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.      |
Friday, January 9, 2009 @ 6:11 PM
when nothing else mattered. melba was rummaging through her stuff and she found this picture of us...
 okay. the photo sort of decayed. lol. guess it got in contact with water. i loved my curly locks back then cos it falls into place nicely. not like now. and i got that scar on my lip because i fell when i was running away from na who was trying to catch me. or was i the one that was trying to catch her? but anyway, it shows that i've been a complete klutz since i was young. great... boo... can i be 2 years old again? |