wearing out...
I hate this. The feeling of unfinished work. No matter how much effort I put into it, I find something wrong with it. Throw the draft to the side rest my face into my hands. Grunt in frustration, bite my tounge as I mutter a curse. Beat the stereo into silence, no music could flow into the room... I call my own.
I was such a fucking punk ass bitch last night... Fuck me. Why was my mind wandering? I was thinking of him... But why did I have the need to go??? Like my mind was saying, "ASHLEY GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.." No reason..
Damn damn damn damn!!
I've been having one of my chest pains again... This time it lasted longer..
Maybe it's nothing.
-ashLEY
I was such a fucking punk ass bitch last night... Fuck me. Why was my mind wandering? I was thinking of him... But why did I have the need to go??? Like my mind was saying, "ASHLEY GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.." No reason..
Damn damn damn damn!!
I've been having one of my chest pains again... This time it lasted longer..
Maybe it's nothing.
-ashLEY