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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 13:58:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>three months with out LJ&lt;br /&gt;felt i should post</description>
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  <description>wow, an update. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;what to say, what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;not like anyone is going to even care to comment.&lt;br /&gt;mainly cause i HAVE nothign to say. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;meow mix meow mix meow mix.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 18:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just making a random post</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 14:27:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Jacobs lament</title>
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  <description>What do I do to ignore them behind me? &lt;br /&gt;Do I follow my instincts blindly? &lt;br /&gt;Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams? &lt;br /&gt;And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? &lt;br /&gt;Do I sit here and try to stand it? &lt;br /&gt;Or do I try to catch them red-handed? &lt;br /&gt;Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, &lt;br /&gt;Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? &lt;br /&gt;Because I can&apos;t hold on when I&apos;m stretched so thin &lt;br /&gt;I make the right moves but I&apos;m lost within &lt;br /&gt;I put on my daily facade but then &lt;br /&gt;I just end up getting hurt again &lt;br /&gt;By myself [myself] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;happy hillary?&quot;&gt;[x2] &lt;br /&gt;I ask why, but in my mind &lt;br /&gt;I find I can’t rely on myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold on &lt;br /&gt;To what I want when I’m stretched so thin &lt;br /&gt;It’s all too much to take in &lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold on &lt;br /&gt;To anything watching everything spin &lt;br /&gt;With thoughts of failure sinking in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;br /&gt;Turn my back I’m defenseless &lt;br /&gt;And to go blindly seems senseless &lt;br /&gt;If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll &lt;br /&gt;Take from me ‘till everything is gone &lt;br /&gt;If I let them go I’ll be outdone &lt;br /&gt;But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun &lt;br /&gt;If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer &lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer &lt;br /&gt;by myself [myself] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2] &lt;br /&gt;I ask why, but in my mind &lt;br /&gt;I find I can’t rely on myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I’ve lost so much &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so afraid that I&apos;m out of touch &lt;br /&gt;How do you expect... I will know what to do &lt;br /&gt;When all I know Is what you tell me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2] &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know &lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell you how to make it go &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do, how hard I try &lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to convince myself why &lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck on the outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2] &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 12:11:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;One thing, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time&lt;br /&gt;All I know, time was just slipping away&lt;br /&gt;And I watched it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Watched it watch me and the words that I say&lt;br /&gt;The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I know that I didn’t look out below&lt;br /&gt;And I watched the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Tried to grab hold&lt;br /&gt;Tried not to watch&lt;br /&gt;I wasted it all on the hands of the clock&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, no matter what I pretend&lt;br /&gt;The journey is more important than the end or the start&lt;br /&gt;And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;happy hillary?&quot;&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yo&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme to explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know, hah, I so-socialse&lt;br /&gt;Like the host of the party&lt;br /&gt;I spoke, shaked, and made eye-contact&lt;br /&gt;Partied and toasted strong, all that&lt;br /&gt;Northeast, Southwest coast&lt;br /&gt;I’m staring out the window&lt;br /&gt;No oppourtunity to mingle&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sew it up to weaken your system&lt;br /&gt;I had you throwing up&lt;br /&gt;I brought you back into things&lt;br /&gt;Like the imaginary man of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;You’d always seem to make it worth it&lt;br /&gt;I pig-skin, I never nerf it&lt;br /&gt;You felt like loving, never played real&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;By any means it means I’m leaving your team&lt;br /&gt;Hell of a team, man it seems I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Remix&lt;br /&gt;Motion Man&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;Kutmasta Kurt&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Remix&lt;br /&gt;Motion Man&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;Kutmasta Kurt&lt;br /&gt;Remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now&lt;br /&gt;’Cause when I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and I hadn’t even tried to crawl&lt;br /&gt;But I was forced to run with you mocking me, stopping me, backstabbing me constantly&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;Watch the clock now chock-full of hipocrisy&lt;br /&gt;But now your mouth wishes it could inhale&lt;br /&gt;Every single little thing you said to make things fail&lt;br /&gt;Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece&lt;br /&gt;But it really doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;’Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend&lt;br /&gt;The journey is more important than the end or the start&lt;br /&gt;And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;From the top to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Bottom to top I stop&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety&lt;br /&gt;The picture’s there&lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re stuck in a place so dark&lt;br /&gt;You can hardly see&lt;br /&gt;The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe&lt;br /&gt;And as the rain drips acidic questions around me&lt;br /&gt;I block out the sight and the powers that be&lt;br /&gt;And duck away into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Times up&lt;br /&gt;I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes ease open&lt;br /&gt;And it’s dark again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Bottom to top I stop&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety&lt;br /&gt;The picture’s there&lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;But why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory you’ll find me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up&lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy from the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I’m nauseated by the polluted rot that’s all around&lt;br /&gt;Watching the wheels of cars that pass&lt;br /&gt;I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts&lt;br /&gt;A window grows and captures the eye&lt;br /&gt;And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by&lt;br /&gt;And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box&lt;br /&gt;Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop in this land of the pain&lt;br /&gt;The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game&lt;br /&gt;And while the insides change&lt;br /&gt;The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s name&lt;br /&gt;The memories I keep are from a time like then&lt;br /&gt;I put on my paper so I could come back to them&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend&lt;br /&gt;That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, from the top to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Bottom to top I stop&lt;br /&gt;At the core I’ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Taken far from my safety&lt;br /&gt;The picture’s there&lt;br /&gt;The memory won’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here at this podium talking&lt;br /&gt;The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring&lt;br /&gt;What’s happening?&lt;br /&gt;City governments are eternally napping&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in greedy covenants&lt;br /&gt;Causing urban collapse&lt;br /&gt;And bullets that scar souls with dark holes&lt;br /&gt;Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real&lt;br /&gt;This society’s deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation within&lt;br /&gt;No preparation is made&lt;br /&gt;Limited aid, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Living in a tenement cage where rent isn&apos;t paid&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy within a parade&lt;br /&gt;The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague&lt;br /&gt;I’m the forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memory you’ll find me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning up&lt;br /&gt;The darkness holding me tightly&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:47:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i find it...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing, only 3 people have noticed a change in my mood&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, I HAVENT SEEN ANY OF THESE THREE PEOPLE IN A WHILE&lt;br /&gt;people&amp;nbsp;i see everyday at school havent noticed when i was a bit more depressed unless&amp;nbsp;i tell them&lt;br /&gt;but the three people who noticed, noticed instantly while i was talking to them online&lt;br /&gt;one did make a mistake of it and thought i was happier but ill ignore that fact for now&lt;br /&gt;at least she noticed&lt;br /&gt;i hate having to tell people what is obvious&lt;br /&gt;if i look like im about to burst out crying-ask whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;if i look pissed-ask why&lt;br /&gt;dont just sit there and think im fine&lt;br /&gt;i never am&lt;br /&gt;i want for someone to notice on their own&lt;br /&gt;and dont think just cause im writing this you always have to ask&lt;br /&gt;cause when im a my &quot;normal state&quot; im &quot;fine&quot;&lt;br /&gt;but if the state has changed, i want someone to notice&lt;br /&gt;is that too much to ask of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:01:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>no idea...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;not really sure what to type here, but yea oh well, anywho yea&lt;br /&gt;my b-day party was really fun, if some people went it could have been better but oh well&lt;br /&gt;i loved it anyways&lt;br /&gt;i missed my worcester friends SOOO much&lt;br /&gt;seeing Shawn, Katie, Amanda, and Josh was nice&lt;br /&gt;aslo seeing Amy was sweet&lt;br /&gt;we played Wii and DDR, twas fun&lt;br /&gt;after we got yelled at we played in my backyard with the mini football&lt;br /&gt;then was ckae (my wedding cake (i proposed to shawn))&lt;br /&gt;then was presents, in all i got $161, a cdplayer, a binki necklace, socks, a book, a XXL monster, the abilty to borrow taylors Wii&lt;br /&gt;after we went to the park and had loads of fun&lt;br /&gt;we played around a bit&lt;br /&gt;then started to play truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;then we decided, teens playing that near little kids isnt good&lt;br /&gt;so we moved&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went back to my house and watched George Carlin: Messing Wtih Your Head&lt;br /&gt;then people left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 18:18:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>son of a bitch....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i am seriously contemplating breaking up with maggie. i really dont want to, nor do i think i can, but something has to be done. she hasnt spoken to me in the past two days (well she has but like not even close to a quick conversation) and the past (i think) three lunches i was really depressed but she hadn&apos;t noticed, yet today ben &quot;looked&quot; sad so maggie says &quot;ben you look sad, im gonna give you a hug&quot; or something along those lines and i flipped out, but i kept it to myself.