I am to tell “My story” here… I refuse.
Just kidding. :)
My oh my, it’s about time I change this up a bit.[=

Legend.————————————————————————->

First, and most importantly: I HATE Charlie The Unicorn.
My name is Ash-Leigh, if you haven’t figured that out already. You can call me AshLeigh, or Lurley, if you’re Joey.
I live in Ashland. Home of the Twisted, and obnoxiously rude.
I am a mouthy little wench.
I openly admit to being an asshole.
Proud sister of LezboPirate.

If I were to change my Fluther username, I would choose “I Write Naked” because it’s true.

I am the singer in a band. We’re called New Form.
I am in complete stalker mode when it comes to the band Eve Six.
I have a big fat crush on Brittney Spears.

“Nasty be flagged; funny be lurved.” -Zensky.

I want to love like Johny and June.

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

I might say I love you, but I won’t remember in the morning.

Awareness is an endless pursuit… But the challenge of enlightenment is my entire purpose of existence.

I try to stay out of the religious threads. They’re just big fights. The believers, Vs. The nonbelievers.

I hate all of the following:
Fish.
Waking up in the morning. Going to sleep at night.
People can’t admit they’re wrong.
Whales and mimes.
The “Mary Me” song
Doing anything with my hair that takes actual effort.
The word “Epic”.
Mexican restaurants that don’t serve nachos!!!

I love all of the following:
Batman. Blues Clues.
Singing. Dancing. Anything to do with music.
Reading. Writing. Photography.
Church. Jesus.
Screaming. Moshing. Raving. Ranting.
How To Train Your Dragon. NCIS. Law And Order SVU. Pokemon. Anything Tim Burton.
Climbing trees. Jumping on the bed. Being childish.
The color Lime Green.

I am obsessed with all of the following:
Serial Killers.
Batman.
Vikings.
Hitler.
Jim sturgess.
Ducks. Platypuses.
Jones Soda. Canada. England.

Don’t tell me to grow up. I’ll act 35 when I’m 35.

When I’m old, I’m going to be a rebel, and refuse to drink Prune Juice.

I live in a small town, in Alaska.
My hair lives in my eyes.

I am the youngest of five siblings. I love them all.
My best friends, well, my only friends, are Nick, Marissah, Henna, Gage, and Joey.
I get along with guys better than girls.
I go to an Alternative High school. Long name. 72% hot dudes.

The best things in life are free.

Cleaning on roller blades = Endlessly entertaining.

I am a sucker for the simple things in life. All I need are good friends, good music, and a lot of sleep.
I like shoulders to cry on, I like friends to hug, I like reasons to smile.

I am 16, 17, 18 years old.
Puns are never intended.

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When it’s Broken.
By Ash-Leigh Keigh.

This sound.
This monstrously familiar sound.
And entire life,
held in a slow moving
spinning glass ball.
Shattering inward.

The dark laughter of unhappy children
portrayed in your sisters crayola sketch.

A tall shaded creature.
Crouching in the shadows.
Hiding from everything that never mattered.

Reaching for the hope you never knew.
Grasping only broken edges,
and needle syringes.

Something that was taken from you
as a child.
A freedom you never could find.

These are sounds I’ve heard before.
The sounds
of a grown man crying.

A feverish hatred
for anything passionate.
A scattered family.
The lack of empathy.
And not knowing what to do anymore
when it’s broken.