I am Diana. I am 21. I have 2 beautiful girls who I love to death. They are my life. I love being a mom. I work hard for what I got and I am damn proud of it. I don't really like help from people because it makes me feel worthless. It makes me feel like I can't do anything on my own. I hate drama. I can't stand it. It's not worth my time.
My Worst Day...
was when my Uncle Steve died. I saw him just a couple days before. He committed suicide and I blame it on myself. Only if I could have did something because he was not acting normal the day that I saw him. I remember going to his house to return some movies. He was on the phone with Gramms. He was fine. But when it was time for me to go...he started acting really strange. I wish I would have said something to him. Usually he gives me a hug goodbye but he said he had to g