The Sun Hates Me, Why Don't You?

I don’t blame anyone for the situation I’m in; I don’t blame my parents for kicking me out, I don’t blame the people who haven’t spoken to me since sophomore year, I don’t blame the school for wanting to put me down a grade, I don’t blame my friends who want to help but don’t know how to anymore, I don’t blame the people who respond to my situation with violent acts against me, I don’t blame the sun for hurting my skin every time I go outside, I don’t blame my pregnancy for my weird body markings and extreme loss of appetite. No, I don’t put blame in any of these things it hardy seems worth it, it will accomplish nothing.

The only person I could blame isn’t here, and even if he was I wouldn’t know because I don’t remember that night enough to know who thrust me into the challenges of teenage pregnancy with closed eyes. But whoever it was left me all alone to raise his twin children.

So all I can say is my name is Riley Johnson and this is my life.