Joined: January 20, 2013
Last Seen: 6 years
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I had this account (along with bethanyrachel) when I was younger. I used this as a journal for my journey through self-harm and depression. I am here now, a freshman in college, to tell you that there is a person who loves you and who cares for you. Hurting yourself, or killing yourself, is not the answer you are looking for. I promise. 

Reach out to me. I don't get on often, but please. I want you to know someone is here.

A little about me, because who is going to trust someone they don't know anything about?

My name is Rachel. I am almost 19, a freshman at Liberty University in Virginia. I am an interdisciplinary studies major, which is a fancy way of saying I can create a custom major that is perfect for my career path of choice. I am studying American Sign Language, developmental psychology, and family and childhood development. 

My heart is taken, by a Navy Sailor.

I really, really, really, love Jesus.

rbethanym's Favorite Quotes

You can't just give up on someone because the situations not ideal. Great relationships aren't great because they have no problems. They are great because both people care enough about the other person to find a way to make it work.


you say that you are close,

is Close the Closest Star?


i'm so afraid of what you have to say

'Cause I am Quiet Now and Silence gives you space.


       Here is to all the sleepless nights

             When I daydreamed about things
             that I forget, yet are now talking to the stars

             When I danced like crazy to the music of my
             floorboards creaking

             When I sat on my bed with the windows open
             and soaked up every drop of moonlight until
             my skin was a silvery tone

             When the dawn came and scolded me for the
             bags under my star studded eyes


f o r m a t   j i m m y 3 6 5  |  i n s p i r a t i o n a l

I hate this point in a relationship.
The point where all you can think about is leaving them. When you begin to imagine, why you've even stuck around this long. It's like a constant feeling of regret, and numbness. Everything they do seems to upset you, everytime you come close to saying goodbye you can't. Because there's ALWAYS that stupid feeling, the one where your heart screams 'No! Don't leave them, you love them. You really do, you don't ever want to lose them!'
I hate that, because I listen everytime.

Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn’t the story? 

I swear friday
was like nine minutes ago


Wake up. Smell the breakup.
Fix my hair. Put on my makeup.
Another mess I didn't plan.

Finishing a book series is like having breakup after years of being together. You need another year to repair yourself.