So, all of my friends are either getting engaged, getting married, or getting pregnant and here I am... single Ashley living in Mom and Dad's house. How awesome am I?
This time last year, I was on top of the world. I thought I'd finally found my Prince Charming and I'd be getting my "Happily Ever After." Now, I'd give anything to go back three years knowing what I know now. I'd ignore that metal kid with the argyle sweater, bald head, goatee, chain wallet, and tennis shoes. I'd tell him no thank you and that I wasn't looking to date anyone.
It's been almost 6 months and I don't think it gets any easier.
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