- Mood: Teary
- Music: Not in the mood.
- Randomness: Not in the mood.
Okay well, just now, while I was making posts on my blog and talking to Sreya, my mom brought up the topic of getting a baby. She's been trying to have a baby for a long time now. But she's not getting one. So she's being serious now and is going "what if I got a baby" and so on. I swear to everything that is important to me that I DON'T WANT A BABY!!!!!!! I LIKE BEING AN ONLY CHILD!!! I love babies but I SWEAR I will kill myself or something if my parents get another baby. She constantly keeps saying that it's for my own good. I'm so pissed that I actually got a little teary when she constantly kept bringing it up. I told her that if she really wanted a baby for herself, then that's fine. But I honestly hate it when she says it's for ME! I DON'T WANT A BABY SIBLING!! I've lived alone for 16 years of my life. And now having a baby would be such a big change for me that I wouldn't be able to take it. Don't I have enough problems already?!?!
My parents are young, but already pretty tuckered-out. My dad has serious back pains and my mom gets so sick sometimes that she faints and we have to call the ambulance. Getting a baby would probably make them even sicker, and then I'll be the one that will be stuck taking care of the baby. My mom says that they will make it so that I won't have anything to do with the baby if I wanted. And that'll make things better HOW?!?! I'm not the type of girl that would bail-out on her family. ANNND if I did leave the baby alone, when it grew up, it's gonna be like "my sister never cared for me" . She is STILL bringing it up...even after half an hour after we first started talking about it. I can't stop crying. Obviously I'm not screaming my guts out. But I can't stop my tears. Ughh! I hate my life so much! As soon as I have something to be happy about, something else comes along to make my life miserable. Honestly, sometimes I feel like my parents never understand me. My mom is the one that understands me the most. And I'm thankful because I have such understanding parents. But sometimes I feel like I can't talk to them about it. These are times when my dear journal is my best friend. I'd marry it if it was a real guy.
Anyway, will talk later. Don't feel like it right now. Take care.
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