Sara Ashley.

(via you-cant-hear-me)

Would one of my lovely followers like to talk to me?
It could be about anything, really.
I’d just like my mind to be taken off of things for awhile.

I’m just in one of those,
“Everything on Tumblr is getting the best of me, and I’m crying for no reason, and every post makes me want to cry” moods.
So… If you’re wondering why I’m not on a lot tonight, you know why.

I feel like I’m losing everyone I care about.
And, it’s my fault.

I’m about to go out for a run.
I’m pretty darn excited!
It’s just so gorgeous outside!^.^

If any of you decide to tag me in a post, that makes me the happiest camper ever! :D
I’m always super surprised when I see things under my URL… But I love it!:D

What happened to all the good old simple times? We used to laugh at all the small stupid stuff. Now, if I even try to laugh at them, I get called immature. Me? The immature one? Your the one who tried to end it all. The one who wanted to call quits on everything including life itself. I’m the one who tried to pull you back up above the surface, when the waves were to much to handle. I’m the one who had to clean up the mess. Im the one you burdened everything with. Whatever happened to our little late night drives just to get a food craving of some sort? Now, every time I bring that up, you use the excuse, “Doing that is pointless. Immature. Specially when you’ve got bills to pay.” What ever happened to us? We used to be together always. Two peas in a pod, you and I. “I promise I won’t do that.” It was our little secret. A pact of some sort. “Deal.” I said. And with that, we shook on it. Then cinderella came into the picture expecting you to sweep her off her feet. Little by little you began to slip away. Began to lose grasp of any imagination you had left. I was the one that was left alone in the dust. The one who had to pick up the pieces. Your pieces. I found out about your little secret. Yeah, looks like Cinderella just forced that glass slipper on her foot. Good thing her foot was ten sizes too big. Yet, because of her, our pact was broken. We were broken. At least I was anyways. As soon as the glass slipper started to crack, you realized she wasn’t the right princess
in the story books. So you came Back to our little cottage. But oops, you found a grand condo for only ten ninety five. SOLD! And you were gone once more to leave me in the dust. Sleeping beauty lived next door. “Come prince charming. Come wake me from dreams. Come sweep me off my feet.” Oh please, and to think you actually fell for all of that crap. Uh Ohhh. Prince charming got sleeping beauty pregnant. Actually, he didn’t. Only thought he did. So back to the cottage he went. This time, I was just the maid servant to clean up all the messes. To get ranted at for hours, only to be yelled at some more. I prayed for you. I prayed for hours. I prayed that you would open your eyes to see the flowers bloom, and not everything was so grey and gloomy. But God was just some giant wolf to you who took away everything. Actually, I’d like to think he saved you from something that could kill you. A poisoned apple perhaps. Am I Ariel? Because I lived the rest of my life on land for you. I gave up all the waters so I could help you. And I’m the immature one? Think again.