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3.23.2006

Today wasn't so good. Flu. This is a collection of some notes I scribbled while I sobbed in my room.

"1...2...3...This is important so pay attention."

"Stop trying to fix me. It only makes you mad at me. Please just leave me alone."

"I'm sorry for driving you mad. I'm driving me mad too. Did you know I love you?"

"When are you coming to see me? I keep hearing you outside. I'm waiting for you."

"Stop making me cry. It's not my fault."

"Please just forget about me. Please don't forget about me. I can't decide."

"love me please. i love you. love me"

"I'm very sick today and I think it's because of you."

"I'm shaking. Don't look so you can deny it."

"When I say "I'm trying" please don't say, "Try harder." You don't know. Stop getting mad."

"I'm not allowed to be sick anymore. Don't you know that makes it harder? Don't you?"

"Don't say, "How are you?" Just say, "I love you.""

"Can't you see what you're doing to me? Please just love me. Stop asking why."

"I'm all jumbled already so stop trying to shake answers out of me.You're making me sick."

"My thoughts are making me naseaus. Please stop making me think."

"You didn't come, so I went to you. Now I'm crying again and I can't breathe. My breath is cold. But my stomach isn't twitching so much."

"You don't understand what's going through my mind. You make me cry."

"My radio is static-y. I am too. Are you? Don't ask, just love me."

"Stop asking how I feel. I don't want to tell you anymore."

"Sometimes I really think that I'm not the one that matters. It's just society that they don't want to disrupt. I'm a sick girl. Don't you know that making me cry makes it worse? Why can't you understand?"

"I had a dream that pears and apples grew on the same tree."

"I'm melting. sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad I'm running out of room sad sad sad sad sad sad sad I feel sad sad sad"

I was definatly a bad day. My stomach hurts.


-Lisa


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