I know I was wrong, I knew the moment I left her house; call what we did an act of depression, it’s been two weeks of uncertainty, I doubt I can bare it any longer.

suicidal tendencies have raced through my mind, I feel it the only escape but i fear an eternity if hell is far more agonizing than the 18yrs of humiliation, poverty, embarrassment.

i beg she not bear my child, for mine, along with hers but ultimately the child’s life would be ruined.

I’m not ready nor am I capable of being an adequate father; I beg you intervene and she not give birth. Amen. *crosses self*