Wheeee...what's with the border line!? wheeee!!! i am going crazy over it..! le's try another one...

WOAH!!! MADNESS! woohoo!what other options could there be...uhmm...AHAHAHAH! hoopsie, i cleared the formatting...XD...ah...no other options..? Bo---rinG! Xd..XP...XD...dun mind me, please.

Hello, me! welcome to the life of me. A life full of undeniable fake and plastered smiles, forced tears, and of course, disguises! what kind of nincompoop would forget that huge fact! What kind would you prefer, disguising as a boy, or as a smart person who even managed to get to the honor role..?

I am a complete example of what you call a girl.I wear thrasher clothes, i act carelessly than any other boy ever would, i do not think twice about my words, i have a big, idiotic mouth, and i am "PINK's" biggest enemy... that is why, i am a girl!

who wants to get out of a life full of pretending.

I am known as someone who seems to manage to have complete, laidback conversations with boys. I don't care what they think about me. I hang out with them, i talk to them, as if I was one of them. They do not have problems even just about adjusting with me. They can tell me anything they want to tell me. I really like it the way it is, because just from the start, i never wanted anybody who would have a hard time befriending me and about. I never cared. I played with boys, talked with boys, hung out with boys...not until i reach this stage when my brain would give stupid sounds on my head that i should feel insecure hanging out with them.

My brain never meant anything bad for me, and yeah, he even proved me that.

God gave me a second sign. Not that He thought that my actions and perspectives were wrong, but maybe, he tried telling me..."HINAY HINAY lamang, nene ah. Ayaw na kitang tawaging nene." Being fifteen years old is not about make-ups, it is about staying strong, living with problems, and at the same time, containing my femininity. I felt like they got used of my rowdy attitude that they forgot that i was a GIRL. They forgot to respect me for who i am, they forgot who i was.

He even gave me evidence. He's now what we call "Dong". He opened up to Ella and told her that he liked me back when we were in our first years. But that was almost three years ago. Because he knew what kind of person i was like. We became bestfriends. And the hardest part of that thing is that he never considered me anything like a female. He thought...and still thinks that i am his "pare". He left me carrying stupid stuff, he never considered walking me even if it was the dark of the night, he never even tried complementing me, really. That's when i realized i was completely slipping.

Is it me? i thought he would understand me. I thought that somehow, even with all the pretending, he'd still see me through those masks. and then he never did...

i have always wanted wearing skirts, make my hair up, brush it, i wanted to wear doll shoes, i wanted to put on earrings.

It didn't look right anymore.