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  <title>You can&apos;t deal with my infinite nature</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:24:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel really anxious and on edge...I feel like I&apos;m going to freak out at any moment...How do I stop this?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 20:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Buttons and Bows</title>
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  <description>While we were walking together on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Your button got caught on my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we both yanked in opposite directions to untangle the damage&lt;br /&gt;But it ended up leaving a rip in the threading &lt;br /&gt;So, I plucked it off my sleeve and stored it in my pocket until I got home &lt;br /&gt;Now there’s a shadow where it used to sit on my sleeve, waiting to be filled again&lt;br /&gt;But the walk home is long, I hope the shadow doesn’t fade before I get there&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I shouldn’t be constantly looking towards my sleeve for answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for me to sew my own heart&lt;br /&gt;Put a little spice and everything nice&lt;br /&gt;And nothing of you&lt;br /&gt;It won&apos;t be all buttons and bows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time for something new to adorn my closet &lt;br /&gt;Put something new on, for me&lt;br /&gt;I have the time, I have the thread&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to run through the aisles frantically looking for something my size&lt;br /&gt;I’ll browse and see if there’s anything I like&lt;br /&gt;So this time, I’m not going to wait for that shadow&lt;br /&gt;Before I try to shed my clothes&lt;br /&gt;Things don’t have to need mending in order to change for the better</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 00:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To A Mouse--Robert Burns. Standard Eng Translation</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,&lt;br /&gt; O, what a panic is in your little breast!&lt;br /&gt; You need not start away so hasty&lt;br /&gt; With hurrying scamper!&lt;br /&gt; I would be loath to run and chase you,&lt;br /&gt; With murdering plough-staff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I&apos;m truly sorry man&apos;s dominion&lt;br /&gt; Has broken Nature&apos;s social union,&lt;br /&gt; And justifies that ill opinion&lt;br /&gt; Which makes thee startle&lt;br /&gt; At me, thy poor, earth born companion&lt;br /&gt; And fellow mortal!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;&lt;br /&gt; What then? Poor little beast, you must live!&lt;br /&gt; An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves&lt;br /&gt; Is a small request;&lt;br /&gt; I will get a blessing with what is left,&lt;br /&gt; And never miss it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your small house, too, in ruin!&lt;br /&gt; Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!&lt;br /&gt; And nothing now, to build a new one,&lt;br /&gt; Of coarse grass green!&lt;br /&gt; And bleak December&apos;s winds coming,&lt;br /&gt; Both bitter and keen!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,&lt;br /&gt; And weary winter coming fast,&lt;br /&gt; And cozy here, beneath the blast,&lt;br /&gt; You thought to dwell,&lt;br /&gt; Till crash! the cruel plough past&lt;br /&gt; Out through your cell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,&lt;br /&gt; Has cost you many a weary nibble!&lt;br /&gt; Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,&lt;br /&gt; Without house or holding,&lt;br /&gt; To endure the winter&apos;s sleety dribble,&lt;br /&gt; And hoar-frost cold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But little Mouse, you are not alone,&lt;br /&gt; In proving foresight may be vain:&lt;br /&gt; The best laid schemes of mice and men&lt;br /&gt; Go often askew,&lt;br /&gt; And leave us nothing but grief and pain,&lt;br /&gt; For promised joy!&lt;/p&gt; Still you are blest, compared with me!&lt;br /&gt; The present only touches you:&lt;br /&gt; But oh! I backward cast my eye,&lt;br /&gt; On prospects dreary!&lt;br /&gt; And forward, though I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt; I guess and fear!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:29:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;quot;sometimes when it&apos;s over, it&apos;s just over&amp;quot; Why is that so revolutionary? I mean, it is. There&apos;s something within us that allows us to believe that we should be able to change the world in forceful powerful waves, without changing ourselves. And when things aren&apos;t going wrong, we don&apos;t seem to have that desire to change anything that&apos;s in the back of our mind.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 08:35:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ve realized my problem.</title>
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  <description>I rely on people too much.&amp;nbsp; I have this misconception that the way they act towards me would be the way i would respond to them, and that&apos;s completely irrelevant.&amp;nbsp; You never get what you give. ever. ever ever ever. And it&apos;s dumb to think that you will.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s dumb to think that everyone else thinks like you, acts like you, understands you. I&apos;m tired. I think I finally learned life&apos;s number one lesson that you hear from those people who seem slightly isolated emotionally from the rest of the world: don&apos;t count on anyone else but yourself.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s not fair to everyone else for you to think that they are going to be there, 24/7 whenever you need them.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve lost my faith in love.&amp;nbsp; Not so much that it doesn&apos;t exist, i know for a fact it does.&amp;nbsp; But more that it&apos;s not enough. It&apos;s never enough.