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                <title>American Idiot</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 16:50:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ okie dokie... things have been going really crazy...<br />i haven't been able to gain like any balance in my life for a while now. with classes, friends, family, and just trying to find some time for myself i just haven't had much time to think. in general my classes consume my life, if i try to get more time for friends they are always busy, aren't interested, or they decide to invade my life and then my grades start to suffer. my family is key, especially since my bro just got married, so we are still just trying to recover from that chaos. then with so much stress from classes and the random drama of the few times i do get to see my friends my poor brain has just started to fizzle on me so i have to literally just call it quites randomly and take a nap. and with all this random stuff i haven't gotten the chance to post any of my works, work on fanfic, or even just write in my journal or diary lately! gah, oh how i wish there were more hours in the day that i might then have time for all that needs to be done. whether i like it or not i can't make myself work continiously for 18 hours without passing out and being barely usely for my classes and 16 hours of work just isn't enough seemingly. *sigh* thus it's time to figure out some random stuff and hopefully get everything organized... right now i'm really feeling like the american idiot, cuz i'll be damned if even though things seemed so insane in Japan they made sense, here all i feel like is that i'm being consumed by chaos, welcome to the american idiot...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>how dare you tag me evil wench... grrr</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 09:53:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Post these rules<br />
1. Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves<br />
2. Tags should write a journal of these facts<br />
3. At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named<br />
4. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them that they're tagged<br />
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1) i'm a vegetarian that likes to eat chicken (dude i'm a walking talking contradiction)<br />
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2) i don't drink caffinie be it soda, coffee, and even certain types of tea.<br />
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3) i have basically have a different boy toy for every day of the week.<br />
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4) i am addicted to sesshomaru and wish i could marry him and have all of his wonderful evil world concurring heirs.<br />
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5) ditto for kurama<br />
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6) ditto for heie<br />
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7) dude i'm such a whore yet i don't believe in sex before marriage (twisted neh?)<br />
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8) i have my own language of random sounds like werp, twiget, narbnewb and so on and so forth.<br />
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no random people that i must torture next are as follows.<br />
prettyinsanevamp, theshyfox, tmrrnvfknows, tarrterex, bluetiggress, delaquinte, kantanyamamistko and Nocturne24<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>i seem to have slipped</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 19:08:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i seem to have slipped but i don't know to where. i'm neither an adult or a child but i'm not a teen either. <br />
many keep claiming to give me the world yet when it comes down to it they pick another to make their world. <br />
i'm trapped in this shadowy place neither here nor there. and it seems with time i have become a shadow myself. <br />
just a voice in the back ground. <br />
a mere smuge in the corner of a page of their diaries. <br />
i hold no meaning to them because i no longer hold meaning to myself. yet still in all of this i find a reason to smile, to love, to dream and hope.<br />
 i may have slipped into darkness and become consumed by it but that does not mean that i will always be here. <br />
with each world that is denied me i will wish them their greatest happiness while i slip from their worlds unknowingly and against their will as i find my own world just for me in the arms of ghostly memory hoping one day that it will turn true.<br />
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Bunny<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>there goes my hopes and dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 10:49:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yup i just finished off my high school years. but now it's on to college only to discover they think i'm insane and won't allow me to pursue the career i desire so now i'm being forced to give up on art and go into a math career. Well this is going to such majorly. But i'll probably sneek into the art studio against their will any way so i can atleast keep up with some of my art work. *shrugs* oh wellz partially stress is off now that high school if over but i still got to finish up my dancing career as well... how depressing ne? lolz *sigh*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>I AM NOT a photographer</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 14:20:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I AM NOT a photographer nor do i have any desire to be. nor is my portfolio photographer (for those of you who have been getting insane ideas lately) photographer is not my passion nor will it probably ever be. My passion is sketching and quick sketchs at that. Not photography nor is my work suppose to be completely realistic or thought out. If you knew the full extent of my concentration concepts you would understand but well it's sorta complicated and hard to explain unless you follow me around for a week. Also I AM NOT HAVING MY CAREER IN LIVING OFF WHAT I GET FOR SELLING MY PICTURES. Nor will i ever since i am not pursuing such a career. I am going to be a teacher!! TEACHER! Not a starving artist or photographer. I am nothing close to a photographer. NOR DO I EVER WANT TO BE A PHOTOGRAPHER!!! NEVER NEVER NEVER!! I sketch!! thank you for listening have a nice day!<br />
