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                <title>Some Thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:06:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel this needs to be said: Love is not a weekly occurrence. Love takes time and thought. You need to know a person in every single facet of their personality before you can come close to being in love with them. I am so tired of watching my generation date someone for less than a week and suddenly they're in love. It doesn't happen like that and it never will. Love is rare. As well love is not obsessive. Love should allow for mistakes and imperfections. No one should ever mean more to you than you mean to yourself. Some will say this is a selfish notion, but it's not. You can't care for someone else if you can't care for yourself. Certainly, a potential love can help you learn to care for yourself, but they should never be the sole reason you care.  If you let someone be your "world" or your "everything", you are shutting out others in your life. Being in love shouldn't be about giving someone your heart, it should be about sharing yourself. Sadly, it seems the society today loves too much. If you really stop and think the word love has lost all meaning. Love used to mean something special,now it's part of our daily vocabulary. I, myself, am guilty of using the word love too much...I "love" this hat; I "love" my car; I "love" the colour purple. I'm not using the word correctly. I like the hat; it's a nice hat, nothing more. My car gets me places, but I don't love it, I'm thankful for it. As for the colour purple, 6 months ago I "loved" the colour blue. Love is unchanging, it doesn't come and go. It's a constant, a flexible constant. When I say love is unchanging I mean it changes in intensity, but it shouldn't stop being love. Does that make sense? Likely not; however, that's all right. Love should give you "warm fuzzies" and I think it should make your heart beat faster. Finally, love is absolutely nothing without trust. When you don't feel safe in a relationship, you're not in love. I know that at this point in time I cannot love because I don't trust. I'd like to trust, I long to trust, but I can't. I once trusted someone completely and I got hurt so badly, so many times. Now, I have no one to turn to when I need a shoulder to cry on. Not that there aren't people who want to be there for me, I just don't trust any enough to turn to them. I hope to trust and then maybe love, again.<br /><br />These were some thoughts I have had for a while and needed to share. Enjoy, my dears.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>I've Changed</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 20:16:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There's a lot of stuff going on lately and it's really been inspiring to write more. So I guess that means you all should expect a lot more activity from me than you've seen in the past...wow its been about a year since I've really done anything. But yeah, I'm trying some new stuff out and I hope you like it.<br /><br />N2C<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>What would you do if....?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 16:55:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For Ombro<br />
<br />
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:<br />
<br />
Â» I lived next door to you: Come visit every 5 minutes<br />
Â» I started smoking: Kick your ass<br />
Â» I stole something: Kick your ass<br />
Â» I was hospitalized: Be really sad and worried and sit beside you every day and then kick your ass if you got yourself there by doing something stupid<br />
Â» I ran away from home: Expect to find you in my backyard or even house within a day<br />
Â» I got into a fight and you weren't there: If you won congratulate you, if not prepare a little "accident" for the other person<br />
<br />
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:<br />
<br />
Â» Personality: Happy and silly<br />
Â» Art: AMAZING!!!<br />
Â» Comments: Supportive <br />
Â» Character Designs: AWESOME!!!<br />
<br />
WHAT ABOUT US:<br />
<br />
Â» Who are you? umm....Queen of all duckies and penguins, duh<br />
Â» Are we friends? yupperz<br />
Â» When and how did we meet? in middle school<br />
Â» How have I affected you? Made me SUPER happy<br />
Â» What do you think of me? you're my buddy<br />
Â» What's the fondest memory you have of me? every one where we're together<br />
Â» How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? Until my family comes to get me, but even then I'll come visit<br />
Â» Have I ever hurt you? A few times, but it's ok<br />
Â» Would you hug me? YUPPERZ<br />
Â» Are we close? kinda...just a wittle bit<br />
Â» Emotionally, what stands out? Patience<br />
Â» Do you wish I was cooler? Nope, you're just the way i like it<br />
Â» Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Buddy, cuz you're my buddy<br />
Â» Am I loveable? i suppose so....<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br />
Â» How long have you known me? 5-ish years<br />
Â» Describe me in one word. Super-amazing!!!!<br />
Â» What was your first impression? you draw reindeers weird, but cute<br />
Â» Do you still think that way about me now? Yup<br />
Â» What do you think my weakness is? You are too caring and occassinally need to put yourself first<br />
Â» Do you think I'll get married? You better<br />
Â» What about me makes you happy? When you wiggle<br />
Â» What about me makes you sad? When you're sad and when you don't listen to my amazing penguin filled stories<br />
Â» What reminds you of me? Emma<br />
Â» What's something you would change about me? i'd get rid of the one out of place freckle on your nose which makes the smiley face's smile crooked<br />
Â» How well do you know me? I know you better than you know you<br />
Â» Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? yup<br />
Â» Do you think I would kill someone? umm... depends on they did<br />
Â» Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you? Doing it now<br />
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Your turn.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>Easter</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 07:51:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love Easter and Chocolate, though I probably shouldn't have any more becuz I just sent my Best friend an e-mail describing a converstation I had with Mr. Spell-Checker, but I tend not to listen to myself and will probably have more. I should also study for my evil French mid-term...Hmmm...I shall contemplate thisd as I make and eat my lunch. I am pretty sure my parents think I'm insane or on drugs, Which i'm not, well maybe a little of the first one. i should go now before I start rambling on and on about stuff that makes little or no sense....My tummy hurts.... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/puke.gif" width="24" height="15" alt=":puke:" title="I think I am going to PUKE!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>Guess WHAT...?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 13:20:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Guess what!? It's my BIRTHDAY!!! Now shower me with presents and PRAISE ME!!!!<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":mwahaha:" title="Mwahahahahahahaha!" /> I am officially __ years old!!! YAY!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>My thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 12:35:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HOMOPHOBIA<br />
<br />
I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage. <br />
