"God! Please!" I whined, "please, kill me now." A soft whimper left my lips and made me feel even more misserable then I already felt. The cramps kept building up and becoming like tsunami's hitting my belly. It has never been this bad before. And I truly don't know what to do anymore. I ttied everything. From a warm bath to taking some Aspirin, and nothing helps.And it's fucking killing me.

You know, everybody has something that they can't deal with or simply can't do. Some can't speak in public, for an example, when they get on stage they become so nervous they freeze like a stone and there isn't coming a word out of their mouth. It's sad to watch. Nobody wants to look like a statue infront of hundreds of people.My problem is a little bit smaller. And turns around one person. But it seems worser to me than anything. All my life I've been deeling with it. But it's never been this

Would you believe if I told you I tried to kill myself once? Or twice? Would you believe that I cut my wrists open a hundred times and one time just went to far what got me into rhe hospital for two weeks?Well, you shouldn't. 'Cause I never tried, but I'm close to it now. The awkward tension in the room was just to much for me.

He rocked my world. That's one way to say it. But he made me unavailable to any other man, no man will ever be able to satisfy like he did. A man will never be able to overthrow this. This was truly the best I ever had.The king was laying beside me in bed when I woke up. His long blond hair was hanging before his eyes. Those eyes who watched me fall apart under him last night. Under him, on top of him. Infront of him. We did it all. And God was it good.

Positive. It can't be positive.I look up at Mase and let the tears flow over my cheeks.Pregnant. Pregnant at eighteen.