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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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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

loses it again. shucks. pls dun ever give me any hope again if things were never meant to last.

dere's a limit to how much i can take, how much i can deceive myself, how much i can pretend. dis is juz too much. :( n it's reali painful bottling everything up in me. =/

n dad juz commented: why do u dress like such a loose gal?

gas dis is e only way i can make me feel myself now.