I feel bloated. Yesterday I totally over did it on the junk food and now I need to go work it off. I really don’t feel like driving to the gym so I think I’ll run. I haven’t done that in a while and its a little park right around the corner.

I never got around to deleting this playlist but I wish I would’ve. ‘This is so not what I need right now.’

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“Ash! Come on Ash I really have to use the toilet. Dammit Ash, if you’re gonna cry all day and night can you at least do it in a room that isn’t a common room for everyone.”

Coming out of the bathroom after a few more shouts, teary eyed and looking like hell “Happy now?”

“Very.”

“God, John could you be a bigger ass. The girl has a broken heart and you can go piss outside somewhere man.”

“Well fuck you if I have enough manners to not want to piss on the side of a building.”

“I’m sorry about him Ash.” Letting out a sigh, “why don’t you go to the room and try to relax, k? We don’t have to be in Chicago for another two days. Try and get some rest?”

She gave Mike a ‘what the hell, you can’t really be serious’ look and glared at him.

“Look okay, listen to some music or something just-just try okay. You’re going to be no good for your fans if you’re like this on stage.

With no words and just a head nod the brunette was ushered to the bedroom by Sam, who grabbed her bright green covered ipod at sat in nest to her in the bed.

After getting the brunette settled, Sam turned to her, “that’s my girl. You know we all love you Ashy. You’re like a little sister and I really hate seeing you like this.” He placed a kiss on her forehead and joined the rest on the band mates back in the living area of the hotel suite so she could be alone since she seemed to not really respond to any of them when they spoke to her.