It feels like every single day that passes holds about 150 hours each. Hasn't it been years since yesterday? I just want to take that test and find out if Satan's spawn is truly in my womb or not. Needless to say, I'm going a little crazy. But Chelsea just suggested a couple of good hobbies to consider while I'm home alone that will help de-stress ( Read more... )

Last night was BAD. Sam and I got into a huge fight [shock surprise!] and I ended up screaming "YOU'RE KILLING ME. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE." He got in the shower and came out to see me sobbing in front of the computer with "abortion" filled in under "search". He got upset and was like "Why are you looking at that??" and I told him that I'd ( Read more... )

He is such a piece of shit.
I can't believe I put myself get in this situation.

I figured out when my period was. The last day was the eighth. Which means it's only been a little under three weeks. Thus, I have to wait until at least Saturday/Sunday for any test to be accurate, but closer to probably Monday/Tuesday. I just called my mom and asked for the number to my gyno and I'm going to schedule an appointment to get tested ( Read more... )

Took a test today, not pregnant. But I'm about ninety-nine percent positive that I took it quite a few days early so I'm going to wait until Friday and take another. Just in case. Since they come in packs of two, I'll probably take the other next Monday [not in two days] as an extra extra precaution. I really just don't trust those things. Heather ( Read more... )

Well, it's not for sure yet, and there's still a chance that I'm not, but believe me, this all will be one very long list of coincidences if I'm not. Which is totally fine by me, btw ( Read more... )

Okay. Seriously. I've made a lot of mistakes. I've hurt so many people in my life, and I regret it more than any of you will ever know. If I could take it all back, I would. I would look into those beautiful blue eyes and kiss that perfect face over and over again. Promise the world to you and I'll be goddamned if anything came in the way of ( Read more... )

I've got Sam addicted to America's Next Top Model. He's watched it with me for the past two weeks now and he asked me if there was any way he could see the episodes he missed. Hahahahaha.

Each day just blurs right into the next, and the next, and the previous and all of the other days there will be and ever was. Days of the week mean nothing. Dates mean nothing. Nothing means anything anymore and I'm pretty okay with it ( Read more... )

Sam is seriously destroying our relationship. Now he's decided to write a song about Amelia. WHAT THE FUCK. IS HE EVEN THINKING ANYMORE? He plans on putting it on their first cd. You know what, I don't even care anymore. I am so sick of him. I'm sick of crying over him. I give up on people. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. No one ever means a goddamn ( Read more... )