When you
turn those
scars into stars |
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Saturday, July 4, 2009, 8:36 AM
knock me down.
Daddy God, He has blessed me with so many friends. But i don't have one whom i can trust, and keep all my secrets with. All is lost. I don't ask for more, and i don't need a friend who can be there to hear my sorrows out, or listen to my problems, or give me good advices, or tell me what i should do, or cheer me up. I just want a friend who can watch me cry, and withstand my ugly looking face in the process, and keep it to him/herself and no one else. |
Aloha ! My big name's Racia and I'mma Pig. Other than snorting whole day long and rolling over the awesome smelly mud, I'mma And I LOVE YAHWEH. Green is the sex. Also, I'm turning 15 on 'ohsixoheight. :) GROW TALLER GROW TALLER GROW TALLER GROW TALLER New pair of slippers Pretty hand bags :] Grey hoodie Adidas running shoes Learn to walk on heels Macbook WHOO. iPod touch! More of Pastor's sermon discs DSLR canon 500d A new wallet/purse SEXY GREEN ELECTRIC GUITAR (Y) A pair of drum sticks! A DG SHIRT. |