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in class now, the clock is ticking, my mind is drifting, chit chat, pins clicking and tpping, loud sighs, coughs, erasers scratching paper, pens sliting letters, AC pulling up goose pumps, all i want to do is write, letting my pen rest between my fingers and letting my hand go crazy, it doesnt matter what im writing even if its quoting the instructor im still writing and im still in my own little world, i crate where to place punc.tuat;ion? and cApiTal LetTerS i make the rules, i rule this imaginary writing land that my hand and pen are living in, i have escaped i can be anywhere writing about anything and i dissapear far from boredom, then my name is called; and reality attacks my writing land and now i am back questions are being in class, frustrated students, sneers, giggles, the instructor repeating them self, while other students fall asleep, walk out, and stare into confusion and bordom, I MUST BE IN CLASS YET AGAIN!

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Lisa Walston

]]> Buzznet lisapisa101 2008-12-10T09:52:00Z <![CDATA[TIRED!]]> http://lisapisa101.buzznet.com/user/journal/3487671/ Tired, just tired of it all, it’s my turn; I want to be the needy not the needed anymore. She comes in with her issues demanding all the attention which no doubt she gets, taking her pills like a good girl, she seems happy now, not so sad anymore, no one noticing how my sadness and anger are shoved under a fake smile letting them all believe I am a big girl, then there is her and all her problems at home, having to support herself, only because she always wanted more then her family could afford to give her, and although she is on her own she expects everyone to still fend to all of her needs, and no doubt they all do. When is it my turn when will they see, when will their eyes open and let then see who is really in the ditch labeled help me, its tiring feeling like your always lost and getting tangled in all your lies. But there isn’t anything or anyone else to depend on only myself, I have to force this strength and lying to myself saying this will make me tougher and stronger in the end is adding to my tangles, my heart is hurting from the rejection, denial, and disappointment, I can only scream so loud until someone helps me, but why hasn’t anyone helped yet? I am tired of being the shoulder to cry on the voice that always finds the right things to say, and the hands that fix all the problems no matter how they scar me. These are not my problems why do I care why can’t I do these things for myself? Why won’t anyone just help me? It’s just so tiring its time to sleep, time to say goodnight, only making me happy and others regretful.

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Lisa Walston

]]> Buzznet lisapisa101 2008-12-10T09:48:00Z <![CDATA[PRETENDING! (HOPE YOU LIKE IT)]]> http://lisapisa101.buzznet.com/user/journal/3247401/ shes sitting, twiddling her fingers waiting for her fone to ring. She hates him but wants to hear his sweet suductive voice again. its like her drug she cant not have it she needs it no matter how bad it is for her, she misses it she wants it back. he sits knowing what he did wrong wanting to call but he wants to give her some space. he feels guilty like he knows he should but what  he thinks should he do? was it a mistake or is he unsure of what he wants. he cant even decide for himself, so she decides for him even though its killing her she wears a smile she pretends everything is ok but then again this isnt that hard seeing as shes always pretending! ]]> Buzznet lisapisa101 2008-10-22T15:42:00Z <![CDATA[SO HERE IT IS...]]> http://lisapisa101.buzznet.com/user/journal/3247361/ Buzznet lisapisa101 2008-10-22T15:41:00Z