Here I am.
Rachie.

Havent updated this.
I'm not a mess anymore.
Shit happend, passed.
Now I'm a burned out, smiley, love bird, freak.
Now that I think about it... havent changed much.

Dating a boy named Sean.
Working out good for me.
My art is better than ever.
I curl my hair sometimes now.
Developed a serious panic attack disorder.
When I'm in large crowds.
I can't breathe for 30 mins.
Sucks. I'm on meds.
Oh, I went to laurelwood for suicide attempt maybe over 8 weeks ago.
If your allarmed; don't be.
I'm fine now.
Just couldn't handle my mother's unstable bullshit, and the way she was towards me was driving me through the walls.
I havent seen her in 7 or 8 weeks now. SO things are fine with me.

Other than that... I garden, draw, photograph, and I'm always running out of tripple A batteries for my vibrater.

Thanks for reading...
Rachie peachez.