Abigail...</3

User. Abuser. Loser. All those men were right as I crawle from the dumpster. "uhck! Crack a window she smells, but not of English blood. Nay, she smells loke a mule, and feels like a body dragged from the mud!" they called after. It wasn't cruel no, said the people of the small town. You see she did it for a show, she was simply a whoreish clown! What they didn't see, and didn't know: this girl was genius see! And she would give them a show! she sliced the throat of the mayor the first night, his wife the next! She continued for three months filling every woman man and child with fright! She continued on for two more months, the town quarantined as though set upon with a hex! She killed every last one of them. With not one speck of blood on her, from her hear to dress hem.

I Don't Know...?

I can't figure you out. Your here then there, then nowhere, then everywhere, then here again...and it's great. I feel important, thought about, remembered. Then your gone. And I feel hurt, and alone, and the closer I get to you it rips alittle more off. Off of what? I'm still not really sure. Me, my heart, my soul? I don't know. I don't know much. I'm pretty dumb, but I do know this: your awesome, I miss the shit out of you, and you should let me find you...just once...