Rachael, 23, MA.
Interests include, but are not limited to: corgis, vocabulary, animals in general, nature, pop punk, writing, artwork, photography, traveling, comedy, satire, psychology, drinking far too much coffee, and being in a constant state of confusion.
People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you”, we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you”. We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures, if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want to guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep the music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to please each other. We just want love. In any and every form. — John Mayer
I know you’re depressed and I know that I unfortunately can’t fix any of it for you.
I know because of your depression, you’re pushing me away and I’m trying not to take it personally because I know it’s out of your control.
I know you need to focus on yourself and reestablishing a clearer state of mind.
I know that your friends provide a great sense of distraction from your innermost feelings because they’re not constantly asking you how you are or pressuring you in any way.
I know that this is not permanent.
I know all of these things.
I just also hope that YOU know a few things as well.
Like how I’m never going to quit loving you for everything that you are, inside and out.
I’m always going to be here for you whether you realize it or not.
I’m going to adore you for the rest of my days because you’re the moon to my starry night sky.
I need you, I love you, and I know that your depression is not who YOU are.
"When we come into life we are all given two things: a shovel and a bucket of shit.
It doesn’t matter in life that we have a bucket of shit. We all have it. We always will. It never goes away and no matter what you do the shit will always be there.
What matters is what we do with our shovel.
Some will use their shovel to take their own shit and put it in other people’s buckets. They never actually can get rid of their shit, they simply make other people feel like crap.
Some will use their shovel to stick in other people’s shit and then put other people’s shit in their own bucket.
Others will first use their shovel to cover their bucket from giving others shit and receiving other people’s shit and then figure out what they can grow with the shit that they have.”
I believe in love. I believe in hard times and love winning. I believe marriage is hard. I believe people make mistakes. I believe people can want two things at once. I believe people are selfish and generous at the same time. I believe very few people want to hurt others. I believe that you can be surprised by life. I believe in happy endings.