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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

12/08/2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

12/08/2010

I'm not a cry baby!

I hate crying in front of people. Not because it’s a sign of weakness, I just don’t think they can handle me at my worst. I don’t want my negative vibe to rub off on others because they deserve to be happy. They will probably think I’m a dumbass for crying over something so stupid which is probably true, but I can’t help it. And if they see me like this, it will make them worry and I don’t want them to worry about me. When I try to explain to them why I’m crying in the first place, I’ll just end up crying even more. I end up drowning in my own tears that they won’t even understand a word I’m saying because I’m bawling more than ever. Then when they try to make me feel better it never helps since all they do is constantly say, “Everything is going to be okay” when that phrase is overrated. I’m not as strong as you think I am.

Labels: naive

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