When I try not to have mental breakdown, 
Or be depressed, 
Or trying not to cry, 
Because of the mistake I made, 
I like to distract myself,
By playing a game called; 
"Let's Scare The Shit Outta Amir and Ricchan."

How to play: 
I sent them texts giving them hints that I am pregnant and wait for their responses. 

Amir:

 

Well, Amir was pretty busy with the assignments and watching football and humoring me, so his response was boring. 

Ricchan: 

Ricchan threatened to kill me. A good response. Oh good joke. Impractical, but good one. 

But in the end, 

I did break down and opened up everything while sobbed into the phone. 

I need these men, 

And I don't know how to handle all this.

Everything is wrong. 

I can't do it alone.