"Trina or Tri?"
My criminal record, aha. Well, I'm an underage smoker, so possesion. Undersage drinker. Couple DUI's. Battery. Assault. That's it. I think, aha. Not that this defines me.
I'm one of those pretty girls, you know. I'm tan and I have a black hair. My eyes are bright blue, really pretty. I'm pretty sexy. I know it. I've got the curves, the big ass, but not too big. I've got huge boobs. I'm classified as a Rocker, yeah nig. Umm, anything else? Nope. Don't think so. Oh, I'm short, so please don't tell me I am. I fucking know. Yeah, that's it. Okay.
What makes me happy?
Sex and Cigarettes.
Am anything besides bad? Yeah, I'm crazy. Multiple personality to the extreme, so the doctors have said. Apparently, one minutes I'm Trina. The next, I'm Tri. Trina, sweet. Everyone loves her. Tri...not so much.
I really don't know why I have to tell you all about myself. What will really happen is that I'll tell you about me and then you'll forget. I'm nothing memorable.Personality wise, I'm pretty chill. I mean, unless you're just a really annoying person. I suppose I'm a little different at times. Kinda reserved. I only talk to the people I know and I don't like making friends. So, please, don't try to be my friend. I only accept the people that show they deserve it. I don't trust people because I've come to learn I can only trust myself. And that's not even true sometimes. I like to party, so I'm usually off campus a lot. In fact, I usually don't go home at the right time. What's it 8 or 10? Don't know. Don't care.Don't care. That's a sum up of me. I don't care about much.
Does that make me sounds like I'm hard to get along with?
Good.
Why am I this way? Cause I had to grow up fast. I never got to be a kid, ever. I had to be a mom.