Give me money!
Shit, this sucks, I fucking hate the way shit can turn out. We (eric and I) need to get our own place, but we can't until we get money. Eric can't get a job unless he gets a car which he can't get until he has money. We can't move out until we are married, which we can't do until Eric get's work. That and I need sex. Lots. From Eric. Being pregnant makes everything more. your tummy gets more, your boobs get more, and your emotions get more. If you have good self esteem to begin with, while pregnant you feel beautiful, and glowing, like you yourself are the mother earth, the life goddess. I had shit for self esteem, and now I feel like if I were any less sexy I would have to be put in a cage for little children to throw pens at. I'm so fucking depressed, i think it may be due to the fact that I almost never go out anymore, and I'm faced with everything from homelessness( again) to having my child taken away from me because, I missed one stupid class. I need to get out and stop wallowing in my own mess. But I'm too afraid to. I need to go for now, because Eric wants sex. good bye!