I don’t understand why none of my family saw it.
I don’t understand why I lie about how I feel on the inside.
Jesus, if my family saw this blog, I think they would make sure I was locked up tight in a padded room with a goddamn straight jacket, just to make sure I don’t do anything stupid.
Too late, mom. Too late, Dad. Too late, every other fucking person in my family.
And I’m having yet another pregnancy scare.
I give up.
I’m a failure, I’m a fucking whore, I’m a fucking alcoholic.
I’m a mistake.
I’m sorry mom.