who am i kidding? i miss ashton so much. he makes me want to dance in the rain, jump for joy, and whenever i look at him it feels like my face will split in half from smiling. i just wish he felt the same way, you know.
three years of on and off dating, mostly on, and you'd think he'd care about me. guess not.
fine, fuck him.
if he doesn't care, then i won't. drinking helps me forget him, so i'll probably go drown my sorrows at a table for two in a bar we used to go to.
sometimes making yourself sadder on purpose is fun, like when i go somewhere ashton and i used to go so i can get drunk.
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