I was called Ashley, but to me, my face does not match my name. I am a pessimist, yet a realist at the same time. A complex and confused individual just looking for a way to escape the nightmares in my head. I am a person who enjoys stars, imaginary creatures, music, piercings and over sized hoodies. I fall in love with the soul, then the appearance. I have a heart that is as black as my lungs, and that is as black as the night, that I love so much.  Who looks for something more productive to do with her time. I am obsessed with numbers, and the way our hands fit together so well. I’d rather be called by nicknames, instead of my real name. I got attached to people more than I tell my parents I love them. I basically raised myself, and I am a bit of a loner. I am a actress, and I don’t understand how anyone trusts me. I find escape in listening to music that touches me. I lose focus when you don’t text me in a while. I get over jealous and over protective, because I don’t want to lose what makes me so happy. My cat and My nightmares are my best friends. In a sense I could be classified as being self centered, but I have a hard time talking about myself.

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I will make covers for books., for some votes.