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A Marooner's Confession

I am proud to say that I am a Marooner and one of the huge fans of Maroon 5. Their songs inspire me and makes my day complete just by listening to their songs. They may not know that I exist but they know that there's someone out there listening and adoring their music and that's already enough for me. I will forever support them and be one of those stars in the sky, they may not see all the stars but they know they're there.

Some people complain about my addiction to this band, and that just makes me...I don't know the exact word to express what I'm feeling but it's close to feeling disappointed. They don't know how this band saved me. They don't know how this band inspire me. They don't know how the little things that this band do makes me happy. They don't know that this band is my life. They don't know how this band's music make my heart sing. They don't know how this band makes me smile. They don't know that I love this band with all my life and there is absolutely NO WAY that I will give up my love for this band because THIS BAND named Maroon 5 is my everything.

They would say that I'm wasting my time blogging and getting updates about Maroon 5, but honestly, the only one wasting their time is them because no matter how many complaints they'll throw at me, I won't stop. Some got jealous because of my undying love for this band and is afraid that I'll forget about them because of Maroon 5 but guess what? I won't. I may love Maroon 5 but I am not shallow enough to forget about the people that I care about.  Is it so hard to wish that I will have someone to support my love for Maroon 5 someday? It's hard because I haven't met any Marooners in real life and I can only connect to them through Twitter, but I'm hoping that I will meet a bunch of them someday. 

Some would say bad things about them and that hurts me the most. They may throw bricks at me but once they throw bricks at Maroon 5, then that's a different story. Do you agree? Maroon 5 is like a best friend that you don't want others to mess with. Maroon 5 is like parents that you treasure the most. Maroon 5 is like a hero that serves as an inspiration to billions of people and that includes me.

It also hurts me that people only remember Adam when they hear "Maroon 5". Look, it's not ADAM 5, they named it Maroon 5 for a reason. James, Jesse, Matt, Mickey, PJ, Sam, Ryan, and Adam, they are all important to me and to everyone else. Without them, then Maroon 5 wouldn't be complete. I admire them a lot because they treat each other as family and they are contented with what they have now. 

I won't call myself as the #1 fan of Maroon 5 because I believe that every single Marooner is. Why? Because I know that Maroon 5 calls us all their #1 best fans in the world. Our love for them is limitless and their love for us is, too. 
I may be one of those Marooners that hasn't been in a Maroon 5 concert but I am still hoping to be in one someday. I won't give up this dream no matter how long it will take. Once I get the chance, I will grab it and never let go.

To the Maroon 5 and the Marooner family, I love you all so much and I can't thank you enough for all that you have done for me. You are all a great part of my life. <3 div="">


-Elyca Vaniry Galimpin
Twitter: @ElycaGalimpin
Tumblr: better-if-we-break.tumblr.com

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