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eLisabeth, spelled with a "S".
born and bred in S'pore.
a Virgo; perfectionist, stubborn.
love her for who she is, and accept her flaws.
Ylovin' her family.
Ygirlfriends; famousfive.
Ylearning seeds CDC.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Seeing ya being yourself, being so happy,
I'm happy for you too.
And it also makes me see that ya can lead a happier and better life, without me.
People tells me ya stressed up, ya confused,
I don't wanna hope, I can't.
But I know, ya no longer feels the same anymore.
All I know is that ya happy now,
and I no longer matters.

I'm sorry for causing ya life stressful and miserable for the past two and the half years.
I'm sorry that I'm never an understanding girlf,
I'm sorry for not being a caring and thoughtful girlf.
If I could say,
I would say I miss ya so bad, so much.
If I could tell ya how I feel,
I would tell ya that I really love you so,
I never thought that I would love you that much.
I didn't know, and when I realized,
It's all too late..
It's all too late for anything,
It's all too late to salvage.
It's already gone.
I thought I was always the one trying,
I thought I was always the one feeling and thinking.
I was wrong, very very wrong.
Im sorry for taking you for granted,
I'm truly sorry cause,
little had I thought that this would happen.
I know I'm a laughing stock in every eyes,
I don't give a damn.
I had given it all out.

It breaks my heart when I know that I can no longer call ya 'baby', feel ya care, ya lips, ya body warmth and can no longer tell you how much I love you and miss you.
I can't tell anyone in this world,
as nobody seems to really understand how I feel..
I feel lifeless and souless,
wandering around alone..
I'm still here, where I am now,
It's caused I promise you so.

I'm sorry.

10:46:00 PM