I honestly feel like I don't want to live anymore. Nothing is right anymore, and I don't know how to make it right. I told Andrew today that I'm done, very done, and if he wants to make it better, then its up to him. Because I'm done dealing with his bullshit all the time. He doesn't appreciate or care.
Well, guess I'm doing this all alone. I'm scared, nervous, and pissed. But I will just deal with this shit. I don't want to complain because it's not like I'm the first single teen mom. UGH.
Well, that's it. Ciao.