♪RaeRae♫

Im a teenager, 16...my parents refuse to accept my constant shaking, my paranoia of the world and constant checking over my shoulder for a black silhouette i believe to be always following me....I can't be around an open door without feeling some one, or something about to enter....

I know i have anxiety. Doctors have even told me i show all symptoms, guidance counselors who get worried calls from teachers. My question is that, is there any way i can get help, or anyone who can help me cope with this. its been ten years, im tired and i want to be ok.

Thank you for taking time to read and consider this.

I'm having troubles at home, nothing like being beaten but i want to know if any one went through an emancipation at 16 in michigan for emotional abuse successfully?

I feel depressed when im around my parents and being home makes me want to kill myself. I dont want to go into great detail but my parents are the reason i have no confidence in myself

i am an inspiring photographer and would loveto be published any ideas where to go???

Can some one tell me why it is exactly why when thinkng of some thing positive to the mind we tend to see a 'calming' color such as green and blue, but when stressful it is in shades of red and black? I am doing a study and could use some information on this or any thing interesting you are willing to give me, thankyou.

People of Y!A I am asking for funny random ass stories. I don't care if there true or if you just made it up. The best story will get their earned points and will be judged by thumbs up and my personal opinion. Good luck...!

Tell me the first thing that comes to your mind and why.....

then tell me why you hate the jonas sisters.....

I have been interested in emancipation lately. I have studied it, read all I could on the internet even called D.S.S. But all have failed to answer a question that has been at me fiercely. I know in order to be emancipated you must be at least 16 and able to support your self, (including the child you may have.) I know that the judge has to issue the emancipation and parental awareness. but not consent. It states in most cases there are signs of abuse and neglect. that in the minors best interest they should be removed from the home.

Either the guardian has failed to take care of the child, or physically abuses them. But, what has come to my attention is there are very few records of emotional distress with the child. MY question is:

Say at sixteen a got married to my boy friend. At this point I have not spoken to my dad for three years because when we talk it leads to fights and thought of suicide, would i be able to emancipate myself for emotional distress?

Now that i have your attention, the picture you se to the side as my icon thingy is fergie. My dog. Recently i have been told i have a potential talent in photography and am excited. Do you think this is potentially a good shot, or am i just full of myself? I have many more pictures, if you want to see them E-mail me i guess.

have a nice day

RaeRae

how do I change my picture? I see people with Pictures of them selves and other things as their icons, instead of the avatar things you make when your on Yahoo!. How do i change mine to a picture of me....?

thanks a lot

..~♥*RaeRae*♥~..

Walking down the early morning beach

I gaze at the horizon

It’s pink and orange rays,

Spilling over white topped waves

The sand embossed,

With stories of passing strangers

shells sprinkled in varies of patterns

Searing, sultry air

Over whelming my senses,

With envy of the oceans luxury

I long for it’s wealth in beauty

vowing my life

To its grandeur

I wrote this poem a long time ago. I just found it and felt like sharing. Thanks for the words.......~♥*RaeRae*♥~..

I'm taking French next year for high school.. is this how you say, Good afternoon, I'm so glad to see you. How are you?

any other French phrase's you want to tell me are okay.

I'm not going to jump.

And if i feel the need,

I have found some one to catch me...

He said he was sorry

for all that i have done

all that i have said,

and didn't mean

he took away my sorrow,

and gave me a smile

even though the grounds seems to hurdle closer and closer

it's really just reality

Which he has taught me to embrace

and love what i have. ..~♥*I've been smiling more, and have let my self stain my cheeks red with tears in front of those who care*♥~..

i wrote this a minute ago. the story behind it is, my Ex broke up with me, which i don't care about, but made me feel like i was to blame and i began to feel depressed. he was talking to me all the time and i told him to shut up and leave me alone. so i made the big mistake that i was going to kill myself ( which i am not going to do and didn't really mean it.) over an e-mail which i didn't mean to send. i told my current boy friend and he told me if i ever jumped he would be there to catch me. so WAH-LAA! ..~♥*RaeRae*♥~..

Okay so me and this guy have been dating a couple of months now. He is so sweet and is really into me. We get together with a few friends and play strip poker, (yeah i know) and it's usually me and one other girl. He never seems to notice she's there. He will have eye contact with me the whole time. Not because he's prude, trust me, i know for a fact....So, i know i can trust him, but i want to know. should i be a tease still because it's kind of hot and he seems to enjoy the chase

or should i go wild and start getting adventures. I'm not saying sex (oral or not) just maybe making out more in front of his friends and talking dirty to him? just so yuou know, I'm bi and me and my friend make out in front of him and his friends which they enjoy alot...

the ripples in the pool

the reflection of her sorrow

i lay

soaking as the hot water comes pouring down

i watch

the river of red

sucked in by the drain

the sensation in her wrists

the knife on the tile

all beginning to fade

all starting to shake

the once burning water

becomes cold as ice

as the red thins

and disappears

it takes what's left

of a not so gallant life.

