Oh fuck

Oh fuck. This cannot be fucking happening. It CAN'T be happening. It's. Not. Fucking. Happening...Oh Fuck! It's happening.

I can't fucking believe it. The one single fucking time I have an unprotected shag I go and get FUCKING KNOCKED UP! Ugh! Why is it fucking happening to me!

Jesus Christ, Pascalle is the biggest fucking slut-bag slurry ho-bag in the entirety of West-Fucking-Auckland and yet this shit happens to me! To ME!!

Ugh! And it's not like I can call the stupid dick breath gynecological mishap bastard who did this to me and tell him about this whole cluster fuck mess. No doubt Jethro will do that anyway... Fucking Hayden-Bloody-Peters.

And Grandpa! Fuck, I... Well I fucking love him-ugh- and all but he's really fucking pushing it with all his bullshit "Nobody knocks up my granddaughter and gets away with it" crap. Not to mention Mum, who was all for the "your body, your decision" thing, but has now completely, utterly and totally lost her FUCKING MIND. She wants me to have the fucking sprog and keeps saying it's a baby now because I'm five months along but it's still a fucking blob. It has to rely completely on me for everything, including FUCKING OXYGEN! If It has to do that, it doesn't count. It's a BLOB!

Pascalle says mum is so fucked about this because she had a baby before the twins who died. But so the fuck what? I mean, obviously it's fucking terrible that Mum lost someone she loved, but this isn't her kid. If the sprog comes out, it fucking comes out of ME! I am so not fucking doing that evil childbirth bullshit. I mean fuck! Ow!!

God, what the fuck am I going to do?

I just want to put a pillow over my head and make it all go away

Utterly fucked,

Loretta West