Abigail's Real Chronicles Of Life Or Whatever Number 3 I Think (Patreon)

Hey! It's me! Abigail! Just spent the night drinking No-No-Juice, smoking creative resin/herbs and trying out morphine for the first time of my life. The moral of the story is I love you.

Last night I was like crying of joy or some shit. I was very happy. Because I kept thinking of you, my boys and my girls. You all make me so happy with your nice words and your respect and your sticky dicks and wet pussies. You all clearly healed my depression so you are like better than big pharmas and therapist and psychiatrist and shit. You people are like the most bestest.

For those wondering about the girl last time I did a real life chronicles thing: It's over. Who's to blame? Nobody knows.

Me. It was me. I'm the one to blame. I'm a sociopath.

I'm getting better tho. I only have 1 road rage every month now. That's like a 3 000% diference from before I created my Patreon lol. GOD I love running up to a car like a crazy bitch and seeing that the person I'm gonna yell at is a fuckable girl. Then I just started yelling like a fucking lunatic until she is clearly scared of me. The look in their eyes just make me so fuckin wet, they are looking at me like: "Ok do whatever you want to me but don't kill me okay!?"

Maybe I should shut up right about now.