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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!

Xoxo,
Gossip Girl

♥ Rachee

cyber diary

12/29/2010

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

12/29/2010

Falling out of love

I used to wait for you. Days would go by before I got a text or a hello, but I was so elated to finally hear from you that I ignored all the signs.

I forgot that I deserve better. I forgot that I actually need someone who’s going to uplift and adore me, worship me, love me completely, just as I loved you. But I’ll never get that from you.

I’ll never get the sweet note or that hug or the awkward hand holding. I’ll never be able to hold you again, to kiss you and run my fingers along your collar bone; you’re simply too cruel. I can’t deal with the insensitivity and the cutting jokes. I can’t deal with the degrading behaviour you’re so trapped in.

You’re sorry? Well that’s wonderful, but I don’t want apologies. I want a change in behaviour, a change in character, and I’m not going to ask that of you because I know you too well. This is who you are, this is how you are, and I’m not supposed to try and change that. I’m accepting you as You, and moving on.

— I guess some relationships are better left alone and unrepaired because a lot of people in this world are completely negative and selfish and don’t deserve our love.

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