Shit shit shit
Im pregnant and the baby daddys someone i barely know. He isolated from everyone, he's an asshole, not even mention hes a fucking man whore.
Oh ya im pregnant with twins...
Just great.
I cant believe he just did that i went back to the table and sat down to see steff and Keith looking at me with pleading eyes. I rolled my eyes "it's nothing" I said. Just now noticing the food had arrived. I looked down at my yummy steak i was dying for early but I wasnt hungry anymore. I flagged down a waiter that was walking by "can i get a box please" i said sounding way to stressed. She nodded with a smile and left to go get it. I looked back at steff and glanced at keith "im gonna go home im extremely tired, you guys can stay and celebrate im just gonna go to bed anyway " i said just as the waitress came back. I slapped a twenty dollars and the table "to cover my food" I said as i put all the food into the small box. Steff nodded "you sure you dont want us to come with you" she worry overtook her voice. I gave my best smile i could right now without completely breaking down so it was probably a pathetic one. "Im fine i just need some sleep and some alone time" i said brushing it off. I crawled over Keith giving steff a quick kiss on the cheek and then the same with keith and waving goodbye. I walked out of the crowded restaurant and walked out into the frost bitten air and snow. I passed all the little shops ive spent so much time in i felt the tears come down sprinkling down my cheeks. I didnt stop them i knew they would just keep going. I knew i was alone in this for good now.
I made it home,no doubt my makeup ruined and spread along my naked cheeks. I knew one thing would make me feel better. I ran to my closet changing into a pair black workout spanks and a ripped up holey t-shirt. I ran across the room and layed down on the floor next to my bed and pulled out the wood easel and my box of painting supplies next to it instead of the paints i grabbed the charcoal pancils . I set up my easel right infront of my big old factory looking window and let the brokenness fly out of me leaving me numb and and blank. I looked at the master peice i created it reflected pain,sorrow,brokenness, it reflected me, i drew what i saw, what no on else saw. Just like all the others i had painted. Most people pick up the knife. But i picked up a paintbrush.
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(Found dis on internet, but whoever did this is fucking talented( this is roughly what carly drew)
Once i was done i felt better, i always felt better. I took the drawing and hung it up on the wall along with a mixture if my paintings and other people's ive traded with. Ever since i was litte i always dreamed of being a artist but little did i know dreams dont come true.
