Poor Picarri. Life has crapped out on her again. After avoiding a narrow escape from homelessness, the big 'G' sucker-punched her in the face with another problem. Near homelessness again. Thankfully, Picarri has a good friend who convinced his family to take her in and help her get back on her feet, provided she can even muster the motivation and self-confidence to even stand.
My confidence and faith in other people is so far gone, it's not even funny. I trusted these people, and they threw me out on my arse just to save face. The entire time I was living there, I got the short end of the stick. I got the sh*t end of the butt right in my face every damn time. I was ignored, avoided, insulted, laughed at, and everything else you could possibly think of. And my so-called 'boyfriend' just let it happen. When one of my roommates threatened to beat me up and slit my throat, he just stood there as I walked away from the situation to avoid getting hurt. He just watched as she threatened me, and then ignored me and resumed talking to everyone else as opposed to making sure I was alright. He didn't stand up for me. He didn't tell her to watch her mouth or anything. And to think I might be pregnant with that man's child.
I've been feeling sick lately. Sluggish. Dead on my feet. I've been getting dizzy easily, as well as a lot of cramps. Yet I haven't gotten my period in nearly two months. I'm scared. I can't handle a kid. As much as I want one, I'm not ready. But I can't tell anyone, because I'll be thrown to the streets. My friend's family will only put up with so much, and my grandparents have already told me they won't let me back in the house if I'm pregnant. My life has just been spiraling downward so much lately. Everyone tells me not to give up and to keep trying, but where has trying gotten me? A girl can only take so much badness at once....
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