and i look back, so strong that it was like that time we made imprints in the wet cement and waited for them to dry. ashley is 20 today. her and i are travlling to calgary. i'm packing all of my things soon and who knows where i will find myself. this is for the best. i tell myself this over and over. if ashley leaves, i'd really have no reason to be here. those once so bright are draining into this monotonous electronical cycle of lameness. i miss my guitar, i hope tyler remembers to bring it tomorrow morning.
i love you, let's go to sleep.