Yes ladies yuhua here smokes, drinks, likes to dance, likes to have a good time, has a tattoo across my upper back which shouts my supposed English name and I have bengish friends. Can't accept that? Then please don't date me.

Today is a monumental (did I spell that right?) day. Today is the day I accepted that we are really REALLY not going to get back together. And I am glad. Because I don't have to live crazy anymore. It's like a big load of shit got lifted off my back, ad surprisingly, this whole process really is a relief. Sad to say that i've learnt more about you in the past three weeks than I have during our 7 month long relationship. And no people, I am NOT okay. But hey, shit happens and we DEAL WITH IT and MOVE ON right? Cause things like this develop us, takes us two steps forward in life don't it now?

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