So, imma a dumbass....
i told him i wouldnt do something, but i did it anyway.... i thought i could keep my promises.... i guess i cant.....

[R.I.P. Sheepy. Yew will be missed <3]

TURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Month One
Mummy, I am only 8 inches long.
I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two
Mummy, today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
Mummy, you know what?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too.
I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mummy, my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head, curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
Mummy, you went to the doctor today.
He lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mummy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy...what is abortion?

Month Six
Mummy, I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mummy what is it?
It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
MUMMY!
Help me!

Month Seven
Mummy, I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mummy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

*One more heart that was stopped.
* One more mouth that will never speak.
* Two more eyes that will never see.
* Two more hands that will never touch.
* Two more legs that will never run.

Ive had a bad week......