I’m eighteen years old, but I was seventeen when i got my abortion. Fun? Maybe, if I was that type of person, but guess what, it affected me more than I thought when they screwed it up. I had a telescope in me. That may be very humourous now, but it wasn’t. I lost blood. They fucked up my abortion. I killed my baby.
Had I let it live, it would be born around this time. I didn’t liek the father at all though and was afraid I would despise that baby. Or maybe not.
I want to get over this. I really do. It affected me way mroe than I thought it would, but way less than other people thought. I hate it when people make such a big deal.
And how about the antiabortionist. You may be very strong-feelinged about such a topic, but it isn’t you making the choice. I don’t like to eat, but I do. You don’t liek abortions, but accept it.
please? You’re doing the world more harm than good.
As for me, so was I. I screwed up a baby.
You’re screwing with me.
Is it worth it: you to do this to me, but at the same time me to do it to my baby?