Mindless monologue of a crazy preggo

hi again. let me just say that pregnancy doesn't agree with me. they say the first trimester is the worst. they weren't kidding. this shit sucks. i'm always hungry, i have pimples and i feel like psycho preggers barbie. despite my condition i'm working like a slave for walmart but i'm not a slave. walmart is my pimp and i'm a walmart whore. anyway my back hurts i can't sleep my boyfriend is causing me stress. i might not be able to carry this baby to term. i'm so scared i'm going to miscarry. that happened to my best friend. her boyfriend stressed her out so bad that it was over. if i ever see him on the street that nigga is dead. he killed my god baby. so now i'm nine weeks and about two days. just thirty one more weeks to go. i don't know if my sainity will make it. my mood swings like the damn boat ride at kings island. i'll never get on that shit again by the way. my mom is on my case now but i'm trying my damnedest if that is a word to get everything in order. i'm applying for everything and anything i can and i'm getting my own place. and let me tell you job and family services only gave me sixteen fucking dollars for foodstamps. how do they expect a pregnant woman to feed herself on sixteen dollars. thats a dollar a day for only half a month. i'm like are you fucking serious. and yes they are. i would appeal but i'll just move into an apartment and then it should go up but i thought that was fucking ridiculous. well now i'm sleepy and i'm going to take a nap. thanks for reading.