Trigger warning: drug usage, prostitution, single mum, poverty I live in a mouldy flat, with a toddler. That's bad enough, right? God disagrees. I've also lost my true love, am addicted to weed and can't afford anything. So, I'm fucked. They want to take my baby girl away, but I won't let them. And so I need help. I've avoided it for years, but now I have to tell Dave EVERYTHING. Hop on board. Learn my story. And if you cry, you're one step closer to me. DISCONTINUED at least for now I was sad at 13 and wrote this... Might continue it one day