Dear Diary, April 23, 2014
I don't regret waking up next to Ashton naked.
I don't regret touching him.
I don't regret calling Aleisha.
I don't regret telling her to come stay awhile because "we should catch up".
Nope, not at all.
I can't even lie to a journal.
I can't explain my reasoning for calling my ex, especially after having sex with my sort of boyfriend.
But I did and now she's on a plane to the UK, just like that.
I feel like a dumbass.
But you don't hate me, do you journal?
I'm such a fucking dumbass, considering these are my thoughts.
Journals can't fucking speak.
And yes, journal, Ashton knows. And that's why he's "going out". But to be honest, I think he's in a bar.
How much of a dick can you be to sleep with a guy who's obviously in love with you, only to call your ex the next day?
Apparently, you have to be Luke dick.
I hope Ashton's okay. I didn't mean to hurt him.
Did I?
Why is it so hard for me to understand that I like guys? That I like Ashton? It's like my mind is scrambled and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it.
I just want to sleep.
-Luke
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I'd say *rubs chin* 5-6 more chapters.
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