TRINITY CAN LICK MY NON-EXISTANT SCROTUM!!!! P.S. please don't take that personally...
Lisa lee
What is it about the rhythems of the rainfall or the quaint silence of snow that inspires so well? It's been one day and I've already written two and a half songs. I only hope that they sound just as good tomorrow as they do tonight. This part of the world seems to be in that restful/sleepless stae of time again. My clock is off, but I still know what time it is. I've been studying the lampost outside on my restless nights and it always seems to f
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To the club tonight, with my slutty friends and cheap make-up. We go out to have fun, but I already know that it's not going to make any bit of difference than if I was sitting in my room with the hopeless romantic movies, tissues, cat, and down feather tick. A cute guy winks at me, but I don't really care anymore. That guy with the perfect teeth, Ken-doll blonde hair, and pretention written on his oversized forehead doesn't know who I am or what I'm l
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Im just so closed in in minnesota. Its annoying as hell that I'm not out there living life as it should be lived. I'm not seeing the world, or having my adventures. I have no one to talk about this to except for you, my dog, and, well, thats pretty much it. I should be walking down a cobblestone street in France, wearing a little red dress with firecracker heals, whispering sweet nothings into the ears of the world's most dashing men. I should be in Northern Ireland single handedly winning the w
OMG, RAWR, HE MAKES ME SO MAD!!! I WANT TO STAB A PILLOW!!!!!!!!! I NEED MORE GATORADE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED CHICKEN KIEV!!!!!!!!! I NEED DR PHIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH, THE NERVE OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OMG RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A JACUZZI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A PUERTO RICAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED ADVIL!!!!!!!!!!! OH THE HUMANITY!!!! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Falling for a boy? Falling for a girl? What does it matter? It's gonna end anyways, so what's the use? What, do you think your gonna be together forever? What a laugh. Don't you know that love isn't real? Whether it's just a certain degree of lust, or the convincing yourself that it's true because your sick of that lonely feeling. The possibilities of excused emotion are the same, it's just all that you persieve that makes all of the difference in the world. And when his fluids are in my body, o
It's raining all around me, and I'm cold. Every word that plays over and over in my head hits me as hard as the cold rain against my skin. The rain is slowly turning into sleet, and it reminds me of his harsh face of disapointment and anger, wrenching my stomache twisting inside me. His dagger, just twisting in my stomache, his dagger eyes. I have to get away from this stupid world of black and white. Y is the whole world in color except for here? I rush to the car, shuffling for the right key i
spin the cd and let it spin your mind, and with a puff of smoke the world and all of it's problems are just blurs with dialogue. The tingling sensation in your fingers, and your boyfriend takes your hand, and you both stumble to your feet, and clumsily slow dance to Marilyn's melodies. You feel the bass twist your hips slowly and up your spine, until from head to toe, your totally floating in the sensual moves that you've only seen performed by the cheap chalky makeupped drag queens, dancing in
laughing faces and happy thoughts surround me, but their still not me. My so called friends always have other things to do, rather than talk to me. I feel like i'v been abandoned on a desert island with nothing but a bottle of fiji water and a birthday card. Even my friends on the internet don't want to talk to me. I'm a good person, I'm a good friend, and I'm fun to hang out with. And yet the whole of humanity turns it's towering back on me. So here I am, fully medicated, and still utterly depr
My psyc is driving me mad. He talks like he knows everything, but his little remedies never cure anything. He keeps talking about putting me on zoloft and crap, but i don't want to. Im scared that it will warp my thinking or something. He keeps postponing the perscription, and its almost worse than taking it. It's like waiting an extra hour before your execution. I think he just wants to screw up my mind enough to keep treating me to get more money. In other news in the world of lisalee, it soun
Yeah, I went to see my psyc and apparently I'm depressed because of my father. Gee golly, how do ya figure? lol. People keep trying to tell me to cheer up and stuff, but my psyc said that everything is a work in progress. So, since I am a basket case, I am going to be taking zoloft. I know that it's suppose to help me, and im gonna take it. I'm just kinda scared. He said it's gonna do something to my brain. My grampa had scitzophrenia and they did this thing where they would send electric charge
Pain/ Deep inside my soul/ Im sad, but I’m not sure why / All that I know is what I feel / And that’s sad right now/ In all its glory and torment / For better or worse,/ Mostly worse// Scared/ A streak of it tumbles Clumsily down my spine and neck/ Much like the beads of sweat that follow/ Why does this make me feel this way/ Nothing to scare / me nothing to hurt me/ it just does / for better or worse// Lust/<BR
Ever do that thing where your suppose to fall and let the person behind you catch you? It's suppose to build trust. I did that once, only they didn't catch me, and i cracked my head open on the cement. (okay, a little overdramatized on the cracking it open, but it was still pretty bloody) I hated that person for like a week after that, cus i had to get stitches and everything. He turned out to be my best friend later on. But the funny thing is that he betrayed the whole "trust" thing when he dec
Sometimes i wake up and look at my life and think, "if only i were only awake falling asleep instead of vice versa so that this life would all just be a big dream" Its funny how many people want to believe that. But if your good enough with self mind control, you could always not even think about your real life and just live in your dreams where you control everything. Control is a big factor in society now adays. Some people can control a whole country, (whether they know what to do with it or
the rain drowns out my happiness drowning in the extacy of the rhythems outside focus on everything but the task at hand have all problems drift away, and there they'll stay How do you do it, every day just like the last not even thinking of our past but do not be decieved your more like a dream than you seem For dreams aren't real and neither are you your as fake as my aunt's nails dont front, you know its true Dreams always l
A shout out to the man who hurt me as a child who stunted me forever to be large and akward on the outside but inside vulnerable and mild I hate you because i loved you and all that you had to say for it was lies and pain i saw in your eyes, that beautiful person who secretly loved me back but their only moments every other time i see what society has made you Your pathetic abandoning your friends and all that you hold dear, for a bone to be tossed
The daily drift of thoughts, and nothing constructive enough to even mention. no conclusions. no new appiphanies about life. just useless thought. Thought that just makes me more sad. More demented and strange. I was at this local concert of bands and stuff, and it was the first time i felt happy in a while. I moshed and drank and had complete strangers' sweat on my body, and feeling just fine about it. i imagined that we were all in the bottom depths of hell, strange forms demented
Forever plagued with the disease of the outsiders. The act of being different, of being just what i wanted to be, has come at the great cost of being forever alone. No one here, except for my mom that is, lol. What kind of life is one spent in isolation? I guess it's all for the best, for they always go away sooner or later, and even if their one of those few that stick around, some one will die first. And then ur off to a new life, in all of its glory and torment. Emotion sucks so much.
sadness consumes my everyday, and i am sick as hell of teachers who dont have anything better to do than be total yuppie freaks with the "stick up there" walk. If they ever were bonified teens, (nerdy little straight a students DONT count) then they would know y i act like i do. They never would understand any aspect of my life, and just because they have no worries, doesn't mean that i dont. I am at risk of flunking math, and all that anyone can say about it is "try harder" and while they're up
Too tall, too big, too depressed, too fake-chearful, too ready to give it all up! I dont get these stupid people telling me what I am or am not. From teachers to orthadontists to strangers in a chat room. They know nothing about who I am, or what Im about. The thing that surprises me the most is the fact that they think i care what they say. All it does is make me more prone to piss them off. I am so stressed right now that it is'nt even funny. This morning I was going to get my new retainer, be