The Abigail Felix

Talking to myself. In public.

Rainy day, Guiliana, and me in pajamas.

Flyer proofing.

Enjoying a little bit of Google perks.

When we light up.

Don’t torture me.

Book spine poem.

And I Just Don’t Wanna be That Person Again.

Well, some days, regrets and embarrassment just seem to haunt you. I hate it. I find myself telling myself “stop. Just. Stop.”—Stop thinking about it and not be too hard on myself.

But you know, I’m a bag full of could-haves. I just don’t want to be that person again.