Lisa's Writings...
Friday, August 08, 2003
      ( 2:56 PM ) Lisa  
Repeating Process
6-2-03 2:29 PM

Waking up all alone
Walking through an empty home
Breathing sharp intakes of air
Sitting and twirling my hair
Staring at the blank wall
Wishing he would call
Waiting for him to forgive me
Hoping he'll see we were meant to be
Napping as the day goes by
Breathing quickly as I start to cry
Waking up all alone
Walking through an empty home
Breathing sharp intakes of air
Sitting and twirling my hair
Staring at the blank wall
Wishing he would call
Waiting for him to forgive me
Hoping he'll see we were meant to be
Sleeping as the day comes to an end
I wake up and repeat the process over again #




Thursday, August 07, 2003
      ( 2:08 PM ) Lisa  
I Want To Tell You
8-3-03

There are so many things I wish I could tell you
But the words won't come out of my mouth
There are so many things I wish you could know
But I don't know where to start

I want to tell you how I feel
I want to share with you all my dreams
I want to tell you about everything I see
I want to tell you about every new thought that I think

I want to tell you all about my life
The ups, the downs, and my "Subtle Knife"
I want to tell you all the things I did and didn't do
I mostly just want to tell you that I love you #




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Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.


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