But can't sleep. I need to be up early. I think I will get my hair cut, go try to workout at Curves. I just don't want to think about the baby anymore. I hate it. And then I hate myself for hating it. Its not his fault... no one's fault but my own. I will go look for an apartment. Tomorrow...
Like most things, this is hard for me to stick to...but I'm always glad its here when I come back. Let's do this... Sit back, relax and let me blow your mind. I'm super fly and star material, but I'm lost in space, kinda hanging around. Most of my blogging is random. "there's only 3 men I'll serve my whole life: that's my daddy, California and Jesus Christ..."
Monday, April 21, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
I usually bug my bd.
I realize the only time I really want to blog, is when I feel like I can't really email/chat/harass the bd. It isn't that the bd doesn't hear me. I feel like my thoughts are inappropriate are not really valid - like they're mood swings. On another note, my sister bought me my first baby bag. Its REALLY cute!
Thursday, April 3, 2014
There are good days.
I had a bad day yesterday. I cant don't know why. I forgot to snack last night, so woke up with low blood sugar. There was an accident this morning, but I made it to work on time. They dont want us parking on the black top anymore, which sucks because its closet othe classrooms I work in. It isnt too bad, but I think Im not supposed to be walking all that much. On another note, its so good to be working, making that money, no matter how low! Hah.
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And... I had a great Saturday/Sunday. I havent seen K's dad for over a month and he came out to see me. It was like heaven. Like a dream come true, I'm teary eyed because it was such an amazing time. We went to my cousins gender reveal party (K's gonna have a boy cousin to have fun with!). We are good food, they got to drink and I got what I needed.
There are really really good days. I wish there weren't so many bad ones, so many uncomfortable ones.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Pretending
Im pretending like its all figured out, like I still want to have this baby. But the truth is, somedays... Like tonight, I dont. I feel like, though, Ill regret it more if I gave him away than if I keep him. But keeping him is hurting my soul. Its not bringing me closer to God, just making me think God is weird.
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I just want it to all be over - either get here already, or die already. But how awful is that? I just want it to be over.
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