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Abby fact: When I want to talk to someone and I can't, I post something on some sort of social network.  It's the only way I can relieve frustration.. I just feel like I have some super power that they'll know it's about them and understand what's going on.  I hope it actually works, but even if it doesn't, it really makes me feel better..


Another Abby fact:  I get really scared, really easily. (of boys) AGH. It's nothing anyone can prevent; it just always happens. La la la la la every thing's going along fine and happy, la la la BOOM!!! They say something a little too nice... Cue the sudden uneasy feeling of suffocation, possible unwanted vulnerability, and imaginary foreshadowing of unquestionable destined evil to come. (aka being plaaaayed suckaaaa!)


For real.. Am I being paranoid right now, or just careful? Douchebag guys have trained me well. 


Also, I realized today I'm a hipster. Not an annoying one.  And that means probably not a full-blooded hipster.. I'm probably like half-hipster.  But hey, what can ya do but embrace it eh?