the weather here is stupid.
just a few days ago, it was like 90.
then yesterday, the high was like 56.
today, more of the same.
i actually prefer cooler weather, i just want some fucking consistency.

i want a cigarette too.
yesterday, on campus i saw all the smokers huddled together trying to stay warm while they sucked on carbon monoxide and fiberglass, and i thought to myself "i wanna be one of those dirty smokers in the huddle!"
i'm so selfish.

J's being a very bad fiance and soon-to-be daddy.
that fuckface came downstairs and saw me crying and he didn't even bother to come over and ask me what was wrong.
it wasn't anything he hasn't already heard a dozen times, but a little attention goes a long way.
and i am not above keying his car, slashing his tires, and putting sugar in his gas tank.
douchebag.

i'm not really enjoying being pregnant.
at first i thought it was me just being hormonal, but nope, i don't like it.
i have too many image issues for this shit.
it's hard to feel good about being pregnant, when i hate all the changes it's bringing.
i'm gonna be such a horrible mom.

Labels: baby business, my love

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