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H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

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17.6.08

Is it just all around not a good night? Or is it just me?

Yea, the Lakers lost. The green && white confetti fell from the sky. I'da been an idiot to think we were gonna win in Boston. Congrats to em. I'm not a sore loser. I'm just trippin, rememberin the days when the Boston Celtics goin up against the Los Angeles Lakers was laughable, feel me? Moving on.

Blah. I dunno. Feels like we're growing apart maybe? Conversations that used to last all day now can't be held for more than ten minutes. You know what I mean. Can't help but feel like I'm being left behind. Or maybe I'm moving forward, and you're being left behind? Don't know, but whichever it is, I wish it wasn't. Maybe we should all stop and smell some roses. Chitter chatter about the old days. Yea? I think.

The heavier this shit sits on my heart, the more I want my tattoo. But the heavier this shit sits on my mind, the less sure I am of which tattoo to get. And the less sure I am, the less I want a tattoo. I have no intention of getting some meaningless, spur of the moment type shit permanently inked onto my body. I just feel like I'm being pulled in more than one direction and I honestly don't know which way to go. And if I did I still don't think I'd go that way.

For someone who hates pain as much as I do, I sure do hurt myself a lot. Maybe somewhere subconsciously I think I deserve it. I could see that.

Major in journalism with a minor in marital psychology. Sound Savvy? Thats me.

And finally, I'd just rather start a problem than fix it. I'd rather be the irrational one. I wish somebody would do an intervention for me. I wish somebody would ask me whats wrong, and make me tell them. I wish I didn't feel like I spent so much time makin yall feel better but when I feel like shit its all good cus I'll magically get over it by myself. I wish I ain't have to feel guilty for typing this shit. I wish I didn't feel like everytime I'm upset about something I'm overreacting. I can't always be overreacting. Eventually I have to have a right to be upset. I wish I knew who did this shit to my head.

I'm hella done talking now.
'qone.


Ashley

just another little black girl with dreams. I play my music too loud, and I don't listen. I'm only at peace when I'm in pain: when my wrist is sore from writing my emotions out like blood on the band-aid of a page, or when my throat is raw from singing my thoughts like tears into the air. I'm conflicted, and unrepentant, and I like the way this blogging shit makes me feel. This is the one and only place I'll never lie, honestly.

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