"Well open up your eyes and see like me, Open up your plans, and damn, you're free"

[hearts_and_shit]

True to Ashley fashion, or Ashion, I am posting out of my lack of desire to do work. And also because I just got that stabby feeling you get in your stomach and chest, and I can't really talk to anyone about it because I don't want to bring anyone down. And also, honestly, because I'm a little embarrassed. It's amazing how something so miniscule can affect you when you're experiencing the most illogical feeling known to humanity... I'm talking L-bomb, people. And I'm sick and on my moon cycle and on not so much sleep, which is a terrible combo for logic. But I just would like to know that this is for realsies. That I'm not just a plan B. Because I'm afraid that I am. I don't have much to assure me that I'm still in the picture if Plan A comes to her senses and realizes what an amazing person she had. I feel like what I have is so precious, but so delicate. I don't want to mess this up. I don't know if I'd ever be able to forgive myself if I did, and that's scary.

And now I'm listening to Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours," so it's difficult for me to be moody anymore.

FIN.