Beauty isn't supposed to be expressed here, it's required.

I learned that I liked to jump today. Funny. But it's the closest thing from flying. Damn, it was outstanding.
Algebra, like a god. Biology, like a bitch. Orthodontics, almost done with my brace. Acne, shit yeah it's clearing up.

Silly, Silly.

Silly, that I've learned to deal without you and still care so much.

Silly, that I can go a day without breathing. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Silly, that I think about college more than high school.

Silly, that I want to kill one of my best friend's boyfriend.

Silly, that my cramps hurt worse than my fear of heights.

Silly, that I'm better at algebra than regular math.

Silly, that I can sing all day.

Silly, Silly me.

Halloween. I'm going to be Little Red Riding Hood. You want to know how disgusting that title is. All I need to say is "Hood" is a type of vagina piercing. Just saying. Hope to god, Aurora is going to be a banana. (LOL)

Halloween. I want to see it all. But you. 

Notice that I have a strange fascination with change.

All these people I see. 

They change quicker as soon as they notice something different.

I won't change.

I've had some misunderstandings.

I don't think bad of myself. I think... strange of myself... I guess.

People oddly give me at least one compliment a day.

Either good or bad, I take it much as a compliment.
The thing is, I don't care much about it.

Sure, makes me feel good. Makes me stronger.

But, truly. I don't care. 

I am attractive, in a unique way. I am funny, in a sick humored way. I am smart, in a matured, understanding way.

So, don't think that I hate myself. I think a lot about myself. Everyone does.

Pooped, twice this evening. Afterwards, I ate more. Betcha anything, I'll do it again before I go to bed. 

Fall in love with six people a day, and forget five.

Fell asleep, dreamed about drug addicts and I being an alcoholic. My worst fear.

Wanting to go to the zoo and an amusement park. 

I have awful gas, but my toots don't stank.

My wiener dog, KK. Fucker chews on everything.

I wish I could tolerate normal bras instead of sports.

Thinking about piercing a second hole in my ears while I secretly gauge my first hole.

While my life calls for new things, I'm eager to stay attached to old.

Sad enough, new things are gross.

Like, the tacky vertical striped blouse. What the hell.

I'm still stuck on this office sweater. Adorable, like my grandparents.

If you don't know, I'm not talking about clothing. 

It's so easy to say stop.

STOP. 

You should say this to yourself.

"Ashleigh, just stop."

I don't mean give up, I mean stop thinking about stupid things.

He doesn't want to be with you so just stop.
She doesn't like you so just stop.

Things like that, are so stupid.

He likes you, just stop distrusting him.

STINKY.

You know how awesome I would look in this. YEAH, PRETTY FUCKING STELLAR.

This song. It's about goals.

Read my mind. How does it feel?