Also, it’s funny how you’re so about her when no less than a couple months ago in your aunt’s kitchen, you told me I was the girl you wanted to be with and the girl you wanted to marry. Guess things change that quick in Jesus-land. I honestly think it was a sign that I got pregnant. But the fact that you beat me down and made me feel like nothing and I couldn’t stand it, I guess I deserved to have a miscarriage. It’s like a fucking button clicked in your mind and being “19” is your priority. So go fuck your nasty hoe and your sideline too. I already know you did. It’s sad because I wanted us to be our first and our lasts…

It’s funny how you “hopped off drugs for a moment and combed your hair for once.” Kenzie was fucking good for that one. I still don’t understand why you’re dating that bitch. I’m jealous. I’ll admit. But i’m not jealous of the fact that you moved on, I’m jealous of the way you moved on. I continue to wollow in my self pity bc of all the hurtful things you said to me while I was pregnant. And how you don’t give a FUCK about how much money it was for my surgery, how I feel, or anything. I wish you did. I wish that you would’ve got off your lazy ass and gone with me but she was more important? Cool. I’m finally on a smaller dosage of my depression meds, just fyi. Not like you’ll see this or care. It’s fucked up what you’re continuing to do, but I guess you don’t owe me anything…ha yeah right, the fuck, yes you do.

RIP baby.

You’ll stay with me? Until the end. And he won’t be able to see you? No. We’re here you see. Stay close to me? Always.

Love is hell.

… and like Pac said, keep ya head up
I know it’s hard at times, you get fed up
but don’t let up, gotta stay strong
but whatever you just don’t give up
don’t worry bout him, just do you
stay focused, get on your grind