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| Then I guess I got fed up of being the fat, ugly girl crying at the end of the party, so I shed a stone and started flirting, within one night I had 2 offers.. granted one was a huuuge mistake, and the other.. well ditto really. But I got a boyfriend.. he was a bit useless really, 9 months and he was more obsessed with his car. But boys will be boys, and sadly I needed a man - we broke up. | |||||||||||||||
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| Became largely more appealing to the eye once the pounds had shed.. granted I grew my hair, he liked it that way. | |||||||||||||||
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| Then I cut off my hair, he liked it long you see, it was my form of protest I guess. Got a new wardrobe, new friends who apreciate me, a new bedroom, a new boyfriend.. well that went quickly down the pan due to him lying and the special interference from people I once trusted. I made new friends, got rid of the old ones, made some more new friends, then had them taken from me by old friends. Then I moved on. And here I am now. A paranoid, insomniac with a huge forehead, and a new best friend who I love dearly. I have never felt such an instant connection with someone until I met her. She is my soulmate, who I trust with my life. I love you Rosie. XxX |
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| Emma Louise Bassett... This is your life... *derr derr derr derrrr* | |||||||||||||||