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My baby's going to be a one year old in sixteen days. I can't believe it. I want to be pregnant again. I know it's so irrational and I'd probably freak if I actually was, but right now it's a possibility. Why do I do this to myself? I long for the days when I could go out and party as long and as hard as I wanted. I'm torn between being a mother and a teenager. Things always turn out the same way, though. I'm always here, always with Azura. And I guess that's the way that it should be.