I wrote this poem the other day. i was in a really bad mood. the words just poured out and i lost control. please, no comments about how i shouldn't cut and how this makes you want to throw up. if your just going to tell em it's a disgusting piece then don't bother. this is for the people who can look past the writer and see the written.

The reason i ask is because i am only 14. I've dating my boy friend Brent for about two months. We told each other that we were crazy about each other in December. I had a boy friend at the time who i wasn't ready to break up with. We started hanging out because our friends were dating each other and we would be left alone when they, you know, so we would talk. at first i was not interested but he told me the moment we started talking he wanted to be with me. I cheated on my boy friend with him for a month and he never found out. then my dad found out and banned me from seeing Brent.

I would sneak out and lie about not seeing him and would even challenge by dad to hit me, which he did. Some times i don't even realize what we're arguing about until he finally says, "if you see Brent one more time, you'll be out of here faster then my foot can reach your ass!" word for word, every time....But any ways, i always think about Brent and always wish i was with him. He told me he cares

I am in a great relationship with an amazing guy. i know he will do almost any thing for me. he sneaks out at 2am to come see me for 5minutes and he leaves his friends for me ( even if i tell him i wouldn't mind if he wasn't with me) He stopped hanging out with all of his friends that were girls because it made me feel weird. no questions asked.

I live about a mile and a half away from school, I'm not allowed to be with him, and my dad threatened to kill him if he was near me, but still walks me home every day and doesn't seem to care that i would get in major trouble for him not to mention my dad would no joke, shot him. So, i guess my question is, is just doing this because he wants to be with me, or am i just a girl to keep him entertained?

when were together it seems like i am his world, his friends come second to me, he always tells me I'm beautiful and not "hot", ( which is nice) and looks me in the eye. But, I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love and be left in the rain.

it was raining and i realized how much i enjoyed the smells and sights. so i took a few pictures and wrote a short poem...what do you think.... btw, it was like a quick 5min thing.

As the rain falls,

streaking the window

i watch it hit the earth.

it makes me wonder

how could this resemble a tear

for it is the perfect picture

the roses with the drop

the smell of the dew

i open my window

to something,

Completely new.

Can

you see in your mind's eye any where but home? The roof over your head? The place of you mother and father, brothers and sisters? It’s easy to run from all the confusion. All the frustration and small battles. You tell you’re self this every night, before wandering off into a hazy slumber.

You

are welcomed by screams when you wander through the door. Shouting over comes you, even though it’s not your fault. The air becomes tense and you join in on the screams. Silencing any one who dares second guess your words. You

Imagine

every one small and you large. Your mother, sweet and innocent on the out side, releases her inner monster. Something she has kept well hidden for years. Lunging towards you, arms spread like a pouncing cat, attacks. A pounding in your ear as you hit the floor.

Such

Pain over whelms your face. You brush your cheek with your palm. Feeling the open wound, and the cold blood run down. Now, it’s dad’s turn. He picks up your numbed body and slams you again,

i walk the line of silhouettes

not sure of what's ahead

i see the people

as they fall

heed the screams

as they wash away

clouded with fear

Stained with the flow of tears

red marks upon them

Stubborn

they hold on

Sorrow so raw

and blood so thick

they grasp their lives

tightening their grip

they prey

only to be disappointed

for those who live

regret the choice

for they have suffered

and now,

they're alone

i wrote this for those in the war. they live through bombings, shootings and have to watch fellow soldiers and friends die. sometimes, i wonder what goes through their minds as this takes place, and this is what i thought of.

A mark upon your wrist,

A stream of red flowing down the arm.

Scars deep to the bone,

Slashed and locked away from reality.

Broken down by a life of abuse,

They assume it’s an angry father, or an alcoholic mother.

When you show them the scars,

And the eyes that have seen to much, clouded in memories,

Worries take over.

Those so close always think they know what happens,

It could never be the girl with the family that cares,

Kind of,

And yet, she still finds some safety in cutting.

New scars show’s she weak,

Old scars reveal her past.

But even if she stops,

Even if there is no proof she still slices at once was her beautiful flesh,

She is a cutter,

And always will be

Stained red, with no desire to go back.

i have really bad days lately and could think of a way to show my friends how i felt. so this is what I'm telling you. the strangers who wont judge me