This is just too fucking much.

No, I didn't just bitch slap your creative spirit.

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

- Chuck Palahniuk

I'm Abbie. 17, strange, usually lots of fun.

I like photography and music and beautiful things. Reconnecting with old friends, finger painting, weird foods from different countries, long plane flights especially at night & over oceans, playing guitar, driving, acting a fool in public when I'm with friends, proper grammar, medical textbooks;

I don't like misspellings, repeating myself, bad hair days, uncomfortable bras, speed limits, paintings that are hung unevenly, unwashed clothes, wasps, people with attitude problems.

~ Thursday, August 12 ~

This is just too fucking much.

Don’t tell me you love me and that you want me to be happy, the night after you break up with me for some bullshit reason.

Don’t break up with me then decide to tell me you made a huge mistake and you want to fix things then continue to act like shits fucked up.

Don’t just blow up at me and end everything at 3am then still come with me the next day on a college visit and hold my hand all day.

Don’t send me mixed signals and refuse to give me any definite answers on our future.

I just want some honesty here. Fuck, is that a difficult concept? Be straight with me. Don’t lead me on, feed me crap, lie to me, beat around the bush.