
i've been running from something. twenty years in the car. down a road that's leading me nowhere...
ryan ashley. twenty.
writer. actress. bad-ass.
utterly interested in all music/films. and cats.
tonight i tried to move on from my insanely phenomenal ex by sleeping with someone else. someone i’d already slept with previously that i’m still friends with. i found myself hating what i’d liked SO much before because all i could think about was my ex, and how different this was, and how much it wasn’t anything as remotely as good as any night i had with my ex.
love stinks. yeah, yeah.