...and tell me something nice.
About anything.
Or be random.

Just leave a fucking comment. :o)

I wanted to let you know why I'm writing this letter instead of talking to you in person. As I have mentioned before, it's nearly impossible me for to talk to you one on one without crying. Another reason is also a selfish one: it's easier for me to talk on paper ( Read more... )

Remember an entry or two back when I asked if things could get any worse ( Read more... )

For now, I'll leave you with this:

I got a new job, biotches!!!
Fuck yeah...

Someone call me.

I'm bored.
And lonely.

Not a good combo.

Headliners:

• Getting lost in Louisville. We were in the right area, but that didn't stop us from hitting a concrete median and almost running a red light. Thank God, Joey and I are observant.
• Being with my two best friends and my partner in crime. We're such drug addicts.
• "Do you have any idea who I am?" was the question that "Jeff" kept asking us ( Read more... )

I wish I could fly away from this place...
...these regrets.
this unhappiness...

...If only you knew...

Lately I'm alright ( Read more... )

Don't call the cell phone, folks.
It's been taken away due to the fact that I had 32 text messages.

Lessons of the day:
-no more text messaging Ashley
-I AM the fuck up kid.

Oh, how glorious.

Tomorrow: Headliners. Friends. Music. One big party.

I've hit rock bottom.
And this time, I don't know if I have the strength to stand back up.

I should have known this time wouldn't have been different.

It's okay.
Really.
I'm used to being the fuck up.