a loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough

Elizabe✝h
Hi there.

I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm

There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.

Toronto, the city

I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one

Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby


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“for i am forever changing”
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it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live
Sunday, June 24, 2012 || 11:52 PM

There had been an entire, extensive phase in my life where I was completely dedicated to my past and my memories. 

There was a whole part of my life where I insisted on clinging to my past and insisting to myself that what was true then was still true now. 

I missed what was, and I wished I was back. 

However, I realized this:
It may have been true that I had loved them back them; however, I realized that I loved neither the people anymore. 
How could I? People change. 
I simply did not know them anymore. 

Yet, what I felt was strong, the pull was strong. And I knew then, 
what I was feeling was an extreme infatuation with the memory that I had of those people - not, in fact, them. I did not love them. That memory did not exist in real life anymore. It was no longer true. 

I think it is important to let go of the past.
Stop clinging to what was, because now it is not. 
Your memories of whoever or whatever is just that. It is just a memory. 
People change.
People change. 
You no longer know them. 

I was obsessed. 
Yet I knew myself well enough to know that. 

I loved a memory and nothing more. 


cherr
Tuesday, June 19, 2012 || 8:06 PM

畀d面我會死meh?


i'm a silly willy
Wednesday, June 13, 2012 || 10:21 PM

Just because I speak simply, like, "That's not nice!" or "That was fun!" people think I'm childish. 
Um
Excuse me if I don't feel the need to speak with such verbosity in everyday conversation. Excuse me if I find that not every situation I encounter requires some intelligent (a.k.a. confusing) word/phrase. And excuse me if "good" is the adjective best suited, and that I don't waste my time looking for some synonym with over a certain amount of letters.
In reality, my vocabulary is far more extensive than yours could ever hope to be.


The end !
|| 9:04 PM

The the the end is almost here! Two more weeks!
I feel like I might burst
or maybe just die of anticipation.

It's so close it's frustrating. Because it's right right there
but not yet here.

Let me go! Let me go! It's sickening my mind.

I hate it. It's the same thing everyday. It's so dull,
I want to leave. I want to leave!

I want to go on an adventure! (Wheeeee)

Two months of freedom until I'm back into another four years of this.
I don't want to go to U of T.
I DON'T WANT TO GO TO U OF T!
I'm stuck, I'm trapped here.

I don't know what I want.


What am I?
Sunday, June 10, 2012 || 10:50 PM

Where do I stand?
You gave her so much.
What am I?
Am I lesser? Am I not as good? Don't I deserve as much, if not more?
Aren't I special?
Were you proud of her? That you wanted to show off?
Is it alright to feel a little bit hurt? Just a teensy bit?
I am hurt.
Where do I stand?
You gave her so much.
I'm just not as important?
You gave her so much.
What about me?
What about me?
Am I shameful?

Are you still waiting?

Please don't be angry with me, if you are. Think of my feelings first, if you may.


my eyes are so tired
Monday, June 4, 2012 || 11:15 PM

Sometimes,
One moment, it's all good - relatively.
Most of the time,
Elizabeth gets no where. If anything,
Farther and farther down.
As I grow older,
More and more,
I recognize the wrongs I see.
Living here is just not that great anymore.
Ignorance is bliss? Never felt so true.
Especially after Le Petit Prince! (love)
Sometimes I wonder, was it
Always like this? And I
Realize that yes, it probably was.
Early on, I just didn't know better, right?
Sometime around my early youth, things started to really bother me
On occasion, I'd become really hateful. Though
Fortunately, it abated for a while.
Under that umbrella
Caring, I never witnessed.
Kindness I tried to show.
Empathy. But it's all
Different now.
Understand that this
Post doesn't make sense.