My baby doll is with her real daddy. Happy Starfish is happy.
Happy Starfish is not alone. <3
You can say “killing a life” and “murdering a child” a million times until you’re blue in the face, but your emotionally charged buzz-words aren’t going to suddenly make me go “OH, YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON’T REALLY WANT CONTROL OVER MY BODY.”
Call it whatever the fuck you want. I don’t give a shit if you start calling it an adult.
It’s still my uterus it needs to live in, and if I don’t want it there — it’s gonna get the fuck out.