Ash. : Writing

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh, why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, ..

A Story by Ash.


This evening, I am falling apart. My barrier is slowly being battered down by my raging emotions. Sadness, anger, disappointment, nostalgia, frustrat..
Two hours and four cups of coffee, later.

Two hours and four cups of coffee, later.

A Story by Ash.


I have made an executive decision. Some of you may be wondering, "What is this decision, Ashton?" Well, it is very small and minuscule, but ..
A short memoir.

A short memoir.

A Story by Ash.


I am becoming the person you are too afraid to be. Watch me closely, for I am metamorphosing right in front of your eyes. I am no longer holding bac..
July 8, 2008 (Part 2)

July 8, 2008 (Part 2)

A Story by Ash.


My mind is trapped in an insomniac fog, so to speak. For some unknown reason, I could not sleep last night. Instead, I cleaned my room, organized, and..
Madness.

Madness.

A Story by Ash.


Perfect. Eric is angry with me. Tonight is going to be another sleepless evening, full of writing and Death Cab For Cutie.
July 8, 2008

July 8, 2008

A Story by Ash.


My mind is going a million miles per hour, currently. I cannot seem to slow it down. Amber is very depressed, and it saddens me to see her hurt. I ..
July 7, 2008

July 7, 2008

A Story by Ash.


My lower back, legs, and rear, have become uncomfortably numb, due to my work chair. To add to my discomfort, my stomach is making painful jabs, thank..

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