You're just a boy, and you don't understand. . .
I feel miserable, my entire body is tired, I want to just lay down and not wake up. I want to stop having to worry about money, and if my car is going to break down or not, I want to just be happy. Just happy. Is that so much to ask for? I want my boyfriend to want to go get me food, even if it's with my money, just because he knows it's going to make me happy. I want people to realize that I am more than just some pregnant chick now. I'm still the same person I was before, just a little bit moodier now. I want to be appreciated for more than just my big tits. . . I want people to respect me just because it's the decent thing to do. I didn't think I was asking too much from people, I guess I just have expectations that are unreasonable. Silly, a poof on existance. I don't want to be here anymore. I just want to run away. I don't want to be pregnant, I don't want people to be excited, I'm not excited, don't be excited for me. I wish people could talk to me about other things than just a fucking baby. But they don't get it. They never will. I'm so sick of being hungry, and in pain all the time, and wanting to do things that I just can't do. I cry all the time because I can't help it, I want to run away. I want to leave. Whatever, it's not like what I say matters anyways. Just ignore me like everybody else. Leave me alone.