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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.
Friday, March 20, 2009

It's amazing how freaking ugly you are when I see through all those fake disguises and f-ed up tones.

It's okay.
It's not long more before the sweet escape.
It's not long before we have more important things to worry about.
It's not long before we grow up and busy ourselves with totally different things.

I'm waiting.
Cause seriously, I can hold and bottle up all these disgusts no longer.

Let. Go.