it. I laugh at myself if I did something silly. I can control my temper and everything that should be controlled. Everyone knows that life is crazy but wonderful. It can be unfair, but not at all times. I can be your worst enemy or best friend. I am weird, but not that simple. I have realized something that I should have been realizing earlier, still seeking for true friends and for my knight in shining armour. Patiently waiting and I wish they’ll come sooner or later. I don’t believe at love at first sight, nor at times even at true love. Everyone has an individual ability to make a person happy, and I can make you happy, but sometimes I can make you cry. Some people hate me but I don’t mind them because they’re insecure. I take many pictures. I had swollen my pride; my past memories are still treasured. You are welcome in my heart and I swore I won’t forget you. Keep that curve on your face; keep smiling!
You know, the part where we turn our backs on each other? It’s the part where you screw up and you somehow find a way to blame everything on me. The part where we get into an unnecessary argument when I’m just patiently waiting for you to say that you’re sorry. Where you’re too stubborn to take responsibility for your own actions and we end up not talking for days. Where we both feel tempted to put it all behind us but we can’t because we convince ourselves that it’s not our fault. Crying over the fact that I really need your help and I can’t turn to you since the problem was caused by you. And I’m sitting here waiting for it to be all over so the next scene can come on. It’s either we move on without each other and hold a grudge. Or we finally realize that what we’re fighting over isn’t worth the risk of losing someone we really care about. I love that part right there.
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