I'm Rachel, and I am 14 years old.
I blow out 16 candles on September 27th!!
Taken by the most amazing guy in this entire world ♥
9 months and going strong !!
If you ever need ANYTHING, don't hesitate to ask me!
I am happy to help anyone that wants/needs me.
I was depressed, I did cut, so I've been there.
I'm severly bullied at school unfortunatly.
But thats okay, I know I'm loved ♥
I live with it eventually.
The last 9 months... they've been amazing. Beautiful. I didn't know I could love someone so much. But i don't know... is this all still worth it? My wrists are no longer clean, the stress is making me sick... How much do you take before you let go? </3
High school really is the best years of our lives. I know you don't think so right now. But think about it... You don't have to pay bills, your parents take care of all of that. Health insurance, life insurance, etc. Thats all taken care of. You don't have to worry about keeping your house. Your job is to learn. And yes, are their those annoying b*tch a$$ people who try and ruin your life in high shcool? Oh heck yes. Have I hated high school a heck of a lot? HELL YEAH! But guys... Tomorrow, when you go to school, look around. Realize how fortunate you are to even go to school, and learn, and complete worksheets. With pencils, and pens, and internet, and books, which so many people aren't fortunate enough to have. You are lucky... wether you believe it or not.
He doesn't think with me. He just does. If he wants to grab hold of my waist, he does. If he wants to pull me close, he does. If he wants to run his fingers through my hair, he does. And if he wants to kiss me, he does... And I love it, everytime he doesn't think and he just.... does. ♥
He tore down every wall I've ever had. But he was gentle with it. He took them apart, teaching me to trust him wtih each new day. And I know that he will never abuse that, because he worked so hard to achieve my trust in the first place. ♥ ♥
Words can not describe how much I love him. I love his arms, his kiss, his taste, his face, his smile. His dimples, his hugs, his strength, his dorky moods. I love the way he never fails to give me butterflies like I got the first time he hugged me. The way he treats me like a princess, as I am pricless to him and can never be replaced. I love him for all of his perfections and all of his flaws. I love him the way he loves me... unconditionally. ♥
When you have a fire in an aircraft, there's no place to go, exactly, there's no -- and you can't find any oxygen from outside the aircraft to get in the aircraft, because the windows don't open. I don't know why they don't do that. It's a real problem." –Mitt Romney This man has a shot at being our president!! Please... If your aloud to vote, go vote. And if you vote, VOTE OBAMA. Please save America...
I curled up on his lap, and he held me with his big strong arms. I layed my head on his shoulder, and he kissed the back of my neck, and softly sang to me and whispered "I love you." As I drifted off to sleep in his arms. ♥
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've been spending the last 8 months, thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end. But on a Wensday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't you hate it when your streesed? Your head starts to hurt, and soon your whole body catchs up. Your back hurts from all the books and binders and supplies you put on it every day. The only thing you can think about are all the things that need your attention. Projects, papers, speechs, standerdized tests, tests, after school activites, more tests, more projects, and about a ton of homework. All you want to do is go home and relax, but you can't, you have to go home and work more. Your tired, you have the worst pounding in your head, and your back is collecting knots, and all you want to do is lie down, but you can't. To much work to do. So you keep going, keep working, until your body finally shuts down to sleep. And you wake up, and for a split second your relaxed, until the whole wave of stress starts over again. And so the ugly cycle of school repeats.
So today is my birthday. and the only thing I want to do is curl up and die. I hate that I've made it this far. I hate my anti-depressents for getting rid of my suicidal thoughts. I hate it all. I just. want. too. die. format by sandrasaurus