I’m Rachel and I’m eighteen. I live in Alabama. I’m the youngest of three kids. My parents were hippies and raised us as free-thinkers. That’s all I’ll say about that. I go to a huge high school that’s predominately black people and I absolutely love it. I’m the worst at speech. I can’t speak my mind because the right words are always in the back of my mind. I use mixed CD’s when I want to tell someone something meaningful. That sounds like the cheesiest thing, but it’s true. I like to read. I like books that have lots of underlinings, circles, and writing in them that makes me want to meet the person that read it before me. I am trying to grow my hair to my elbows at least. You always see me writing about the weird things I put on it and all the biotin I consume. Why? I miss it and my friend asked me to. Simple as that. I bite my nails. To stop it, I paint them, but that usually fails because I bite that off. I wear two watches. I’m not even saying that to be cool. I just bought one because I lost my other one and then ended up finding it. My best friend lives in Arizona and that’s why I bring it up a lot. My favorite band is Bon Iver. Long story short, they changed my life. I almost never get attached to people with a few exceptions. I make up for it in my attachments to animals. I own three cats. I’m going to graduate relatively soon and I don’t know where I want to go to college or what I want to major in. I want to travel and I’ll probably pick a job that requires a lot of that. My sister is probably my best friend that’s a girl. I can tell her anything and I know that she won’t think differently of me or go around blabbin’ what I just told her. I write how I speak most of the time, which is why I don’t always add a ‘g’ to the end of a verb. I also write in Ebonics because I use it a good bit. It’s a habit. I like to do childish things like go to playgrounds and color. I like to climb trees and go hiking. I like the zoo. I like my fella. I have so many clothes, but am not stylish. I think I buy a lot to trick myself into thinking I am. I don’t understand why people buy an article of clothing and only wear it once.
I could go on, but I won’t.