&amp;nbsp; ended up taking my anger out on a poem and i also wrote &quot;and i feel immortal and i wanna make you feel the same so stand by me as we immolate we can burn in each others arms&quot; basically saying i feel&amp;nbsp;can live through this, and i want her to aswell,&amp;nbsp;so please hold me, as we sacrifice our love by fire, and we can destroy it togther. but i dont want to end it, i just dont, and for some reason i cant talk to her about it...or at all. i wrote a reminder on my wrist saying &quot;reminder:scream fucking&amp;nbsp;lungs out at home&quot; she made me that pissed off.&amp;nbsp; but i dont know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope today i can play super special awesome cardgames with the bunch, but for some reason i dont see that happening either. mainly cause taras mom doesnt want me goign to her house (dont know why) and tara has alot of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be a great day, so far, not at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 22:03:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fuck...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;There lyrics are all&amp;nbsp;I have felt today. Today was not a good day. I am sick, I was depressed, and not ONE person even bothered to ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim&apos;s blood?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m done with promises&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m taking blood oaths&lt;br /&gt;Feels likes you could kiss my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;My imperfections away&lt;br /&gt;And I would stand&lt;br /&gt;Stand by your side until the sun turns the sky&lt;br /&gt;All the colors I see in your eyes&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And I feel immortal and I want to make you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;So stand by me as we immolate&lt;br /&gt;We can burn in each other&apos;s arms&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All those things that you couldn&apos;t say&lt;br /&gt;You should&apos;ve said&lt;br /&gt;All those I-love-you&apos;s lost&lt;br /&gt;Weighed more like lead on your chest, what of&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If I could take back all those misspent days&lt;br /&gt;Every second of anger, I would wash my sins away!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Have you ever stopped raised your face up to the sun and screamed&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My arms feel so numb my heart palpitates missing a beat.&lt;br /&gt;The blood freezing in my veins. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Damn right, I am still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I see your face we&apos;ll see who has the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my fist, taste the floor, tired of your games. Fuck off, goodbye.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And we were given this life to live,&lt;br /&gt;Not exist under standards, set by some bullshit rule book.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The fear of romance &lt;br /&gt;The pain of living &lt;br /&gt;The joy of sorrow &lt;br /&gt;The strength of forgiving&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I used to be golden, a saint in a time of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but then the turning came and I kissed &lt;br /&gt;The sun goodbye, don&apos;t you get it,&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s always darker in my eyes, the screams of my brothers &lt;br /&gt;Egging me on &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aren&apos;t you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back&lt;br /&gt;And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...&lt;br /&gt;Then I&apos;ll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:15:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sooo i dotn know...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;what emotion i am supposed to be feelign right now, i am very fucking ecstatic that they FINALLY made me a junior at OHS, but im kinda sad that maggie is mad at me for the whole handcuffs and shot glas deal....that and i didnt get to kiss her at lunch or afterschool )=, oooh and im scared...cause i have ms krantz for period 7 english 3 and i dont know anyone in it (or so for now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 00:13:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i dotn know why</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i&amp;nbsp;actually find it funny that im on the brink of breakign down but im smiling, those&amp;nbsp;who were helping me kinda stopped&amp;nbsp;its way amusing, not, had a rough day, rougher afternoon, and im almost about to cry (= someone, ANYONE help me pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:38:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;things seem to be going good, for the most part, though things keep reminding me of my past, which i dont like, but oh well other than that its been smooth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 00:56:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not quite sure what to put here actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more til i go to school in drag (and tara gets turned on by it (actually i think&amp;nbsp;josh would be too)&amp;nbsp;XD kidding)&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to the Childrens Card Game Party XD&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to my birthday&lt;br /&gt;8 more to homecoming&lt;br /&gt;9 to the party&lt;br /&gt;10 til a day about reminising on the weekend XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 23:53:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sooo...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;i actualy was happy today, spent the day with tara and her boyfriend josh, twas VERY fun, we went to the auburn mall, i stole a metal shot glass from spencers gifts, and 2 mini-handcuffs from hottopic XD, the after we went to arys and ate, it was yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its funny cause only three people read this and two of them were there&lt;br /&gt;so why am i stelling you this?