scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
It's been a while since I last had anyone to talk to. My name is Rachel and I'm 28 years old, but sometimes I feel like I've been around for much longer than that. I've got dark hair that falls in loose waves down my back, and if you were to look closely, you'd probably notice the faint scars on my arms from a few too many bad relationships. But what's left is what makes me who I am now - strong, resilient, and ready for anything life throws at me. My parents got divorced when I was 16, so I grew up with the feeling of never having a stable home or family unit. We moved around a lot growing up, never staying in one place long enough to make real friends or feel like part of something bigger than ourselves.
As for what brought me here, well let's just say I needed some time away from it all. With no job and no home, I figured it was as good a time as any to leave the country behind. So I packed up my bags and set off on a journey across Europe - hopping trains between cities, meeting new people every night, sleeping under stars when there were none. It's been a wild ride so far but sometimes it feels like there's no place I can call home anymore. The thought of settling down scares me more than anything else does.
Now here I am in this empty movie theater alone with my thoughts. I used to love coming here when I was
