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Sunday, April 20 ♥
l♥ved, Evidently
Evidently, i'm out of the picture when the ex girlfriend is coming back into the picture and he's making it ever so easy... I didn't walk away in the puff.. instead i thought maybe he didn't mean it that way and above all he's cute... until...
'Yea, she's (the ex) is planning to study here...' there's like a huge explosion in my head... 'I don't see the picture unless she comes... ' Another explosion.. ' I'm buying what she lost for her because I lied to her that I found it... ' It pushed me to the edge... I wanted to grab a sharp object and forcefully drag along my neck
So there it is.... GONE. I can't believe that I'm so pathetic.
I want to spend my sunday mourning... maybe i'll just get a new bag or a pair of shoes to make myself feel better...



Hello Stranger



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My future picture will be here.. be patient



Excuse me...

denise.lee
Old enough.. wise enough..
No..no.. don't try to assume.. you don't know me.



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