So, this is probably going to offend some people. That's ok, I'm used to offending people. No love lost. Today was great. Really it was…until a few minutes ago. Now, for the most part I'd say I am decently comfortable with my ocd. I want to slip it arsenic and I'm pretty sure it wants to cut my throat while I sleep, but we put on a good show as roommates. And then something triggers. Bam. It gets the upper hand and I am left thinking that life, for me, is garbage. Now, I know this is me angry and upset, but I've thought of this before and I've pondered on it. You know what really ticks me off? Pro-Lifers who feel the need to advertise it on their vehicles. I've nothing against Pro-Lifers…my one ex fiance was one. I'm Pro-Choice. It's whatever. However, I get the urge lately to camp out at the cars of these Pro-Lifers to say, "Look at me. I wish I WASN'T born. Who the f*ck are you to say everybody should be born? What makes you so d*mn special that you believe that everybody who's here wants to be here or should be here?" Yes, I realize we're talking about a woman's right to choose for a fetus, yet, I'm guessing some of those fetuses might wish they were never born–raised by people too selfish to give them up for adoption, but too preoccupied with their own lives to do anything for them. I'm guessing some of those fetuses would be born with mental illnesses or physical disorders that might make them wish they wouldn't want to be around. And hey, maybe some would be glad to be here. Right now? I'm not. And I'm a "miracle" baby. Know something? You can't ask a fetus. Go with your gut feeling and take solace in the fact that they might not want to be on this planet or part of the human disg"race". No, this isn't a pity party. I don't want anybody on here writing about what I have to offer the world or how great I am. I want to take an eraser and scrub myself out of the d*mn picture. This might change later when I'm not so entirely anxious and angry, however, I stand by my words. It's tantamount to me putting a bumper sticker up with a fetus on it and the words "Mission Terminated–Abort, Abort!" Stop advertising on your bumper and put up something that makes people laugh instead. There isn't enough laughter in the world, but we've sure got plenty of people.