Spent the weekend in the bosom of my family. The family I came from, that is, not the family I started.

it was very strange to watch my parents doting on my daughter. I couldn't help wondering if they were like that with me when I was that age. And if they were then how did I end up such a mess.

I keep waiting to screw up. I'm convinced that one of these days I'm going to make a mistake that just can't be fixed and my baby's life will be just as awful as mine's been. Maybe I should have given her up when she was born. I just don't deserve her.