life lesson. Don’t get fucking pregnant at 16. Cause shit never works out like you want it to, and none of it’s worth it. The guy you love, who you thought loved you to, changes. Everything about your life changes, and like fuck it’s for the better. You think you know someone, and they turn out to be the complete opposite of who you’d fallen inlove with, but you still love them with every ich of your being. Having a baby doesn’t make shit between you better either, mainly just rips you apart. And then the love you shared, it destroys you. And you’re left, stranded and alone with a baby, and no one to help you. And no one cares either, because you’ve put your self in that situation, so it’s your own fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a slut and kept my legs shut.