I'm 20 years old and very much pregnant.
My due date is in August, and I'd be more than happy if she would hurry up and come out now.
I live with my boyfriend Chad who works all day everyday so that I can stay home and watch HGTV and chew on ice.
We have a cat named Sneeze who I bitch about constantly because I hate her.
Do I hate my life?
Do I love the way its been laid out for me?
Am I happy regardless?
Life hands you shit instead of lemons sometimes, make what you want of it.