“Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?”
Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (via jesussbabymomma)
I know what it’s like to want to die.
How it hurts to smile.
How you try to fit in, but you just can’t.
How you hurt yourself on the outside to kill the thing on the inside.
My boobs look super awesome right now. Just saying.
I’m so fucking sick of having to hide my pregnancy, and my excitement of being pregnant from my family. Just because they are a bunch of unsupportive assholes, that will just offer me nothing but negatively. I am so sick of being afraid of their reactions for everything. I am an adult for goddamn sake! They don’t even fucking live in the same city as me anymore. I am an AMAZING mother. Anyone that spends more than 5 minutes with me and Aiden would be able to clearly see that. I am enrolled in school, and being pregnant doesn’t get in the way of it. I’m having this baby with someone who truly cares for me and the unborn child, and does everything he can to make our lives better. Just because I got pregnant as a teenager with some low life dead beat, shouldn’t mean anything. We are financially stable. We have a good home, in a great area, of a city that we all love being in. If any one of them have a problem with me having another child, I have no problem removing them and their negativity from our lives.
I don’t like hearing about others sexual encounters! Ugh. I don’t care if you’re straight, gay, bisexual, black, asian, white, whateeeeever! Fuck sakes, you gross me out.