Fan Theories 📝

@raenaofficial

Have you ever had someone lie on you before?

I have.

Several times.

At first, it pissed me off and I wanted to do everything in my power to defend my name. My honor. But it ended up happening so frequently that I started feeling like, “fuck it.”

Who cares?

It’s just weird because I never thought I was important enough to be gossiped about. I didn’t do anything spectacular. Didn’t draw too much attention. Wasn’t much to write home about.

Or so I thought.

When you’re the essentric, creative, brainiac, honor roll student that teachers love to brag about — on top of being an athlete and in several extra-curriculars — you unknowingly garner a fanbase. People love to hate you and hate to love you, simply because you’re you.

I’ll never understand my ‘celebrity,’ and I’ve made peace with that. I refuse to tone it down, though. I’m simply living my life and crossing things off of my bucket list. What’s so wrong with that? And I can’t help that people notice me while I’m doing it. I don’t care if I’m noticed at all. I just want to live.

But people seemingly hate me for that. And “when the hate don’t work, they start telling lies!”

I’ve heard some of the most deplorable things about me over the years, even from people that I would’ve least expected. People that I thought were my “friends.”

I even had this one girl who was obsessed with me, and once I rejected her friendship, she started making up stuff to get other people to hate me. Like, WTF?! It’s been about seven years, and from what I hear, she’s still lying on me. (This bitch is batshit crazy.)

But whatever.

I can’t be worried about these “fan theories.” I got shit to do.

Besides, Marilyn Monroe said it best:

“When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I’m already better than them.”

Be blessed! ❤️