contrary to popular belief.

Yesterday was the worst Christmas I've ever had, and probably in the top 5 of my worst days ever. I tried so hard to make my family enjoy the holiday and actually have it concern family. As it did with Thanksgiving, it backfired. I have nothing here, and I doubt I'll ever come "home" again. By "home" I mean any place my parents live, their house, their place of employment, or whatever. I may be in Greensboro at some point or another, but you can rest assured it'll be for a damn good reason. Never again will I travel to Greensboro to see a guy because I'm not good enough for them, just like I'm not good enough for my parents. Don't even begin to think "Oh, Ashley, you're good enough." No, I'm not. They told me so.

Despite yesterday's happenings, I'm an extremely happy person at the moment. Adam Cartrera, thank you.