Question Answer Do you like carrots? Yes Do you play tennis? Yes Have you ever traveled on a train? No Were you born in Florida? Yes Have you ever been to Hawaii? No Do you own a cat? No Do you wear glasses or contacts? No Do you live in a house? Yes Do you water ski? No Do you have a brother Yes

I feel like I was put on this Earth to do something extraordinary. I know I am myself and in myself i can do all and anything. I seek to be known, only so i can make a difference, even if only in one person. But to be known is to be loved, envied, and yes hated.  I can honestly say a good amount of people fit in each category and feel those ways for me. Really that’s the beauty of it. I actually enjoy being hated. Why? Well because without hate there could be no love. People try so hard to get other to like them, frying their hair, ruining nail beds, worsening acne by covering it up. For what though? What is the purpose of it all?Oh that’s right, to stay safe, to stay like. I don’t strive to impress those who in the end wont be at my funeral. In essence, no one will care for you like your family and possibly your best friends. But how many people is that? 5,10,15,20… i don’t know. What i do know is that it leaves the rest of the world as acquaintances. So if you don’t quite care about me or my well being(lets face is they don’t) then why should i care about you and your thoughts? Oh your words so venomous and vile. A smirk of accomplishment spreads across your face but me, a simple smile because i feel bad for you and i think its a little pathetic, yet at the same time funny. You don’t know me, you don’t know half of me but you take joy in trying to hurt me. Whether you make a joke or rude comment at me your wasting your time and energy only for me to smile at your ignorance. Yes, your ignorant if you make a crack at me. If you even knew anything about me you’d know that your opinion mean nothing to me , because you mean nothing to me. Sounds harsh but its oh so very true. So unless you enjoy being a wasteful human, back off. Honestly i take a great liking in others ignorance, its both entertaining and informative. I enjoy when others hate on me, hilarious that you care that much to make it a point to be so mean and lets me know who you really are. Which reminds me, back to acceptance. The things we do to fit in, the people we hurt or up-bring, the clever things we say. For what? If I have to go out of my way to get you to like me, then you don’t really like me you get it? Your appeal is towards my front, the faked out twisted version of myself that i portray only to gain your acceptance. Anyone that is decent enough to be in my life, will not pass me by. I don’t think God would let them. In the end that’s what it all comes down to, me and God. Did you read that correctly? Yes me and God not me and you or your friends or anyone else for that matter. So why? What is the reason for all the drama, all the silliness? Yes breath, take it in. The world we live in is based on personal appearance. Whether you walk into a designer store or a high school the latest fashions and trends pertaining to that group are present. Cookie cutter people striving to be like everyone else yet daring to call themselves unique. What is that’s not good enough? Its not for me. I’m sick of being another face in the crowd of fake zombies following all the rules made by others. Others that we don’t know, others that don’t care about us. I want my own rules, and im going to set my own boundaries because i know who i am and I’m not afraid to show it. I’m also not afraid to speak my mind either, not because i care about what you have to say about my thoughts but to be real. Knowing when its real is one of the most exhilarating feelings. Feeling real emotion, real love, real contempt, real joy, real heartbroken. Without being real what are you? Could you even feasibly say that you know your own self if your too busy trying to be someone your not? Think about the fakes out there. They’re lost, they’re strange because they cant accept themselves. I love myself and all my flaws, weaknesses, and mistakes that I’ve made. Without them, I wouldn’t be Ashley Reve.

In the process of getting withdrawn this chick deff gavee her number.. She didnt look bi ahaha

Yaya yaya arexxx wake up!