My name is Pericaliya. Not by birth, it’s not even my name outside of this blog. But it’s a name I hold very close to my heart. I almost wish it was my name. It’s unique, a little weird, and it means exceedingly beautiful. A name to aspire to, isn’t it?
Now, about myself. I’d like to say I’m the quiet one. The girl who only says the words she feels have enough meaning to be heard. The girl who’s in the background, always thinking. The girl who has hopes and dreams, but realistic expectations. I’d like to say I’m the girl who rarely has a boyfriend, the girl who avoids everything superficial. I’d like to say I never care what people think. I’d to be the girl who’s hiding away, silently typing to herself until she’s sure it’s her time. The girl who avoids any kind of drama at all costs.
But I can’t. Because I’m not that girl.
I’m loud and bright. I’m idealistic and over optimistic. I’m the girl creating the drama. I’m the one who has no problem jumping from guy to guy, as long as it feels right. I’m over emotional, I get too attached, but at least that makes me loyal. I’m a vigilante, I talk even when I know that nobody’s listening. I demand to bring attention to the things I care about. I consider myself a rebel. I don’t care what people think about me, I just care that I’m on their minds. I don’t worry about speaking my mind, I’m spontaneous, I’m insane, and I’m perfectly ok with all of it, because that’s how I was born. I believe I’m one of the very last members of society who doesn’t want anything to do with celebrities or media or fame. All I need are good people, good vibes, and something to fight for.
Truth is, I love my life. I love myself. Not in a self-absorbed way, I just mean I love the mind and body I’ve been given, and I plan to do the best I can with them.
So this is my blog. I write poetry (and a few short stories) with my favorite jams threaded into the titles. Because that’s just the kind of girl I am.
Rebellious, vigilant, punk rock Pericaliya.