I can't even fathom being pregnant at my age. I am too young. I'm broke, a freshman in college, and can barely fiend for myself. What would I do with another life to take care of, more important than my own, at that?
And I'm selfish. I don't want to not have a life. I want to do what I want, when I want. I'm eighteen years old. I'm in college, in DC. That's fair, right? Thought so.
Yeah. I'm gonna stick to being an auntie for the next couple of years.
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