Melted by roses, swinging with a cat.
Buried with sadness, die with that.
Hi, i am Lisabeth and i like wilted roses that represents my heart.
I am just like this wilted rose, as liveless and its like so meaningless. Came to Earth without a purpose on the 8th November 1993.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009 7:40 PM
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Times past, people have changed, so did i again.
Before n levels, everything seemed so tight and stressful. Now, when n levels are over, i feel so empty. I've no more goals to reach for. Nothing to spend my mind thinking about. I feel so aimless, i want a life that's occupied with a lot of things, i hate living life that's so boring and lonely. So sick and tired already. I've been tolerating so much on things, i need to let it out. Currently, i like someone, and that person told me he liked me first, and then over time, he said his feelings for me were insecured and that we just could be friends and not rush it. I don't know what's wrong with me, is it because i miss the feeling of being loved and to love someone? I am not feeling too right nowadays. I keep telling myself to get out of love, to not love anyone, and to stay single. But it kills me seeing couples holding hands, hugging. It reminds me of the time i was once that couple. I told myself to be patient and to be tolerant. The thing is, i love him so much. In fact, i'm afraid to make him irritated or pissed. I don't want him to leave me either. I love the way things are now. I want to be there for him, i want to comfort and cheer him up when he's down. I want him to know that the feelings for him is true, deep down under. I want him to know that we can be together one day. I just want him to know. He's so stressed now, that he's hardly talking to me, but i hope to share his burden and pain. I can't stand him feeling like this. So is this called love? Hmmm, Love is a big word. Looking at his previous blog, saw many tags from girls and many were calling him sweetie, dear.. it just kills me. I'm getting so jealous for nothing. why is that so? omg. shoot me. To me, he's my sweet monster, pooh bear and friend. I don't ever want to lose him anymore..
Anyways i'm ill again, the feelings so sickening..

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Lisabeth


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