Seventeen, the hot July moon, saw everything.
I am not sure what I wanna do with my life. It that bad? I am almost twenty years old, shouldn't at this point I have this all figured out? Well, at least I should have to since I have my whole college paid for. I don't wanna make any mistakes. I don't wanna go into almost fifty thousand in debt. Rather, I want to one day give my children what I never had. Then again, I don't even know if I want children. Roscoe is a handful and a half, and he pisses me off, a lot. Could I handle that with a human? And to think I wanted twins! Maybe it is different if you house them in your body for nine months. It's not that I don't love Roscoe or love the idea of having children, it is my patience that doesn't. Maybe that is what I should Google next time I am over that way; patience building techniques.
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