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        <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 12:35:38 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Yep.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 21:57:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel like getting that pathetic journal off my front page.<br />
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One of those guys was gay, and other was a duchse bag.<br />
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And i can't spell.<br />
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And my own love life I was happy with, went to hell.<br />
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Thank you life, for sucking so much ass!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 23:33:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so stressed.  I'm so tired.  I'm so frustrated.  I've had my feelings hurt so many times today.  I've been backed into a corner today.  I feel hated...I feel like I did something terrible...I feel like...<br />
<br />
I feel like I don't have very much of a heart.  I feel like a bitch.  Everyone is getting fed up with me, everyone is getting aggravated at me.  <br />
<br />
I like two guys at once, and both of them don't like me.  One does nothing but harp on me about how annoying I am and how I should grow up.  The other one just...people keep telling me to make a decision, but there really isn't one to be made.  There is no merit in either.<br />
<br />
Not to mention shit from over a year ago gets pulled out of the ground.  Now I feel like a terrible, evil bitch.  And I don't even know what I did.  I'm so confused, so left in the dark.  And the thing is, whatever I did, I may be doing now, which may be screwing me over AGAIN.<br />
<br />
I'm so stressed out, I'm tempted to pick up smoking.  I want an escape, I want to start over. I'm sick of it all.  I'm sick of all the confusion, the distraction.  The heartache.  I want to run away, I want to be somewhere new, where no one knows who I am, where no one knows what I've done or anything.<br />
<br />
I want...I want answers.<br />
<br />
I think people hate me.  And I don't even know what I've done.<br />
<br />
I want to fix what I've done.  I want to make everything ok again.  I can't take this anymore.  I can't.  I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.  I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>Valentine's Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:09:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My Valentine's day sucked ass.  No one got me anything, but then again, I didn't get anyone anything either.  Tyson and Kassie spent the afternoon together at her house while I was working.  And it was BUSY today at BK I tell you.  Plus we were extremely short handed.  People were getting food because their power was out, and they wanted a hot meal.<br />
<br />
My chest is hurting really bad.  I can't find my medicine lately.  all I know is GOD IT HURTS SO BAD!!  And we have no Tums...  I have to have a bad stomach...<br />
<br />
Tyson and I had a little discussion last night about why he gets so snippy at me.  It clarified a bit of things between the two of us.<br />
<br />
Turns out he doesn't like me.  Knew that a long time ago though.  Kassie had to blurt out everything to him in front of me over two months ago.<br />
<br />
February is just a sucky month for me.  I have the worst luck during this month, despite the fact that my birthday is on Friday...Yay...18.  Whoppee.<br />
<br />
"Says the girl who's 18 in a week.  why don't you act more mature?"  Damn Tyson.  >.><br />
<br />
Played Starfox Assault.  Love it.<br />
<br />
So here's to all those alone on the day of lovers eh? lol.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>Does He Like Me Or Not?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 23:19:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate myself sometimes...I mean, I have the worst luck with men.<br />
<br />
When David and I broke up, I was talking a lot more than usual to my friend Tyson.  I mean, we talk all the time, on the phone, text messages...we even write letters to each other in school and exchange them when we see each other in the hallway.  And we talk in the hallway too.  It's made me late for English at least once, and late today for AP European history.<br />
<br />
He put his arm around me for like, 2.5 seconds in the hallway today at school when I said "I'm going to be late!" and he was like "well, come on then!" and just put his arm around my waist...but then he turned back around to get something and that was the end of that.<br />
<br />
But people say that he likes me.  And I don't think so cause I asked him the other day and he was like "Not the way people think I like you..."  He said it so casually, so I figured it must be true....but people keep telling me that he's lying to me.<br />
<br />
My friends (About three of them) in his AP Chem class say that he talks about me all the time.  Vaughn says that he could tell by Tyson's body language when Tyson came out from the front to the lobby to talk to me...he said he was careful about his posture, couldn't look me in the eye, didn't say anything to Vaughn because he only wanted to talk to me.  My teacher I'm an aide for says that she's seen him walk me to class and says that just the way he looks at me says it all.<br />
<br />
He also will come in the back at work randomly to talk to me.  He'll walk up to me and be like "Hi Adrienne."  ...but what makes me so confused is he SAID he doesn't like me like that...<br />
<br />
...I like him though...which is messed up, seeing as David and I broke up a little less than a month ago...but then again, it wasn't much of a relationship in the first place.  But I don't want to tell Tyson.  I'm afraid I'll drive him away...and he's a really nice guy...and I don't want to lose him because of something like this.<br />
<br />
..then I think about how I don't think there is much to me to like.  I mean come on...not to mention the fact that my mother doesn't like him.  At least she told me "I'm not impressed with Tyson."<br />
<br />
I don't know how this will turn out, but this explains my depression state...I'm waiting for my heart to get stomped on...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>When All is Said and Done</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 21:17:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I must say.  Either ~<a class="u" href="http://shafix.deviantart.com/">Shafix</a> has a scary knack for predicting stuff...or things just never work out with me...<br />
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I met this guy at work named David, and two weeks after I had started, we were going out.  And we were happy, we talked a lot, we were always together after work.  We only went on two real dates though.  And yesterday, on his birthday, both me and him realized that it just wasn't clicking anymore...felt more like we were friends, not in a relationship.<br />
<br />
So, we decided that was it.  We're obviously still friends, I mean, hell, it's not like I can avoid him if I try anyway.  I see the boy at least four days a week.  It only lasted a month...but it's a good thing we didn't drag it out..<br />
<br />
But now they're going to tease me about Tyson...DX. lol.  David already did it.  "Where's your boyfriend now, huh Adrienne?"<br />
<br />
But when all is said and done...I still feel a little empty.  Not sad...not angry...<br />
<br />
Just empty.<br />
<br />
I'll live I guess...lol.  It's not the end of the world...<br />
<br />
...or is it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>New Header</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 16:11:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/Naraku301/aton.png"></img><br /><br />It'll only last a few more days.<br />
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Damn.<br />
<br />
Done for me by ~<a class="u" href="http://naraku301.deviantart.com/">Naraku301</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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                <title>WHAT THE HECK?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 19:04:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow.  First journal.  WoOt.<br />
<br />
They put me the SAT workshop and didn't tell me.  Well, I think they told me, just the wrong date.  So I'm like "WTF?!" when my art teacher told me I was on the list in the email.  I slept through the essay writing, perked up a bit during the Critical reading and then was fully awake during the math section.  I did terribly...and I learned nothing.  At all.  Not to mention I'm pissed because I missed ALL of my art classes.  (THREE OF THEM!! WTF?!)<br />
<br />
If I don't have my art, I'm not happy.<br />
<br />
And I'm behind in my drawing projects too.  I have a painting to do.<br />
<br />
I'm pissed.  And I don't have any way of getting rid of my anger.  I just sit in the house...My grandfather was like "come on the jetski" but i was like "i have homework" and he got on me for a little bit, but called me later and apologized...<br />
<br />
I'm still angry.  I need to learn to drive.  And I need to get exercising.  Then I can really start to live...<br />
<br />
Great...<br />
<br />
Whatever...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ChildofAton</author>
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