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    Baby, I’m A Mess – (Chapter: Tears and Nightmares)

    The drive home, I don’t even want to talk about it. I almost hit a bunch of kids, I got flipped off about 5 different times. I got honked at. I got yelled at. I didn’t care. I didn’t fight back, I just kept driving saying “If there is a God, just get me home…” I almost swerved off the road, I ran a few red lights, I cut curbs. I really didn’t care. I wasn’t sure if I was pissed off at Spencer’s mom, or depressed, or I don’t really know what I was feeling. Tired…that was one thing I was sure off…everything else can come later.

    When I finally got home I crashed into my bed and attempted to sleep away the rest of the day. If she called, I would answer, but I’m not, and I mean it, not calling her.

    Ashley Davies does not stay the night nor return calls.

    That was probably getting old. My attitude felt tired mostly. I started thinking about it last night while I was falling asleep. Maybe not partying, or getting fucked up would be okay….I think I was doing it too much… but maybe I could stop and just settle down for a while…actually try to live my life, rather than wash it away. Could I do that? Could I be something I haven’t been able to be in years?

    No doubt, Spencer was doing this to me. I figured that out quick when I couldn’t tell her the truth about the drugs. I hated lying to her….something did make me want to make it all right…but….did that mean I wanted to be with her or just be her friend? She’s amazing, I know this. I love every second I spend with her…she’s beautiful…whats not to love? A healthy, clean lifestyle? Can I really go that far?

    More questions…answers can come later. Maybe….just maybe I can work up some nerve so I could talk to her about it…I’m going to give it a week. Give or take. If she was still driving me this crazy in one week, I was going to tell her everything…..right?

    Before I could get any further in self examination, I was asleep.

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    This time when I woke up, the first thing I did was check my phone. I had a missed call.

    Comments

    1. I soooo forgive you..and could totally name you a GOD..you even get your very own wand..hehe…I hope you are better..with the strep and all…..and as far as an update……PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!!! ;)…i love love love it!!!

    2. I soooo forgive you..and could totally name you a GOD..you even get your very own wand..hehe…I hope you are better..with the strep and all…..and as far as an update……PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!!! ;)…i love love love it!!!

    3. damn, being totally wasted always brings out the truth. looks like in this case its a good thing! and this is for certain: ashley needs to slow down before she dies! sheesh.

    4. damn, being totally wasted always brings out the truth. looks like in this case its a good thing! and this is for certain: ashley needs to slow down before she dies! sheesh.

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