Writing myself into a small description: I'm: immature, nice, childish, friendly, awkward, quixotic, shy. I have limited attention. I believe in happy endings. I'm slightly blind in my right eye. I see the beauty in little things. I can reach the high and squeaky notes. I've been told I flinch a lot. Wrestling took over my life a long time ago. Wrestling and friends make me happy. Basic neccessities. I can see the city and bridge from my balcony, be jealous. I'm afraid of growing up, but SDA is slowly shaping me into a grownup. You'd be surprised to know what kind of secrets I hold. My name's Maricel/Mare, and I just wanna live till the day I die.
