So I realize I spent the last twelve months marching to the wrong drum, with the wrong people.
Fuck you guys.
Aha.
Friday, January 1, 2010
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Via paintt
Ahem
- Lae
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- Lae listens to depressing music for the hell of it, and dreams of adventures she knows for a fact she'll never go on. Lae is me, and I hate her at times.
It’s Ashlee really, but Lae is fancier, and prettier, things I long to be. They tell me, to stop being a child- you’re fourteen, not allowed to jump on the couch anymore. It’s depressing really.
Southeastern Connecticut is boring, and most of the time foggy, rainy- melancholy at best. We get through though, waiting until eighteen- to pack up everything and move to Colorado, or Maine- or anywhere that’s not here. To form a band and travel in the back of an old car- like the one in Little Miss Sunshine. Do you remember that? You know who you are.
I love- she loves; lots of things really. Sleeping in, Plaid suitcases, Piano music, Tea and Crackers. Ice skates, Train tracks, Docks on riverfronts. She loves Mikayla, and Erika, and Unicorn- even thought she say’s she doesn’t. She loves talking in third person as well, because it could possibly be considered as eloquent.