<br />
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare. <br />
<br />
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away. <br />
<br />
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash. <br />
<br />
I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink. <br />
<br />
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner. <br />
<br />
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag. <br />
<br />
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God. <br />
<br />
I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win. <br />
<br />
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.<br />
<br />
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. <br />
<br />
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. <br />
<br />
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. <br />
<br />
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. <br />
<br />
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. <br />
<br />
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. <br />
<br />
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. <br />
<br />
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. <br />
<br />
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. <br />
<br />
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. <br />
<br />
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. <br />
<br />
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. <br />
<br />
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. <br />
<br />
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. <br />
<br />
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. <br />
<br />
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. <br />
<br />
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me. <br />
<br />
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. <br />
<br />
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. <br />
<br />
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male. <br />
<br />
I am the girl who lives a fake life everyday because I'd be shunned by my catholic family for liking other girls. <br />
<br />
I am the person who had lived through years of loneliness because my ex partners parents found out he was gay and moved to another state, then country.<br />
<br />
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.<br />
<br />
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".<br />
<br />
If you think pointless homophobia and injustice to the GLBT community is wrong, repost this in your journal.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, Strait It Doesn't Matter. Love is Blind and Doesn't Give a Damn about Society's Views! LOVE WHO YOU WANT TO LOVE! Treat them well and they may love you back.<br />
<br />
N2C<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>Boredom</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:58:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soooo....bored<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>dunno</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 15:52:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know what to do. My best friend is slowing pushing me away. I can't do anything to stop her. I'm going to lose my best friend because of one idiotic thing a perverted asshole did. I want to say that I'll always be there for her, but it's too hard. She's violent, withdrawn and doesn't listen or pay attention to anything. I understand that it's hard for her to concentrate, but it really hurts when the person I always turn to is pushing me away. Am I being selfish and whiny? Or am I being sad and pathetic? I love her so I should stand by her, but... I don't want to say I can't, but I'm finding it very hard to. Am I a horrible friend? I feel like I am. Everybody else seems to be able to help more than I can. She has more fun when I'm not there. Maybe it would be best if I left her alone, if I leave everybody alone. Don't want to post this, but I will and all my friends will comment and say things like "you do help", "we don't want you to leave", and "we love you and are always here", but in the back of their minds I know they're thinking that I'm too whiny and selfish and should go away. I'm a bad friend and should stop thinking about my problems and focus on theirs, the ones that really matter.<br />
<br />
N2C<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>Six weird things</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 12:49:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, I was tagged by OmbroParanojo so here are 6 weird things<br />
I:<br />
    1. Say apples at random moments<br />
    2. AM QUEEN OF MY STUFFED ANIMALS!!!<br />
    3. Like to poke peoples' noses<br />
    4. Growl when a hear a certain person's name or another person's voice<br />
    5. Try to waddle up my stairs<br />
    6. Like to say "Ooo...babay" when something is the least sick minded<br />
<br />
There are six weird things about me. All are true. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am sickened because I ate too many cookies.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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                <title>Second day of high school</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 16:48:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So it's the second day and I realised today how easily I am pissed off. Or at least how often I say I'm pissed off. My locker is pissing me off because the evil door won't close. My book bag is pissing me off because it smells like vinegar (I kinda spilt some in it. hee hee?). Social studies is pissing me off because my teacher scares me and keep wanting me to speak french, which I can, but don't feel like it. English is pissing me off because I hate writing things out. I much prefer to type them. Science is pissing me off because The stupid teacher is boring and gives me a headache. Math is fine, but I like math and its in English. Art is fine because I'm starting to think my teacher is a little crazy, plus I like art even though I suck at it. My friend is pissing me off because he really hurt my best friend and I, but WON"T GO AWAY! My best friend's asshole of a father is pissing me off because he's pressuring her again and she is becoming suicidal again. Mosquitoes piss me off because they buzz and bite me. The french translator is pissing me off because IT'S EVIL AND IS OUT TO GET ME!!! My mother is pissing me off because she won't let me go on the pill. My binder pisses me off because It just does. My cat is pissing me off because she's scratching at the back of my chair. My tummy is pissing me off because it feels icky. My best friend is pissing me off because she's in the shower. My crush is pissing me off because they're just so DAMN CUTE! and when I see them in the hallway I want to jump them. My mind is pissing me off because it wants me to be perfect. My Diet Dr. Pepper is pissing me off because it's all the way down in the basement. I'm pissing me off because I keep forgetting what's pissing me off. Typos are pissing me off because I keep making them and have to backspace and rewrite my word. My watch is pissing me off because the strap broke and now I have an ugly tan line, plus nothing to hide my scars when I get warm. My scars are pissing me off because whenever I get warm they turn bright red. And other stuff is pissing me off, but I for get it right now. Anyways that's all for now<br />
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N2C ]]></description>
                <author>~Nightmares2Come</author>
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