Thursday, October 25, 2007
- hurting like it never hurt before - story of my life -
It's called being Lisa. Do you call yourself my friend?
Being Lisa. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. You've just got to understand it's all underneath the facade of this person I don't even know. You've got to understand I am human and I hurt and you say things that hurt. I forgive you because you are my friend and I know people aren't perfect. You don't know what it takes to make this hurt go away.
Life brings about many problems. Everyone has their problems. No one but you can deal with them. You contrdict yourself when you said that to me. Then I remember one day you said that friends are always there for you to depend on. Lisa is a very stupid girl. Simple-minded and needs not any mind games. You contradict yourself and confuse me. What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to think of you?
Why can't I hide behind my blog? Why can't I hide what I say? Is it a crime to do so? Call me whatever you want. I'm too tired to care.
WHy should I care? Why should I hurt? Why should I cry, when crying does nothing to help me? Why should I talk or listen?
After everything I've done...why can't it just work? Why can't anything just work out for once in my fucking life.
Being Lisa. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. You've just got to understand it's all underneath the facade of this person I don't even know. You've got to understand I am human and I hurt and you say things that hurt. I forgive you because you are my friend and I know people aren't perfect. You don't know what it takes to make this hurt go away.
Life brings about many problems. Everyone has their problems. No one but you can deal with them. You contrdict yourself when you said that to me. Then I remember one day you said that friends are always there for you to depend on. Lisa is a very stupid girl. Simple-minded and needs not any mind games. You contradict yourself and confuse me. What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to think of you?
Why can't I hide behind my blog? Why can't I hide what I say? Is it a crime to do so? Call me whatever you want. I'm too tired to care.
WHy should I care? Why should I hurt? Why should I cry, when crying does nothing to help me? Why should I talk or listen?
After everything I've done...why can't it just work? Why can't anything just work out for once in my fucking life.
-{ missing you 10/25/2007 12:58:00 am }-