Liza Moore.
Hard to explain.
Harsh.
Cruel.
I hate the ones I love.
I love the ones I hate.
I judge to quickly, of people who could make me a better person.
I look at my name, and think...who is that?
I look in the mirror, and think is that really me?
I hate myself..alot of the time.
I look back on the things I have done...good or bad...and regret most of them.
I have a potty mouth.
I don't pray half as much as I could.
I have used the Lord's name in vein WAY to many times.
I regret half of my life.
I want to be better.
I do, I do.
But how can you be better when you don't know how to change?
I am scared of most things, because of the bad in this world.
I can't watch scary movies because I think...What if this really happens??
Then I get to thinking about it.
You know I think about all the things I don't have and complain.
But look at the Hurricane Katrina victims.
Homeless People.
Cancer victims.
I wouldn't think they would complain, they would take what they got.
They would be ecstatic, for getting a peice of bread.
Sad huh?
I know I'm to crazy, weird...and annoying.
Ask me who I am
I'll say one thing.
I'm Liza.
