There are no words.

I'm just gonna do this quickly because my heart can't handle focusing on this for too long.

Pharrell.

Impregnated.

Model.

Bitch.

Baby.

Coming.

SOON.

Pregnant.

NOT ME.

And now I'm going to do one of the following;

A. Cry myself to sleep or a grave.
B. Starve myself into a coma or a grave.
C. Create a terrorist organization.
D. Try and find the remaining pieces of my shattered heart and soul.

-Slowly dying on the inside Cheryl.