Oy... Carolyn, why do you have such a talent to make me see the truth and face up to it? It's disturbingly like Brad's own talent... *snarls* Like I said, ebtween you and my past, and him with the present, you two could make a great diagnosis about my own current state of mind, jsut by hearing my voice on the telephone... Or you could make a book, "The story of an Abby."
Damn you. Both of you. That's all I got to say. Damn you both to hell in a handbasket. (And we're talking a plain one, no paint or decorations allowed! So there!)

*sighs* Push, shove, corner, shove harder... I hate those moods, LoL Self- hurting tendencies can never be outgrown, huh? *shakes head* Man... I hate it when I get into such a mood as that. Someone hurts me, and all I can think of is hurting them back... and because I'm stupid, I usually end up hurting myself more than anone else, especially the one whom I was aiming for in the first place. *pounds head on desk* Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!!!

Erm... I need my clothes back... Should prolly jsut ask him when he wants his sweatshirt back... I don't suppose he's going on Saturday because of theboyscouts and all... *rolls eyes* So, it's either Sunday or bust. So... I should prolly call him and see what's up. Are we even going skating? Ugh... I need to figure out my calendar. LoL I'm clueless!!!