Too many f*cking thoughts

Well, I’ve been thinking. Prolly too much, I have a migraine. But I’m feeling stressed out as hell so that could be it, I suppose. I just don’t know how I’m going to do all this stuff I’m supposed to do. I mean, I need to go to the FIA office, right at 7:00am my caseworker said. Well, how the hell am I gonna get anywhere that early in the morning? Never mind the fact that I promised my aunt I wouldn’t miss any school! I mean, originally Randy could, err, would have taken me, but I fucked that over…*sigh*…I do that a lot.

And  I need to get that application for those apartments back to their office soon, but to do that, I need to fill them out all of the way. Then I can mail it in. But I don’t know if I can wait four months…I’m going crazy here. There’s nothing to do, and I’m supposed to be home a lot, and I just can’t go back to living anything like when I lived with my parents. and I miss my freaking boyfriend. I think I should be allowed to stay out later with the guy who’s baby I’m carrying. Sheesh.

Now I have all these people telling me what a dumbass idiot I am for getting pregnant right now, and you know what? I KNOW it wasn’t the smartest thing in the world. I’m not fucking retarded. But if I’m gonna make the mistake, then I’m gonna live with it, and quite frankly, I don’t see it as a mistake, which is why I’m getting pissed off. Having a baby is supoosed to be the most wonderful thing in the world, it’s not the end of the world, like most people are trying to tell me. I mean, jesus. People should just keep their fucking opinions to themselves…I have enough on my plate right now. Fuck this, I’m getting more irratible writing this. Ciao.

Stevie

p.s. I just copyed this one from my xanga, I’m too lazy today to write a whole new one.