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I am NⒻ!BM
I'm 242572385350 years old. Trust me, I lie
I'm a good girl. No, seriously
David Villa Sanchez is hot and talented
I'm a certified bubble burster to be
Don't break my heart, or I'll break your heart-shaped glasses
Listen to your own heart talking, don't be stupid, listen to adults- they give you the best advices,
like how you should finish your A levels before going overseas for further studies
I had a dream last night. No, last last night. Well it's both a dream and a nightmare to me. I saw him in the dream. He was sitting alone on a bench. I didn't want him to see me, so I avoided him. But somehow, he saw me. He didn't recognize me cause he asked for my name. So I told him my name. And he cried. I was confused? Cause I felt sad, and happy when he cried. I have no idea why he cried either. He looked a little different though. Ok, maybe a lot. But I know it's him. The dream ended there, hah. I hate that dream. I didn't think of him or anything before this. So why did I dream of him? No, I didn't miss him or anything I swear. I've been thinking a lot about this. Everything came back after that dream. And because of this, I'm missing everything all over again. Man, I hate this feeling.
Oh, I've changed my number. Ask for my new one if I don't inform you of my new number alright.