So I guess recently I have realised that talking about it doesn’t help but writing and taking time to process helps me work things out. I guess it would just be nice to know someone out there is listening, and hopefully reads what the real life is like. Are you listening?
So to say I had a shitty childhood would be an understatement- and no, this isn’t a cliché brat response looking into the past- I promise.
I don’t know where to start so maybe I will start with the fresh. The current.
Hi, Im 18 years of age, and I think I am pregnant.
And I don’t know who the father is.