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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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dewdrops
Wednesday, March 27, 2013 || 11:48 AM

Just reading back on my older blog posts is like... looking down at my younger self from above. Remembering those days and finding that I don't remember some or can't recall what on earth I seem to be writing about.

I've noticed that my blogging uh style has really really changed. Like.. significantly changed. I avoid emoticons now, for one. But I think it's just mainly the content. Nobody would be able to understand majority of what I post right now.

If I'm writing for myself, why do I post it online? I feel like this is how I can express what I don't or will not say in person. My inner thoughts, I suppose, which I'm not always proud of. Or things I'm embarrassed to say or find that I cannot. I think I post it here, in such a confusing way, so to disguise what I actually mean. But I somehow want people to decode it or something. To sort of understand me.

I feel I am truest here.
Which is sad, considering it's not a real interpersonal interaction.

I can't believe I've kept this for so long. I guess it's because this is the first time I've actually told anyone about it when I first started it, as opposed to other "secret" blogs that I've long abandoned. And thinking that I'm indirectly speaking to people about myself helps me to go on.

This is really important to me.