The fucking story of my life

I think i'm pregnant. i almost texted cedric about it. but i just don't think i can tell him until i know for sure, specially since i had to tell him not even a year ago i was pregnant. This is some bullshit. i don't need to be pregnant right now. or do i.... i don't kno. i really regret gettting my abortion. but i know that it was the right choice and that i'm too young. but i also know the pain of having an abortion, and i know that i can't go through that again. which is why cedric and i decided to stop having sex goddamit! i hate writing to myself. i'm fuckign telling myself stuff i already know. theres no point unless its for someone. i should be writing my autobiography. damn.....i fail.

2 years later

I've become a woman.

i've gotten pregnant. i've had to make a decision. i've moved past that point in my life. I am not helpless.....

i think i was more something back when i wrote on this. I should change the name to i am not me.

theres no time to think of the past.

I HAVE FUCKING SCABIES!!!! mother fucker. i fucking hate these things. if theres something i really feel strongly about anymore its about these little fuckers. they itch sooooo bad.

I don't know wat to write as usual so as usual i'll probably write a fucking essay about nonsense. maybe i'll do so later. for now i have to do my reading for science and stress over everthing thats due and how i don't have enough time instead of actually doing it. yay