Spent the day cleaning my room and attempting to forget I’d ever accidentally hurt my bf… yesterday stuck on me…

My dad was in an awful mood. So I decided to balance it out and be nice. I talked to my stepfam, didn’t become angry, cooked lunch. My stepmom congratulated me on my behavior, How sad.

Got a call to babysit. $70, bedtime hours. 3 kids… more money then I normally make. They love me. The youngest son was a hassle. But I convinced him of the bogeyman. Its hard to understand him sometimes.

This made me want to have kids. The little boy in my lap, needed me. I loved that feeling. Knowing I was needed….

worth it. Butterfly