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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

1/08/2011

Saturday, January 8, 2011

1/08/2011

Backstabbing much?

I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to trust people. Oh wait, maybe it’s because when I trusted people too easily, they ended up screwing me over in the end. When I have deep conversations with them, they over exaggerate on the things I tell them which gives everyone the impression that I’m not worth getting to know. Or when some pointless drama goes down, we forgive each other but there’s still so much tension between us.

I’ll stop bottling up my feelings once they stop stabbing me in the back. I don’t think I can take it anymore. But I doubt that’s going to happen because they don’t even realize that they backstabbed me in the first place. Oh, we should try to start recycling now, too many plastics scattering everywhere.

Labels: drama

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