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.
My dad called me names: -Bloody clown -Bitch -Ji bai -Lan jiao -Kan ni na -Bloody fool -write-off item -idiot -fucker -Motherfucker
FTW. If you can't contain the words then please fuck off. My tolerance level is not that strong. I hate people calling me names. So shut the fuck up you think-you-know-all-daddy.
Can't stand the fucking shit that's happening. You showed me what anger is like and now i'm taking it back on you. How much i hate you now, it's just too much to mention.
IFUCKINGHATEYOU. Your not-at-all-that-perfect-daughter.