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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

3/15/2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

3/15/2012

Series of forked roads

See, every time you have to make an incredibly important decision in your life, your future gets split into a series of forked roads, each one of them leading into a distant blurry end a long, long way down. And when you take the first step down a particular path, the rest of them disintegrate, leaving you with no other choice but to continue on and move move move because there is no more room for looking back.

Today, though, somehow made all the roads shimmer back into sight again, and even though I have gone so far down this path that I cannot possibly turn back, for just a moment it felt like I living all the other lives I could have had if I had made some very different choices: if I had refused to leave if I had said yes to some people instead of no.

But then again there is no point looking back or wondering because despite everything despite how a little part of me felt like I was home again I am not that girl anymore.

Labels: decisions, help, what to do

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