Here I am, a 20 year old mother living with her two friends and their son. I have yet to experience living on my own. And truthfully,I am terrified to. I have a job, but it is not a steady one at all. I just feel as if I am going no where in life. Which I'm not. . all my money goes to my son. So there is no such thing as 'saving up' Because every bit of it gets used.
The father of my child is not involved, I would be a liar if I said I forgot about him. My love for him died long ago. . but I often think. .is he suffering the way I am? I hope he is doing worse. .It wouldn't surprise me with the record he has with police, the b*****d. I hope his death is slow for abandoning his first born. .
Where am I even going with this journal. No one actually reads them anymore, not like they used to anyways.
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