Me, Myself and I

Me, myself and I. Yep yep. T'is is true. There's actually three of me. Problem: They are nothing like me. Growing up with them was like living in an asylum. First, ITS FRIGGIN NOISY! with all the shouting and this and that. Second, imagine sitting in a room all alone and fighting for sanity. That's me life.

So WHAT THE FUDGE am I going to do now, huh?

I'm far from them now. In a land called Montana. Alone. Again.

Save me?

Anyways, if you haven't figured it out yet:

I am one-third of a triplet.

Shocking.

(Not my best nor my worst, buuuuut I'm bored, sooooooo this is it.)