I’m gonna take a break. You got this, disembodied hand? @melrose_mcqueen (Taken with instagram)
So I’m reading an old journal and then
I found this gem:
The day after the day after the messages, Nathan got on my Myspace and read them. He yelled at me and was really scary. I told him the truth; it was all I could do. Thankfully, he believed me. He’s a great guy. I really love him. He treats me so well.
WHAT THE FUCK, ME?
Vh1 is the king of weird generalizations.
We’re watching 100 Greatest Songs of the 90s right now and Mike’s reactions are so fucking hysterical. Top 40 songs are definitely a lot of what I remember from the 90s, musically, but he was 13 in 1990 (I was 2) and I’m fairly sure his head is going to explode. Maybe if they could just put one NOU song… yeah, that’s not happening.
This is such a good article. I feel like in my post about my abortion, I came off sounding somewhat apologetic, and I hate that. I talked a lot about my circumstances, but honestly, so fucking what? I wasn’t ready or willing to have a baby. Nothing else matters. Not who I was fucking or where I was working. I didn’t want to be pregnant and I made a decision not to be. I won’t be made to feel guilt or shame because of that. I was afraid of sounding like a “bad person” but what does that even mean?
And really, if I’m a bad person, I’m a bad person who’s not struggling to raise a child I might have resented for the rest of my life.
