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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

8/26/2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

8/26/2011

Just maybe

Maybe it is the hope I have left on humanity and to be saved and valued as a person to someone and mean something to them. Maybe it’s just wanting someone to be there besides the ones that are because you’re so accustomed to them being there as horrible as that sounds (although I am thankful for every single fucking person that has been/and is there for me). Maybe it is wanting to escape but feeling so trapped, because the truth is that no matter where it is in the world that you run to, you’ll always be a prisoner in your own body. Maybe it's the need of sanity and not feeling so damn emotional all the time. Maybe it’s wanting something so bad, and getting a taste of it, but it being grabbed and stolen away from you before you could cherish it. Maybe it is the lack of faith from everything. Maybe it;s the struggle of wanting to feel alive, but dying inside more and more everyday.

Maybe it’s just me.

Labels: drama, life

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