Yeah, that’s not fun.

Nickname(s): none (I’m not that cool)

I shake my head. She doesn’t even know how cool she really is.

Relationship status: single

I’m smiling, a full-blown smile that I haven’t felt in years, honestly. I shake my head at myself. You’re in way too fucking deep, Abbey.

I know.

Favorite TV show: tie between Gravity Falls & X-Men: Evolution. I love them

Never heard of either of them. I actually pop up the notepad on my phone and write down Wallflower, Gravity Falls, X-Men: Evolution so this all makes more sense.

High School: ready for it to expire

College: wish I could go. I’m working on it

Hair Color + Length: light brown, straight, and about to my chest?

Height: 5’5’’

Your crush: TOM HIDDLESTON!!! (aka Loki)

Loki? Really, with the long black hair? I touch my forehead. My hair is a medium-whatever. I mess my hand through the strands as I continue reading.

Tattoos: my dad says no

Strict Dad? Why’d he let her move here then? She’s not even out of high school.

Right or left-handed: Right

Any surgeries: nothing that serious

Any piercings: double lobe piercings on both ears, just four little studs, two bats and two stars

Yeah, I saw those.

Favorite sport: sports? *runs and hides*

Sometimes I feel like that too. At least with lacrosse.

First vacation: never left Maine before, but when I was really little, we used to go to the coast, about 4+ hours from Caribou, and we went sailing one time. I can’t really remember it, but my mom has pictures. Everyone seems happy

What…

My knees fall, and my foot knocks over a cardboard cutout of Hawkeye. I pause for a second, but nothing else stirs, no one coming in here. I glance back at Tumblr.

She had never left Maine before.

Without having ever really traveled, she moved here. Away from her parents and sister.

These thoughts just crash into me, trying to process. Trying to understand. Because I see myself trying to do the same fucking thing, and I’m not sure I’d have the courage to step one foot out the door.

I stare at the wall, for about three minutes total. Just staring and imagining that giant leap into the unknown.

I don’t know how…I can only feel fear.

Currently…

What are you eating: vanilla birthday cake that I made for my sister. I snuck downstairs for a slice & brought it back up

What the fuck. Why is she sneaking downstairs in her own house? Did they lock her up there? You know what, I don’t like her family. It’s a declaration I make in my head with limited facts from a Tumblr questionnaire. I get that. But I don’t give two shits. I’m sticking by it.

What are you drinking: a flat can of Fizz Life

What are you waiting for: this birthday party to end

Seriously. What happened?

Do you want kids: idk I don’t think about that

Marriage: I don’t mind either way

Career: too soon to tell