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I'm Alysha Veronica Prescovia, eighteen,25September.1992/Libra , proudly to declare that Im single

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Anyway today my aunt tried to cheer me up by doing some shopping and bringing me to swensens. Its a treat from her and I'm really touched by her sweet gesture to cheer me up and really wanting me to go out and forget about the sadness.
We ordered Crayfish pasta, breaded chiken, fries, mint ice cream, sticky chewy chocolate ice cream.
Ok so she loves me to take a picture of herself and thank godness my phone is not with me , I spoilt it so i have to go repaired it.
Somehow she made my day and at least my mind is off sorrowful things and the whole day is spent doing something more relieving , rather then staying at home getting all cooped out in pillows on my bed crying over everything . shit happens but i belived it will go away.
goodbye