&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 18:26:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i dont know anymore....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;so yea, seeing&amp;nbsp;Maggie and Boan didnt help my mood, i was depressed all day, and&amp;nbsp;for some reason i brought my razor to school (dont really know why though). but anywho, yea today wasnt that&amp;nbsp;good of a&amp;nbsp;day.&amp;nbsp; although listening to Taproot kinda helped me, it made me realize that &quot;i am not a quiter&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&quot;I’m trying to scream but I can’t breathe…&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to dream but I can’t sleep…&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone shield me?&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes and hold my cries to myself&lt;br /&gt;My pride’s in the shitter&lt;br /&gt;But I…&lt;br /&gt;Won&apos;t quit, never quit&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont kow any more, i just dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to break up with maggie (cause of the &quot;rushed into a relationship&quot; thing) but then she gave me a necklace that says &quot;I &amp;lt;3 U&quot; and i just didnt have the heart too.... so yea....im not sure what to do now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:31:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sing Without A Reason To Never Fall In Love...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;today&apos;s weather was a completely 100% accurate representation of how i felt. i was horridly depressed. seeing Maggie and&amp;nbsp;Botan made me happy, but other than that i was at combat with my mind. on the plus side, when i was walking home i was listening to lostprophets-last train home, and i was like w/e but then it switched to Mest-rooftops,and i&amp;nbsp;got spontaniously happy, and bouncy, thank you mest. other than that, i dont know what to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 20:24:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>no update today, onlycause i dont know what to say</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:29:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mental note...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;granted its not in my head, its still a note for me to remember&lt;br /&gt;never listen to love songs when you are depressed&lt;br /&gt;even if you are with someone&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt really help&lt;br /&gt;you tend to think of the past&lt;br /&gt;and it really blows&lt;br /&gt;i cant stp thinking about the people i have gone out with&lt;br /&gt;nor can i focus on the perosn i am&lt;br /&gt;this really blows&lt;br /&gt;cause my music library is either love songs or hate songs&lt;br /&gt;and if i listen to hate songs&lt;br /&gt;then that kinda reflects on my relationship&lt;br /&gt;and no music at all blows&lt;br /&gt;cause its what gets me by through the day&lt;br /&gt;fuck this&lt;br /&gt;i am not officially apathetic&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:19:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>still....</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;depressed. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; its pissing me off damn it, but what ever, it SHOULD eventually go away. some thing has got to make it go away. when im with agatha it does, but im not always around her, and when im not, it takes its toll&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:44:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;This place is soo empty, my thoughts are so tempting&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;well listenign to Sum 41-Pieces earlier today didnt help my mood, i realized that it described me. I have tried to be perfect. i have realized that nothing is worth it. and i know it wont make me real, ever. its just not easy, but everything i said i ment. and tbh, i do feel as if im better on my own. but i dont want ot be on my own, i just dont. my depression is getting worse and worse, and the thoughts that come with it are very tempting.a nd i have come to realize that being perfect is the most wrong thing possible (i dont care how awkward that sentence is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea i hope, eventually things will get better, but i doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wierd thing, on the way hoem from school, as i was listening to sum 41-pieces, at the part where he says &quot;these thoughts are soo tempting&quot; i found a razor on the ground, oddly enough&amp;nbsp;i was in the parkign lot of a playground&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>The Mighty Mighty Bosstones-The Impression That I Get</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 18:59:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>with this rose...</title>
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  <description>i dont know, i should be happy, im with a girl i really like, i am happy with her, but like ive been sooo depressed&amp;nbsp;lately, i uno,&amp;nbsp;things have but havent been goign my way, on the plus: i have a girl friend, and a couple other friends&amp;nbsp;at my&amp;nbsp;new school, but on the downi got kicked back a year of school because i&amp;nbsp;didnt get all my credits, and the fucking guidance didnt convert mine to the standards of the new school, so yea, im fucking pissed about that, but i dont know, i know&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;is not it. maybe its the music i have been listening to, the fact that almost everysong i know and like is related to a memory i dont wanna remember, and bringing it back hurts, linkin park helps me cheer up, but lately even that hasnt been helping , i&amp;nbsp;feel as if i just keep getting more and more depressed, i do have suicidal thoughts, but i coudl NEVER kill myself, i wouldnt risk hurting those i love, i dont know what to do, or what to say</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 22:36:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>gahhhh</title>
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  <description>so i joined this because no one talks to me on myspace, xanga, facebook, &amp;nbsp;darkstarlings, vampirefreaks, or anything else, but anywho yea, meow</description>
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