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.