i created something...
something i charish and love so much.
a child...
a daughter...
my daughter..
At such a young age i created a life. i di not regret the creation of this life. i regret the father of this creation. i let him see her when ever he wants but, in the three weeks. he has her i get nothing but custody papers. what do i do about this? what do i say ? he cant take care of her. not without a trip to the hospital every week because he doesnt watch.
i just want my creation
YOU ARE READING
me
Randomi guess im just gonna use this book as a journal or venting fest book. something to cuss at. ask questions that wont be answered
