April 27, 2011
Oh no, oh no no no no no this can’t be not me oh shit shit shit shit. I thought it was going to get better for me, “HE” got me a tv, so now I can watch all these happy living the life I wish I had. But now I’m more miserable than ever, this can’t be I’m too young but then again I’m not but I don’t know oh I’m so confused. I’m a week late 168hours late, 7 days late late late late late. If I’m late that would make me A. Maybe I’m going through menopause. Or B. I’m pregnant oh I can’t be I don’t want this child no no no no no I don’t want “IT” self-abortion yeah I think so I must I can’t half this demon child. I want it out of me but what can I use? I could punch myself or use a hanger yeah A hanger would be good but I don’t have one. Damn fuck fuck fuck. I need this beast out of me I will NOT have it no way in hell, I need to tell “HIM”.
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