the writer ((TRUDY)) i'm just a plus-sized anti-social bum/loser who have always been wishing for the ability to fart my fats away and to be stick thin which is unfortunately, highly impossible. ultimately, i'm perfectly imperfect. yesterday May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 March 2009 holler you're the missing piece i need, the song inside of me. i gotta find you. i need to find you.  
your scent is like a drug to me.like my own personal brand of heroin. i'll be back so soon, you won't have time to miss me. look after my heart - i've left it with you.      |
Sunday, June 22, 2008 @ 9:48 PM
i'm balding. i'm still torned apart.
thinking if i should go for the NBS FOC. this is the first time i come across a camp application form that requires your height, weight and a photograph of yourself. its like joining some pageant! worst still, its 5 days 4 nights! as all of you all know, yours truly is not the outdoorsy sort. ): (just to digress a little: did i ever mention that i hate those super YAYA outdoorsy girls? just because they are darker than the rest, they think that they are like some sun goddess. sorry. period.) perhaps i should submit my application a day before the closing date and leave it to fate. but more or less, i can picture myself being a lost loner on the first day of school. oh well. ): its vroom vrooomm at 10.30 tomoro. |