no, my real name is not abigail, it's abby, so don't even ask. i live in menasha, go to menasha high, it's the place to be, hah. basically for me to treat you with respect, you have to treat me with respect. if you disrespect me, i will do the same to you, it's just how i work. i think everyone can voice their own opinion, it's just there's a point between what you should say, and shouldn't. i'm a pretty open person, i really am not all that shy, maybe on occasion. i usually always have something to say. i don't like being proved wrong, so therefor i usually argue until i'm right. i dont drink, hate me for it, i dont care. in my opinion i just think i changes a lot of people, not all, but the majority of them. my friends mean the world to me, they're amazing. my mom is one of my best friends, i couldn't ask for a better one. for some reason i want to move to chicago when i get older. and for what i want to do with my life, something with modeling/fashion, anything along the lines of that, tell me i won't make it, i could give a shit less what you think. and lastly, my boyfriend, grant steven kratzer, he really is my other half and he honestly means more to me than anyone will ever understand.

you know what's wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." you call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you're already in that cage, you built it yourself. and it's not bounded in the west by tulip, texas, or in the east by somali-land. it's wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself ♥ breakfast at tiffany's.