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-E-LLA in short;
18'03 Nineteen-ninety2 .

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ORANGE, my favourite COLOUR.

COKE, my ADDICTION.

And oh,

I LOVE BUTTERFLIES!

I'm hot-tempered, but im nice. Only say you know me best if you can understand when i say "I'M COMPLICATED"

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010 @4:58 AM ♥


The things you do in your daily life, the places you go, are the little-little memories of what you did before back then with the one you used to love. With memories that follows you all the time, it is even tougher to get over everything you've been through and to move on and live your live as per normal, after being heartbroken. Hiding your feelings, the sorrow on top of the joy you shared with your friends, upon hearing them telling you about their happy moments they had with their love, what's more seeing them happily-ever-after with the naked eye, is never easy. 

The strong girl i am until i've made it through this far to standby all by myself through the thick and thin, 
is something i've to be proud with. ♥