.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 18 January 2009: Back to the anger, next is the forgiveness. I was possibly the most beautiful that I will ever be earlier tonight (since I have not slept, it is still 'tonight' - even if the sun is up now). Between my relaxed curls and 80's hair, I was a goddess. I want to be an ice sculpture. They are beautiful and do not have feelings... and that is, basically, all I want to be. I do not want to be compassionate. I do not want to have friends. I do not want to care about what ex-boyfriends say. I do not want to care about what best friends say. I do not want to care about what he says, to or not to me. I do not want to care about the pretty little words that anyone says to me. If I wanted lies, I would go talk to strangers with candy. That is all. -Lisa. PS: I'll probably write something contradicting this tomorrow, or the day after. I am, after all, a girl - and therefore easily swayed by the above-mentioned pretty little words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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