PLEASE READ: I AM REDOING THIS ENTIRE STORY. I WROTE THIS ABOUT 1-2 YEARS AGO, THE WRITING IS SEVERLY DATED, AND IF I WERE TO CONTINUE THIS (which I plan to do so) I WANT A FRESH START. The plot will be the same for the most part, don't worry!! I've just improved as a writer, and I want to expand this story beyond, "furby who has character, and girl who's abused" in a way where the characters emotions feel more realistic and such. I'll get to rewrites soon. Love you guys!! - I know. I'm a furby. A 1998 golden striped furby produced by Tiger Electronics, to be exact. I'm feared much I've realized, but there was this one girl who I had as a previous owner. I called her Angel. She was the most sweetest girl with not-so-sweet parents. It sucked for her, really. I was there, so I know. I lived through everyday dealing with that and helping her push through it. And this is my diary. It may not exactly be a leather bound book with neat lined paper in it, but it's something, something to talk about myself and my own selfishness. Something I can actually trust for once. Because humans, I cannot trust them anymore. Not after her. Contains child abuse, death, strong language, and gore/injuries.