A baby

was supposed to be the last great thing I was involved in, but I feel like such a failure. I'm not very good at this. You don't like me, I'm moody, just like my father was, and more then once I've wished I didn't make it this far. Sometimes it all feels like a huge, huge mistake, one from which I cannot escape. Your mum and I fight all the time, and the atmosphere is toxic. You're a challenge as a result, and I feel so totally overwhelmed.

I'm sorry to say I have considered ending myself countless times. I won't though. I can't do that.