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Post by Lori Potter on Nov 17, 2006 17:45:58 GMT -5
She doesn't look, she doesn't see Opens up for nobody Figures out, she figures out Narrow line, she can't decide Everything short of suicide Never hurts, nearly works
Something is scratching its way out Something you want to forget about
A part of you that'll never show You're the only one that'll ever know Take it back when it all began Take your time, would you understand What it's all about
Something is scratching its way out Something you want to forget about No one expects you to get up All on your own with no one around
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Post by Lori Potter on Nov 21, 2006 0:32:23 GMT -5
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Post by Lori Potter on Nov 25, 2006 18:40:44 GMT -5
dear diary,
These last few weeks have been torture. I can't even begin to describe the feelings I have had. But I think I'm getting better. I've stopped with the "self-destruction." That was a terrible idea. You think it'll take your mind off the emotional stress you feel and it really doesn't. I could've really hurt myself. I could've died. It was stupid and irrational. I'm ashamed of myself. I think I'm going to put all my efforts back into getting better. I'm going to practice Quidditch and get all of my work done. I think I'm going to turn down the head girl postition. I don't need all the extra stress right now.
<3 lori.
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