&amp;nbsp; Nothing can survive just on love.&amp;nbsp; You can never be satisfied just with love.&amp;nbsp; All those romantic comedies? Bullshit.&amp;nbsp; They&apos;d never last.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m tired of the way things are and the way I think they should be.&amp;nbsp; Expectations just mess with your mind, you loose a realistic sense of the world.&amp;nbsp; I want to wallow. &amp;nbsp;I want to bury myself into a cave and hibernate.&amp;nbsp; I feel so terrible right now, but that&apos;s no one&apos;s burden but mine. I feel so alone right now, and i need to bask in it.&amp;nbsp; Understand that this is going to be a feeling that will accompany across the rest of my life regardless of everything else because sometimes our minds divide us from the rest of the population in self-preservation.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s okay to feel this once in a while, and hopefully, after a while, it won&apos;t be as strong a feeling.&amp;nbsp; You&apos;ll learn to recognize and know that it will pass. I am myself and that is all I am. No one else. Love gets you nowhere.&amp;nbsp; You get yourself everywhere. Give it up. How many people do you know are happy and in love and married? So why do I think that I would achieve that?&amp;nbsp; The world is not built for you.&amp;nbsp; It was here long before you were and there&apos;s nothing you can do to move it. So appreciate it for what it is, and leave the rest up to yourself.&amp;nbsp; There&apos;s no such thing as a free lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to love me for myself. Because, then I will understand that I make mistakes, that I&apos;m sometimes irrational and dramatic, that I can succeed and that I&apos;ll push myself further. I can be all that I&amp;nbsp;can be.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 07:29:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m trying to adjust not only to my environment, but adjust my environment to me.&amp;nbsp; I used to feel so stable in the future; things would just work out because I&amp;nbsp;had my friends, my boyfriend, my skills, and my intelligence.&amp;nbsp; And while this is still the case, sans boyfriend, I feel out of whack.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve been off. I&apos;ve been freaking out about four months from now.&amp;nbsp; Should I be? Maybe.&amp;nbsp; Most everyone I know is still living in Huntington Beach so it seems and feels harder to move away.&amp;nbsp; My mom told me yesterday that there&apos;s a possibility that they&apos;d move to San Diego to be closer to my grandparents...That feels weird.&amp;nbsp; The fact that when I do come home, it wouldn&apos;t be my home at all.&amp;nbsp; I always have this fear that if I do too much, or if I focus too much on myself, &amp;nbsp;I&apos;ll lose sense of everything else around me.&amp;nbsp; I put such a strong emphasis on the importance of my surroundings.&amp;nbsp; I realize how important friends and family are.&amp;nbsp; I need to be able to just say, this is my decision, and that&apos;s what I&apos;m going to do.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve been to two job fairs now, and they&apos;ve both been dismal at best.&amp;nbsp; It seems even harder to think of moving when you&apos;re unsure of whether or not you&apos;d have a job to support you in this new lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been trying to adjust to something new.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know what to expect from it and, it&apos;s weird to think that it will be different, no matter what.&amp;nbsp; Is that something I want? Something different? Am I able to adjust to that?&amp;nbsp; Will it be able to adjust to me? Maybe what I&amp;nbsp;thought I wanted isn&apos;t what I&amp;nbsp;really want.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;need to make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m back in band now.&amp;nbsp; It feels really odd...it&apos;s just like high school, except worse because everyone thinks that now that they&apos;re in college..they automatically know more and are better at their instrument.&amp;nbsp; We&apos;re playing high school level music.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s slightly sad. &amp;nbsp;I played much harder stuff in OCYSO but I guess this is a good wake up call as far as my ability as of right now...which is low high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of moving really scares me. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m trying to look at it logically which is the fact that I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t want to live the rest of my life in southern california.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know who will move with me though. scarrrry.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 17:47:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>3 more months. 3 more months. 3 more months. 3 more months. And then? I&apos;m ready to move. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m ready to get out. &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m thinking of moving to San Francisco or to Portland....Do i take more classes? How do i get a job?&amp;nbsp;Where am i going to get a job? Where am I going to live? Will someone move with me?&amp;nbsp;Will I be lonely? Will it be a mistake? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:02:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel very much alone.&amp;nbsp; I feel isolated from the world, from myself.&amp;nbsp; You&apos;d think, that as an only child I&apos;d be able to deal with being by myself and entertaining myself to no end but it seems to have had the opposite effect. I&apos;m scared that I hold onto people for the sole reason of a fear of being alone.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the people around me. &amp;nbsp;But with Chris, I held on too long thinking that it was just a phase or that no one would ever understand me in the same manner he did.&amp;nbsp; But, is that him or just the fact that we had been together for so long and had known each other for 4 years?