9/27
Bullshitted that assignment. I really need to start doing my English
homework because straining my mind for an example and ending up with a
diaper commercial is not cool. And my leg still hurts horribly
but at least I'm not Betty. She went to her mom's ob/gyn this morning.
She has to go back in two weeks for her STD results but, she is (in her
words) "most deff. pregnant" and due on May 23rd. Both my parents know,
her mom knows, and Damien's mom knows. When I see Damien next, he is
getting on hell of an earful. I am livid. I am pissed. She hoped
she was. She "wants a story to tell". As the next nine months pass,
it's going to get nearly impossible to conceal her identity. Her true
identity will be revealed and she'll be screwed. Betty is a large part
of my life. Already it's difficult. She's in for a long road whether
she keeps the baby or not. The PPH website had the nerve to say most
women don't feel sadness, regret, or depression after an abortion. I'm
pissed. Why wasn't she smart enough to use a fucking condom? Why wasn't
he? A condom is not fucking hard to get ahold of!
That's it. That's what you're gonna get pissed at me for, Betty. (Yeah,
she can read this journal, fyi.) I'm going to go take advantage of the
clean tub after I do my global homework. More entries tomorrow. When
I'm avoiding my dad's girlfriend. bwahaha
Vickey
1 comment:
:( I'm at a loss for words.
I have so much to say, but don't know where to begin or how to say it. Y'all are in my thoughts and prayers.
xoxo~Bernadette
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