yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i would guess you'd remember always being the ugliest little girl, the one who was invited from the third grade class out of pity. the most uncomfortable one, standing there in out of style eighties dresses, not wanting to swim because of your fat thighs. the parents were extra nice and gave you that extra cupcake and proded you to spend time with the other kids and not with the dog. when you got home you cried and howled and hoped your parents would ask what was wrong.
d-land