Drunk people are just really emotionally exhausting to me because alcohol just caused a lot of grief for me.
Living on campus and going home to a college town in March is pretty terrible and it’s my freaking birth month.
I need a long nap.
Fuck Unofficial St Patrick’s day.
Fuck fake college holidays created for drunk assholes.
Im so fucking mad right now.
You have a responsibility to face the consequences of your actions. And if that means an unborn child’s life, you have the responsibility to let it live. Whether or not you give it up when it’s born, it has the right to life.
Thinking only of yourself and disregarding your responsibilities is childish and selfish. And to be willing to take an unborn child’s life is disgusting.
You do realize that even DEAD PEOPLE have more rights over their bodies than women these days? You can’t take blood or organs from the newly dead without their written consent. Bodily autonomy is a really important thing.
One of my really horrible phobias is parasites, so much that the thought of being pregnant when I wasn’t SUPER ready to be has given me panic attacks.
We’re overpopulated, and have more children than we can feed.
Fuck anyone that tries to police my body.
I feel so weak for wanting to be embraced. I feel pathetic for wanting to be held and rocked and reassured that I’ll be okay in a few hours, or days, or weeks. It doesn’t really matter when, but that moment of clarity will come.