Chapter 3 We’re on the plane…. Once I’m shown to my seat, I feel lonely, plan full of people and I’m so alone. This isn’t anything that’s unusual and again you would think I’m used to it. But this time it’s different, I miss can you believe it, I miss Ashley. I
Sometimes I wish inanimate objects were able to speak with people. Or at least hear what they say and do what they say. Right now I wish my phone was just that – able to hear how I tell it to shut the hell up and then actually shut the hell up. Nonsense, you say?