.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 16 April 2009: So. Fuck feelings. So, although 'he' is right to say that I only prefer the fantasy - he is wrong. It is not that I prefer the fantasy to real life... it is that I want the fantasy to real life. The fantasy does not make me cry. I want the fantasy because it does not make me cry. I am a strong, independent woman, because I have to be. I do not necessarily want to be... but I am, because I need to be. I want to be saved. I want to the damsel. I want to be picked up and carried away, into another life where I won't have to be afraid... where I won't have to be scared. I want someone to just show up, sweep me off my feet, and take me away. I want the movie scenario. I want the fiction. I want the fantasy. I want to be taken away from harm and protected. Where exactly is my Edward Cullen? I am tired of words, Diary. I am tired of words and want actions. Fuck this noise. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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