I push my back against the headboard. Is this what I really want? Is this the future that I had yearned for earlier? Is it?
I am tired, tired of everyone around me, God, How I wish for a break from all of this mess.
He abused me--He broke his promise but it would it even be classified as abuse compared to all of the countless other atrocious things he has done to me. I am utterly confused.
A lonesome tear drops from my eye. I gently caress my belly. I don’t know who I am right now but all I know that if I am carrying a life inside of me, I will do anything to make sure that it lives peacefully before and after its birth.