Dear Diary,
I'm not really doing to well right now. I'm sitting in this hospital bed. I've been here for 2 days now. I had a miscarriage. I was taking a shower and I saw blood running down my leg and I started yelling. Luckily, Polo was in the hallway. He heard me and came in and his eyes almost popped out of the sockets. He's a D boy so I know he's seen a blood or a dead body before. I didn't think he would freak out like he did. He called 911 and the ambulance came and took me to the hospital. I feel like part of me just died. But I realized that everything happens for a reason. Maybe god said that my child wasn't ready for this cold world. I'm happy that god has my child. Polo has been a great support system. He's very sad to but he's holding it together for us.
Dear Notebook,
My head is everwhere right now. My first child went back home. I'm sad that we couldn't meet. The night it happend I was scared out of my mind. Don't get me wrong I've seen blood and dead bodies but it was a dead baby that's different. I immediately just helped Curvy because I know this was scary for her to. I was really anticipating that child but I'll be ready for whatever god has for me. I'm a thug but I won't lie I've cried at least twice. But I have to pull myself together for me and Curvy
