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Oh hello. I am Joanne and I am 22. Shopping and Clubbing and Chocolates are my favorite things.

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Saturday, June 30, 2007

What is happiness?

didn't know that e moment i took my 1st step i had totalli deny myself of it. . but i seriously duno who or what i'm doing all this for, n now it's too late,or rather hard for me to turn back. =/ it juz made me step deeper n deeper into it..

so afraid that i may suffer in hell if i let myself carry on with this, but i realli can't pull myself from it nemore, tink i've turn into a freak whom i dun even recognise myself....

realli regret taking e 1st step now, but gas everything's too late. shall juz use my fake cover to hide dis freaking side of me, maybe 1 year, maybe 10...

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