everyones's at war with something

ohlizzie @ 2010-09-18T13:50:00

2010-09-18T18:50:19Z

Um, what do you wish for the most?
And for another part, I feel like stretching my writing muscles.
Give me a prompt, a pairing I'm familiar with, and I'll write something for you. c:
Or try anyway. :)

ohlizzie @ 2010-08-13T16:42:00

2010-08-13T21:42:55Z

my grandma died on wednesday. she was old, and it was about time but, i wish i had talked to her more. i hate how sometimes i thought she was a bother when i had to yell to get her to hear me, and all that stuff. she really loved me, even if she gave me..interesting presents for christmas, or the check she wrote in her old scrawly handwriting, things like that i'll miss.

i want to make sure that i let someone know i love them. so i never have to doubt. i really don't want to see anyone cry, especially my dad. it's part of life, but that doesn't mean it's okay. i wish i was better at expressing myself like that, in just phonecalls, or maybe just talking, but i guess i still have so much trouble getting myself out there.

i want to let people know i love them though. i'll have to work on saying that more. just 'i love you'. that way if i lose someone again, at least i'm confident that they know. i hope she knew.

ohlizzie @ 2010-05-12T20:49:00

2010-05-13T01:49:16Z

once upon a time there was a lanky brunette with big dreams. she spoke in songs and she lived for the gummybears at the bottoms of her snowcone cups. she salivated over pizza commercials, giggled at jokes no one thought was funny, and flailed whenever a puppy crossed her path (and of course she had to go and run over and pet it, despite the poor owner's pleading)

her name was lizzie. she was eighteen, and she didn't believe in herself for a long time. but you know what? eventually she realized that what she was is beautiful, and with her scars, she can heal someone else. so she stood proud and tall on her feet.

and she became a rose. but most of the time she just tripped down the stairs or asked questions that no one would ask because she was too curious. like how everyone talked about underwear and instead she walked in declaring that she knew that there was candy in the papersack in the classroom. she just was..on the wrong page. most of the time.

and thus everyone who loved her best said:

"oh lizzie..."

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