This morning. I woke up to Khloe cuddling me. Beautiful feeling.

Having a second child, too soon? I can handle the stress. The work. My daughter will never ever feel alone. She’ll forever have a sister.

My daughter is fucking awesome.

So stop boasting about how amazing your child is. I can’t stand people who try to compare their child with mine. Shut up. Ugh… I’m so hateful. I blame this society.

Wow. Your still a gangsta. Fuck you.

OGs don’t fucking go out there and boast about their lives which they will only regret in the future.

I’ve given so much to people, just for them to accept me.

After having Khloe, I stop giving a fuck about people.

Khloe & Zoe. Sound cheesy? Well it’s dad’s turn to choose a name. I must comply.

I believe I’m pure bad luck. My daughter is trying to give me luck.

Khloe, I will be the most loving mother.

All these other mother talk about how they bond with their children everyday.

Watching tv doesn’t count.

I am the one actually playing with them.

Honey, some of your cousins are pathetic.

They give me this boost of determination to never, ever be like them. Alcoholics/druggies who choose intoxications over their children.