babies babies...mommas
this doll was ran over and raped by me. repeatively. heh.
this year is a strange year. i've been seeing some of my classmates from high school.
mostly females, female mommies. then i just think how weird it is, because theyre just the same age as me, perhaps even younger. then i wonder if their child was intended or if it was an accident. and then after all that is running through my head, i think...wow, i'm still the same old me...i look the same, act the same, life...is the same. then i start to hate where i'm at in life. i want a baby too. i want to carry a freakin' baby in my belly for 9 months and pop "it" right out of my vagina...and love it. and feed it. and other things...it.
so..today i saw this girl that i went to school with. i use to remember she was trendy and sort-of popular in school. then she met this dirty rock in roll boy, and she turned out to be a goth-freak i'll-never-take-showers-anymore girl. it was weird to see her transform and gain weight and turn ugly. she even started to wear those black chokers with spikes..thats how i remember her, because i remember thinking how her kneck looked really fat when she wore them. and so i saw her today, with this boy that was almost as tall as her. i assumed it was her son..because they were holding hands. thats when i started to think about all the people i've seen so far from highschool that are parents.
i envy them.