&amp;nbsp; My logic is constantly overridden with this constant anxiety of the present and the future while the past holds me back.What the fuck am I&amp;nbsp;doing? How do i get out of this spot? I can&apos;t just live in the moment.&amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t appreciate things for what they are at exactly the time I experience them. &amp;nbsp;I want more. &amp;nbsp;I expect more. Low Standards and High Expectations.&amp;nbsp; IT hasn&apos;t worked for me yet but I still seem to practice it. &amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t just feel gratitude for something i lost because I had the opportunity to experience it and therefore should count my blessings.&amp;nbsp; If something is good, I&amp;nbsp;want it and I&amp;nbsp;want to experience it until it has no more to give me, not until I loose it.&amp;nbsp; That just seems so careless, sounds so careless.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 01:02:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I would like one of these...</title>
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  <description>...for the next available holiday. It&apos;s a perfect time to give a friend (ME)&amp;nbsp;a present to show how much they mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dashndem.com/dr_whippy.html&quot;&gt;http://www.dashndem.com/dr_whippy.html&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 08:06:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;appalling&quot;</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 06:42:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been beating myself over the head with my heart.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve spent hours contemplating, angry, hurt, sad, lonely, wistful, thinking about how could this have happened? How could I have let this happen and let it have gone for so long when I knew I wasn&apos;t happy for a while, I just wouldn&apos;t admit it? And I&apos;m so angry at myself for wasting my time.&amp;nbsp; Now, I just have to realize that spending all this time upset about how I wasted my time, is a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; Being angry or self-righteous isn&apos;t making it better.&amp;nbsp; Being sad doesn&apos;t make him come back to me and say, I was wrong. I was so wrong. And it definitely wouldn&apos;t change our relationship. People told him, &amp;quot;Don&apos;t let her get away&amp;quot;. And, I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know, I guess that&apos;s what happened.&amp;nbsp; Not to say this was all his fault. It wasn&apos;t.&amp;nbsp; And the honest truth is, we just want different things. &amp;nbsp;Which, to me, feels like a cop out, like of all the things? But thats it. In a tidy neat nutshell with a ribbon wrapped around it. Wanting things to change, doesn&apos;t make them change.&amp;nbsp; Spending time pondering about this, doesnt make it better or make things happen. And if we were to get back together, things wouldn&apos;t be better. That blows. You always tell yourself, well, if we give this a second chance this will be different. I&amp;nbsp;know it wouldn&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his family more than anything right now.&amp;nbsp; It was honestly like a second home.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 08:04:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sooo impressive</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 08:39:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why am i digging myself so deeply into this? I&apos;m applying myself with the full prospect that this will end perfectly well; happily ever after well. I&apos;m letting myself fall without thinking of the consequences. And when I think of the consequences, I think so far into the future that it no longer becomes valid.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 07:48:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I remember the painful stuff. What was i doing? what was i even thinking? This boy broke my heart over and over again, and I didn&apos;t just stand by, I threw it back on the block and held his hand to the knife. Why had I&amp;nbsp;let myself be so unhappy? Was I unhappy? It&apos;s like you&apos;re watching a movie reel with certain parts misplaced and cut out.&amp;nbsp; I can see these moments flashing in and out.&amp;nbsp; And i know, that i was fine with everything. I feel so jilted. Where was my fair share? Maybe I had it and i didn&apos;t appreciate it, maybe I never got it. But there&apos;s nothing i can do to change it, and it makes me so angry.&amp;nbsp; I think my problem was that I thought he was perfect. I trusted him to do what was best for me....That was a mistake. &amp;quot;HOW&amp;nbsp;COULD&amp;nbsp;YOU LET&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;HAPPEN?!!!&amp;quot;, I&amp;nbsp;want to yell at him. &amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;DID&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;MUCH...&amp;quot;. I hear his voice in the phone, in my heart, in my mind &amp;quot;i&apos;m sorry&amp;quot;. It&apos;s almost as if apologizing is your concession that you could&apos;ve done better. Did you try your best? You say that you tried and it didn&apos;t work. Did you try your best? Maybe it just wasn&apos;t worth it. You say I let myself loose it&apos;s essence and accomodate you and that i let you take advantage of our relationship. He said I seduced him, and that he was just a mere man, how could he resist? it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just read quite of few of my old entries from when we were together...If i was in a happy relationship I shouldn&apos;t have been so unhappy about it. All the warning signs were there. Why didnt I see them?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 21:49:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dear Adrian,</title>
