[16 Apr 2004|10:06am] Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-leeta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. 2   comment

attn; [16 Apr 2004|02:44pm] Dear Lizzie. You are an amazing person, Don't listen. Cover your ears, don't listen to them when they say all that JUNK. Highschool drama, OH OH OH! Let me go tell all my livejournal friends, Trust me. My dear dear Lizzie, you're worth much more than they know. And you know what? This isn't my place to jump in and say anything, but i don't care. I don't care who reads this, or leaves rude comments, really i don't. So please all the negative commenters, put your two cents in. Lizzie, as for you. You know, i noticed something different about you since the day i talked to you, You aren't like them, The monsters. They didn't get to you, and even if they tried, they wouldn't make it. I hate those who take little things and make them into HUGE STORIES, the headlines, the war. Do we need this? The extra stress? The drama? Caused by who, our FRIENDS? it makes you question, are they really friends? Did they ever understand? Don't worry, i have friends like that too. Who just expect you to sit home and be content, and when one of their friends asks to you to come over, They expect you to say "No. soandso will get upset." Fuck them, They can share. Are people so GREEDY that sharing a friend is one fucking sin? It's all one big joke if you ask me, and we're the fucking laugh. Love; Ashley. 1   comment

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