
Je m'appelle Rachel. 17, single, senior. I drink too much coffee and I sleep my days away. I'm coping; they tell me the pills will make me better, but I still feel trapped in my own head. I'm lost - just existing. "I think about life and I think about death, and neither one particularly appeals to me."
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May 2nd 2012 · 229,037 notesDon’t insist in what isn’t written to be…