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  <description>I know you&apos;re reading this right now because you feel like your whole world has fallen apart. And in a way, it has.&amp;nbsp; You made him the center of your world for two years and so it&apos;s hard to establish for yourself the idea that the earth is still rotating around the sun.&amp;nbsp; I want you to know, that it&apos;s going to be okay. I know that for a fact.&amp;nbsp; You weren&apos;t happy and you were taken for granted and were with someone not ready to commit to what you were.&amp;nbsp; Someone who wasn&apos;t willing to move or budge because he just can&apos;t. I know right now, it feels like you made a mistake. That you messed up.&amp;nbsp; That you should chase after him like you always do.&amp;nbsp; But you can&apos;t and you won&apos;t because you know in your heart that it&apos;s not what you want or whats right for you.&amp;nbsp; He&apos;s not a part of your life anymore, so don&apos;t let him cause you any more pain. Yes you miss him. It&apos;s hard not to miss someone you&apos;re used to waking up next to.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn&apos;t right. It wasn&apos;t the right time or place for the two of you.&amp;nbsp; There is a possibility that you can get back together in the future, nothing isn&apos;t even completely unchangeable, but for right now, you&apos;re going to be alone, and it&apos;s okay.&amp;nbsp; Because you know it won&apos;t always be this way, and that you have friends that care about you and you have people near you.&amp;nbsp; So one person less doesn&apos;t throw everything out of balance. You want to sit in the corner and melt into the ground at the thought of him not being there, but you haven&apos;t melted before, and you&apos;re not going to melt now. You will get over it, this wont hurt forever.&amp;nbsp; So embrace it, love yourself, and know that you&apos;ll be okay. You&apos;ve been doing fine so far, you can do it today. Breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; love, Adrian</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 07:06:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fruit</title>
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  <description>&amp;quot;This is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re young until you&apos;re not&lt;br /&gt;You love until you don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;You try until you can&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh until you cry&lt;br /&gt;You cry until you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until their dying breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You peer inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;You take the things you like&lt;br /&gt;And try to love the things you took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you take that love you made&lt;br /&gt;And stick it into some&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&apos;s heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping someone else&apos;s blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walking arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;You hope it don&apos;t get harmed&lt;br /&gt;But even if it does&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll just do it all again&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone hold me. Someone take my heart from me and vacuum seal it in the freezer for later use. I&apos;m caught in the bend dragging my feet and throwing my hands forward.&amp;nbsp; Find me sanity find me calm find me what i need in order to pass the test. Close my eyes and open my heart. Free my mind and cage my mouth. I see my imperfections as defects and failures. Tell me how to find the right one. &amp;quot;Smell it for its sweetness, tap it to see how much sweet water is in it, see if it has a worn mark on the bottom to see if it was vine ripened, and make sure it doesnt have bruises&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s too bad rules on finding a watermelon aren&apos;t universally applicable.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 01:07:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Let&apos;s talk about long distance relationships.&amp;nbsp; Previously, when I heard of people being in long distance relationships, the first and only reaction that I could summon was, why? How can you know someone so far away? I hardly know the people around me so to try to build a fulfilling and loving relationship with someone thousands of miles away seems futile.&amp;nbsp; I realize now, that it&apos;s much easier to think with your head than feel with your heart when you have no context and no relation to the situation.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s easy to say, well you should just break it off or you should just quit, do what makes you happy.&amp;nbsp; We tie ourselves up into a long series of complex knots and twists that hitches us to each other, our jobs, our environments, ourselves to a point that it seems utterly impossible to ever even try to untie ourselves. &amp;nbsp;And thats how we think of it; we have to undo knot by knot, twist by twist out of our situation in order to create a more passive relationship with our &amp;quot;thing&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; When honestly, the easiest thing would be to take that giant machete of reason and hack that damn knot to itty bitty little pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And this is now how i feel about our intimate relationships with each other. If you&apos;re not sure whether or not you&apos;ll be tying more knots or just pulling yourself closer, it would be easier to just cut it off at the life line and be done with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Logically, it makes sense. It protects yourself from that person and that relationship and you walk away. Logically.&amp;nbsp; But now that I&apos;m older and now that i&apos;m starting to see relationships and my own up close and personal, it just doesn&apos;t seem like a reasonable way to go about it.