actually
27th 12:30
To lighte,
Forgive me
for writing here.
I need to.
One fucking
week.
Ha. What a
joke. What are we doing? Who are we anyway?
So, you want
to be Dane. But your Mike. I want to be Cleopatria. But
I'm Lisa. Born in the wrong body. Separate Soul. God,
what is life? I'm taking a chance with you. Don't I also
take chances and end up burned? Risk everything. Someday
I won't bounce back. Be content with yourself. What I
know is beautiful. Dane isn't worthy of you. Rambling
on....
I'm scared.
It's like I met you at a strange time. All the shit you're
going through. All my shit. Shit is a wonderful, word,
isn't it.
I don't even
know you Damn it.
But those I
think I know, I don't.
Trouble
in Paradise;
What is love?
Why is it so important to me.
Is it possible
to love something, someone without knowing it, them.
I wonder.
Cold tears
& rain.
Let us not
hurt each other.
But help.
Bandage the
heart.
Yea for Band-Aids!
Perhaps everything
isn't here, clear.
I DON'T EVEN
KNOW YOU.
Will you black
out & forget me?
like Kelly.
God how fucked!
Sorrow
maybe for the
best
who knows
who fucking
cares.
When you read
this
just know
my soul
deep within
cares...
That much I'm
sure of.
Lighte, Lighte,
Lighte
Darkness.
Love,
Lisa
(that's
my name in Hebrew, so don't freak out)
