Nothing was found in those tests. No drugs. But something worse than drugs. Worse than not taking my depression pills for months. Worse than death. Worse than anything I can think of. And by now you probably guess it, I am pregnant. I will never forgive Travis for this, ever. He wants me to keep the kid, mom wants me to give it up for adoption, I don't want it at all but I don't want to abort it. If he would have just been more fucking careful this wouldn't have happened. I always dreamed of being a mother, having a family, but not so soon. This baby isn't going to be okay. It is going to be psycho, or a druggie, or just fucked up. Help, please. I can't deal with this now.
Until Later,
The Psycho Bitch
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The Wonderful Life Of Me, Elizabeth Howard.
Novela JuvenilA story about a young girl who struggles with school, family, and mainly life. Along with relationship stress, drug problems, and other issues, Elizabeth tries to make her life better but it take a turn for the worse.
