Photobucket 7 desperate minutes

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

i was so traumatized when i saw myself in the mirror jus now.
is dat bessie?
*scream*


her face is dotty. her fairness is unbearable. her HAIR matters her the most!
and it turns rough,unflowable, curls uglyli, dry, thick, messed in a wrong way, outta shape and pls tell me what ta do?
her body feels heavy and fucking soo clumsy.


i dont feel like doing anithing right now. even imma typing it randomly. i jus feel like losing all the tension and fucking lay on my bed. feel like pampering myself wit a intensive moisturising hair treatment. spa and massage wit lavander essential oil. indulged with Ben's & Jerrys. jazz as background. live band and bottle of red wine ta end everything by the sea side.
nahh i dont want it ta end. how i wish this will last as long as it could.


bud in life beautiful things tend ta end quickly. while horrors seems ta be following you forever. dat makes life fucked up.and of cus it ends wit the sweetest goodbye.
imma still in searching the greatest pleasure in life. are you?
enuff of my craps.
alrights. sweet dreams pals


today had never been soo long. bio and physics make me go woah!

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