Name:
Mari "Pixi" Villarreal (Soon to be either Martinez or Sanchez)
Birthplace:
Los Angeles, Cali ... baby!
Maritial Status:
*giggle* *tackles Alex* I'm taken!
Kids:
My husband and I have a 3 yr old, Miguel, and two 1 yr olds Zack and Kat. They were born July 28, 2002 (Miguel), November 23, 2004 (Zack), and February 5, 2005 (Kat). We don't have them with us, but do hope to visit them soon!
Siblings:
Valerie Villarreal, the most spoiled bitch I've ever known! And I love it!
Freindships:
I believe I'm a really fucken loyal friend! But, I am very selective when it comes to who I do talk to. I've learned too many come with a lot of drama!!
Goals:
I will taint the world with the Syco's I bear!
Comments:
I'm a bit of a bitch from what I hear ... I don't have the patience for idiots or anyone who disrepects my family.
I wrote this before Alex and I came to be ...
Never Ending, Never Finished
Broken dreams, salty tears and a hopeless lifeSpiraling in the whole I've dug for myself
Used to the abuse, addicted to misery
Or maybe not, just what I've always known
Alone, afraid, I need guidance, in my weakened state
It's been so long since I've felt headstrong ... proud
But pride will be the downfall of my desperate attempts to feel loved
Or adored, appreciated for who I am
Nausiated, I'm dying inside
But my self torture brings no happiness or accomplishments
Negativity and thoughtless comments stab me daily
Bleeding on the floor and screams unanswered
The crimson liquid spreads, it flows freely
I can never heal and these wounds are deep
The tears I've shed give contrast so beautifully
But the agony of continuous pain is aggrivating
"Please stop this!" I cry to the goddess
But the never ending conflicts tear into me
Have I been punished? Or should I feel grateful?
The compassion I feel is one sided
And those I love never think as they rip through me savagely
I want someone to see me
See the same beauty I see in them
Wrapped in ecstasy, happiness, adoration
But it only seems hopeless, helpless
As if an under current has drug me deep into water
My body is bruised and torn from the debri scattered along
I've lost sight of the top, fear has long gone
I feel scatterbrained and unsure of everything
I want it to end, I want to see the top
I've held my breath so long, that I'm struggling to hold on
-Maricella Villarreal
My Ba-by helped me out when no one could open their eyes to my pain and I adore him for it!
Pixi and Syco
Forever and a fucken day!!
My Cherub, My Sprite
As I travel along these roads of lifeI carry a treasure to revere
A gem that sparkles in a pile of rocks
My love, my companion, my son
I gaze upon this endowment from the goddess
And adore him with every breath and soul
He is distinguished from the colorless faces
And blooms beautifully against a bitter world
He looks upon me with ardor and compassion
And I feel unworthy of such devotion
But, he is my cherub, he is my sprite
He is the lucidity, the governing factor of my life
-Maricella Villarreal
I wrote this to my son Miguel a little after he was born.