August 3

"I fell of my pink cloud with a thud"

~ Elizabeth Taylor

The thing about pain, it demands to be felt

It demands for you

To look it in the eyes

It wants you

To admit your defeat

You have to

State that you won't surrender

You won't let it take you over

Yes, you still feel it

But you will never admit your defeat

The thing about you, you demand to be heard

But I don't know how to demand to be heard, when I can barely hear myself. Today, I believe I have lost my voice. I try to speak, but no words come out. I want to be heard, I want to look the pain in the eye, but not today. Not today.

I looked at the pink object in my hand, as if staring at it would change the plus side in front of me.

Plus signs are supposed to be positive

Positive is good

But this is not positive

This is very, very bad

Why does this happen to me?

And I want to cry

And I want to scream

But I can't do either

Because perfect girls do neither

Last night was my first time, my only time. And apparently it was all that it took. But stuff like this never happened on the first time right? So why was this nightmare happening to me?

And I wanted to think that maybe the tester was wrong. But I know it wasn't. It was made by a goddess, my mom Aphrodite. And so it must be true.

I know its true

I know it's the truth

By the way it hurts

And I stop the tears rolling down my face because perfect girls don't cry over mistakes. Perfect girls don't make mistakes. And I'm supposed to be perfect right?

I never could've dreamed that this would happen to me

I never would've thought that this could happen to me

I am pregnant.


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xoxo Queenbee19