&amp;nbsp; Out of the hundreds of people i&apos;ve met, and the 337 friends on facebook, I&apos;ve found one person that makes me happier than anything. And one person to potentially rip my heart out of my body and mind and throw it in a blender with little razor blades and piranhas . And the thought of just letting him go because we&apos;d have to be apart for almost a year isn&apos;t nearly as much as a possibility to me as it would&apos;ve been 6 years ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No, long distance relationships don&apos;t always work.&amp;nbsp; There&apos;s so many tests in a relationship and this is just one more very strong supertest.&amp;nbsp; I think that if you&apos;re able to combat it and overcome it you will come to appreciate what you have in that person tenfold than before.&amp;nbsp; This isn&apos;t to say that you should jump into one right away.&amp;nbsp; Not from experience, it seems extremely difficult.&amp;nbsp; Meeting someone without meeting them doesn&apos;t seem like meeting them at all.&amp;nbsp; But sometimes you just know; sometimes you just have this gut feeling that you won&apos;t be able to do anything but fall in love with them.&amp;nbsp; It won&apos;t always work out but I think it&apos;s more based on the person that the title of &amp;quot;long distance&amp;quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:43:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I created a new icon! but...I dont know how to use it without making it my default. HELP!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 07:41:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think marriage is like the Garden of Eden.&amp;nbsp; You want it so desperately because it will give you every comfort you could ever want.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s the paradise of relationships because it&apos;s just you and Eden. And for some, it&apos;s easy to stay.&amp;nbsp; Why change something that doesn&apos;t need changing?&amp;nbsp; You work for your food, you work for whatever higher power you answer to and beyond that, there&apos;s not much else thats necessary.&amp;nbsp; But, there&apos;s that goddamn tree that so many of us can&apos;t seem to resist out of curiosity or desire of power.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 06:56:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>A friend just told me I&apos;m judgmental.&amp;nbsp; Something that I know I struggle with and in the back of my mind haunts me yet doesn&apos;t make it&apos;s presence known enough to make me change.&amp;nbsp; And now, I feel terrible.&amp;nbsp; As though I&apos;ve let them down and I feel like I should apologize.&amp;nbsp; I know that I should fix it but I just don&apos;t have the urge enough not to.&amp;nbsp; Which, I guess should tell me that I don&apos;t think it&apos;s important and shouldn&apos;t let it bother me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 01:45:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For casey.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlol.com/11933/Cat_moves_like_a_ninja.html&quot;&gt;http://www.funlol.com/11933/Cat_moves_like_a_ninja.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts out dumb, but omg.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 21:27:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>weirdly, the writing looks like casey&apos;s.....coincidence? i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22113/67799-ways-cool--according-10th-grader?CMP=ILC-MoreFromWdgt&quot;&gt;http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22113/67799-ways-cool--according-10th-grader?CMP=ILC-MoreFromWdgt&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 18:06:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been trying to teach myself that I&apos;m fine on my own and that I don&apos;t need other people to make me happy or entertain me.&amp;nbsp; Also that my abilities don&apos;t make me valuable or any less valuable because I&apos;m valuable just as a person.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t or at least I really don&apos;t think i can because I don&apos;t think i&apos;m worth any more than what i can do.&amp;nbsp; What i can do for you is the only value i have. And right now, I feel worthless.&amp;nbsp; I feel like if i&apos;m not desirable (and I&apos;m not just talking about sexually) than I&apos;m doing something wrong and I&amp;nbsp;need to be better at it.&amp;nbsp; I can&apos;t just let things go.And I don&apos;t feel okay on my own. Because I enjoy the company and everything.&amp;nbsp; A friend just stopped talking to me on aim or atleast isn&apos;t trying to push a conversation with me because I didn&apos;t want to drive an hour and a half to show her how to do something.&amp;nbsp; I had plans with another to do something this morning but she didn&apos;t care enough to come when she said she was going to and failed to remember that she had to leave at 11. I just want to feel bad for myself right now. &amp;nbsp;I want to wallow in my sorrow because it&apos;s comforting.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;nbsp;cant because it&apos;s 10 steps back from where I&apos;ve been trying to work to. I just wish someone would say, you know what, I&amp;nbsp;heart you just for you I don&apos;t need what you&apos;re good at or bad at or capable of or how crazy you are. and I will make arrangements to hang out with you--you don&apos;t have to worry about it. I plan my life so much around other people and I&apos;ve done it for so long that it just feels impossible to stop.&amp;nbsp; God I just feel like shit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 07:30:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ITS OUT! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 06:48:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well, if you like it so much, maybe you should marry it!</title>
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  <description>Well, maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jsonline.com/news/milwaukee/40874017.html&quot;&gt;http://www.jsonline.com/news/milwaukee/40874017.html&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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