My name is Rachael
I find myself running in place a lot, and having to go back and do things I should have done months, or even years before.
I most definitely think with my heart and not my head.
Very few people see inside my thoughts, and I have written out everything that's in my head for as long as I can remember.
Words are my passion, and the only thing that keeps me sane.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.