Dear Austin,
I went on a date yesterday. His name was Mark. At first he was alright but once he found out that I had a child he started calling me names and telling me I was a screw up. I went home and cried wishing you were there to tell me everything's going to be ok. The thing was I knew I was a screw up and no matter what I do I'll always be one so what's the point of crying over some stupid guy calling me one?
You're probably thinking 'What happened to my happy Nova?' Well she left once you left.
-Nova
