I'm praying that I didn't get punk'd by this seemingly perfect philadelphian pretending that he was prepared for the subconcious indecent proposal i was planning without my own permission.
HELP!
I was sooo ready to fall.
I actually didn't even think about it before I walked to the cliff..
It was so automatic.
so natural
that's how I knew I was ready to fall.
I knew there was a perverbial parachute.
I wasn't nervous or apprehensive at all.
I was hype to love him and to be loved back.
It's up in the air now...
not me, just it.
I was tryna be up there with it,
but he brought me back to ground level--
real quick.
i'll probably think twice this time.
at least that's the Plan.
I don't think its funny at all tho.
and I just might bash ashton's face in.
