I’ve given up.
I can’t do this anymore. I thought I was pregnant…. I wasn’t…. I cried a lot. And decided I’m done. I have barely touched my husband since. I can’t go through with thinking I’m pregnant again. It’s hurts so much.
I shaved today… My face. It feels so nice and smooth but I want to cry because I’ve done it.
Diet can go fuck itself.
Everything can just do one. I’ve had enough of life. I just want to curl up. Even the new puppy isn’t shifting this. But he is policing me something else to focus on. If I can’t have a baby or a normal life I will have my dog