Two: Jasmine is pregnant... AGAIN.
Yes.. Jasmine is indeed carrying her second child, which she hopes is a girl. She's back with that thing we're calling 'baby-daddy'. Everyone is angry at her, which is natural... I have this HORRIBLE yet somehow totally dramatic job at a warehouse. I mean like, real live soap opera when I walk into work everyday. Greeeeeeeeat. Oh, and Christmas is around the corner, and I'm so through with Holidays, ya know? I don't even want to exchange gifts, even though I bought everyone something. I mean.. Without her, it's just like blah, and I know how upset she would have been to discover Jasmine's second baby.. Which I guess she conceived around September and waited until November to say anything? Whatevs. How she's gonna take care of two babies, still in school, no job, 'baby-daddy' ain't got no job, and all he's concerned with is getting high or drunk.
I'm trying to find someone to let me drive their car so I can get my license. So I can like.. Ya know, get out of this place. For serious. So ready to just live on the streets. O_O Oh, new Poem.. Heh
Release
I try so hard,
To rid my veins of the black,
The poison illudes me,
The core of my being starting to crack.
Why is it eating me?
Why can't I be free?
Why must it hurt?
Why can no one see?
How I beg and scream,
Yet no one can hear,
Always forcing the facade that all is fine,
This weight, mine alone to bear.
This knife I wish to take,
Cut this poison away,
Yet I know it comes from the deepest part of me,
The tatter edges of my soul all frayed.
How the wounds demand my attention
Salt being rubbed in, pain unable to cease
The final heartbeats,
Death shall be my only release.
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