People make an awful lot of assumptions when you keep the majority of your thoughts private. They desperately try to read your body language and facial expressions, but they don’t know what any of them mean, so again, they make assumptions. I’m not the kind of person anyone should be making assumptions about. I have … Continue reading Letting It Pass
Feelings
Every One Of Us…
“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.” ―Haruki Murakami
The Official Rules Of Lisa: Part One
Prior to the full moon, people are often lining up to start fights with me. If they aren't outright starting fights (By the way, if you do attempt to start a fight via text message, e-mail, or Facebook messenger, you're nothing more than a punk ass bitch.), they are rude, combative, or just plain bitchy. … Continue reading The Official Rules Of Lisa: Part One
Feeling Sour
Maybe its lack of sleep, the weather, circumstances being what they are (I will explain at some point.), etc., but whatever it is, the combination has made me utterly unpleasant and sour. Two feelings that I can never seem to shake entirely. 😦 I forced myself to go to bed early last night, which was … Continue reading Feeling Sour
Nothing Would Be The Same
"You, whose voice is someone's favorite voice. Nothing would be the same if you did not exist." -Sierra DeMulder
An Unexpressed Feeling
An unexpressed feeling is like a rubber band being stretched to its limit. The longer you hold on to the feeling, the more the tension grows. Eventually something has to give, or the rubber band is going to snap. When that happens, someone is going to get hurt. What you feel is important and expressing … Continue reading An Unexpressed Feeling
Empty
I might be writing this from the afterlife. Why would I say that? Because the truly gruesome bruises are gone, there's not a scratch in sight, and I feel...nothing. Perhaps empty would be the correct word. That can't possibly be normal. Though my warm shower definitely reminded me that my left knee is far from okay. I … Continue reading Empty
It’s Called…
“It’s called an inner voice for a reason. It’s the gnawing feeling inside your stomach telling you yes or no. It’s the one voice in your life that isn’t tampered by other’s biased opinions, scars, feelings, or thoughts. Go with it, you know yourself better than anyone ever does.” ―Hope Alcocer
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 