love<br />
Bunny<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Don't Shoot Me Please?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 18:16:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ehe... to answer some rather interesting messages i've gotten lately as well as to protect myself for art theifs! (and you know who you are!! grrrrrr XP i'll kick you in the butt the next time we meet you jerk!!) I will only be posting the "pratices" and "starts" of my projects. You will never actually get to see my finished works. Sorry but i gotta protect my work and not have people stealing it!! though if you live close enough i will sell it to you and only if i know you!! so joany i got a copy of my pen and ink for you waiting and roman i got that pastel you wanted a copy of so bad just make sure to see me before i loss them to my o.o black hole of a room... ^.^;;<br />
love ya all!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>A smile with a tear</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2006 14:06:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Things haven't been going to great lately but life is always like that. You have to take what life gives you with a grain of salt and then just keep smiling. for on lookers it may not look like much but things have changed drastically underneath. Time is passing so fast and there is always so much to do I only pray i make the right choice when the time comes but for now i'm not going to let what happiness and contentment i've found slip away... Even if that means smiling through the tears and the wounds there is still happiness some where and i'm not about to let any one slip through the cracks. If you were only meant to love one person then God would of only had you and that other person exist! so weither people like it or not they can't stop my feelings and they can't stop my smile not any more... <br />
and thus i kick of the holiday season!!<br />
Merry Christmas! (or whatever it might be that you celebrate!)<br />
with love<br />
Bunnyofdreams<br />
may you all find your own happiness! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/k/kiss.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":kiss:" title="Kiss" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>broken &lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 17:27:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ friendships last an instant<br />
affections last a day<br />
the heartaches always seem to last longer then the joys <br />
yet things keep moving along and hope is still there even if it is tarnished and unrecognizable<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Foot fetish??</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 17:21:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ -.-<br />
people i do not have a foot fetish!! so don't go looking at my updates and be all like o.O omg what the h*ll??<br />
i needed a theme for my AP portfolio and i was at dance class and all like *light bulb* omg i can use dancing feet!!<br />
so then i had a photo shoot and took a bunch of pics and am picking through them to decide what i'm going to use for my portfolio though i haven't decided what mediums to use yet... ^.^;; i might want to figure that out though... any one has any suggestions??<br />
much love!!<br />
Bunnyofdreams<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Happy as can be</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 14:36:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Back again... don't know for how long but we'll see. Lifes had it's ups and lifes had it's downs... as well as it's all arounds... I'm as happy i will ever be. Friends have moved on. i've moved in. I'll just keep going as long as i can. I'll be happy if i know some one is there. But don't tell me it's you and don't tell me it's them. I want to know for myself from within. I know this probably doesn't make sense. But such is life. And Life is such because it isn't fair. So why should this be?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Final Farewell</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 18:23:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Considering that fact that few will read or even care for such a thing as this I will not spend much time filling in ever little detail of my life. As of late I have now become a ghost as I so wish. Those once "close" to me are as good as that of the fungus growing on the rock in the bottom of the lake to me. Friendship seems to be able to be broken so easliy by just one word. And that horrid word is the one I wish to rid myself from forever. Contemplation has led me to find that I will soon have little to worry about for old habits are so easy to return to. And the darkness is oh so welcoming... especially when one is as many have called me as of late a 'whore'. ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>real</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 18:11:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dream of a place that is not real. i yearn for a happiness that can not be given to me. i wish to feel the way i pretend. i cling to one that doesn't have my heart. yet the one that does i cannot cling to for he isn't here. he isn't real. my mind tries to make him real. my heart cries out for it. but i know he cannot be real yet... and i fear he never will. i cling to those whom i know i will hurt and who will hurt me in return... and i will never learn from such pain. for i seem to always be in such pain... the time i need him most to be real... he will not be. and i fear this is my own fault as well. i beg that my night mares will not come true. but i fear if the dream does then the nightmare must as well. the dream and nightmare seem to blurr sometimes. so close i fear to even sleep. i beg it to be real and curse it for even existing as well. but this is just the begining of were the line between imagination and reality blur. i beg he be real while at the same time fear it... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>what now?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 14:58:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This has been going on. I have grown more and am in yet another growth spurt. Old friends now seem to make new enemies. The friendships seem to have broken so easily. And old loves still leave a mark that burns like a fresh cut that still won't heal. I fear that loving so many has finally taken its toll for I no longer seem to be able to give affection to those whom deserve it. I have taken to living in my room hidden within my books and refuse to leave for hours. I've immersed myself in so much work that I have no time to be lonely. And then the few times I might get to relax I wallow in self loathing and loneliness. I guess it is only befitting. But the smiles and laughs that I give to those when I am in public seem to work rather well. I just wish that I could feel that happiness in my soul like I once did. Something is missing. My relationships just don't seem very content any more and I feel a continued sadness. I have lost contact with many and have no liking for human contact. I seem to want to curl in on myself and never be seen by the eyes of others. I have tried to open up several times now. Yet it seems hopeless. For every time I try to be serious others laugh and think I am joking. My feelings are seen as unimportant and I lash out easily. The things that I see as insignificant others continue to pick at. While those that I see as important they just throw back at me and ignore them. As of such reactions I have taken to creating my own reality. Often getting lost in it. Just as the line of pain and love blur so do those of friendships and hatred... and that of reality and fantasy... I hope only that I may be able to find a cure for what is aligning me. For I fear if I do not soon I will surely be lost in the blurring of my world. ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Letting steam off</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2005 19:31:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear Journal (and all those that wish to read this),<br />
I will not be held accountable for any of the things that may and will be written in this entry. But I don't really care and don't ask me about any of it. Cuz most of it is self-explanatory. And this is majorly personal but I don't feel like keeping this stuff to myself and my diary is over flowing with enough of my babbling so might as well let the public know about it. Oh and if you do read this and feel offended and decide to hate me oh wellz I will not be held accountable for this.<br />
Things have been changing so fast and I constantly feel like I'm loosing control of everything. Including my heart most of the time. People always say that when you find your one "true" love your life will change forever. Well I'm not sure if it was my one "true" love but I sure as hell found something. And for more then one person. And I will try to go in order but the love life has always been very confusing. First there was Mike Woods way back in second grade he taught me to do what I want and not to care he was my first major crush and in some way I love him for how he helped me. Then fast forward to 9th grade year right before summer vacation hit. David Sullivan and I BOTH agreed that we should "try this whole dating thing" out. So we went on about 2 dates if you could even call it that. Which of course his mom stalked us during both and it was very uncomfortable. But he still helped me to learn and change. He helped me to understand that yeah I may be having a hard time but so is every one else. So he helped me to learn to thing of others. And for that he will always have a piece of my heart. Then there was a time period when I discovered the wonders of internet... but long story short I meet a lot of guys really fast and became known as a "pimp" for a while cuz I had like 6 guys that were totally under my "power" the bad thing is that during this power trip I meet three very important guys. One was Mike Armistead... He changed my view on love and relationships more then I thought was possible. He helped me to feel my first, second, and third major heart break. And that people may be separated but that doesn't mean that they don't have the same life style or feelings. He also taught me that even if you are only second best in a persons heart that doesn't mean you still can't try to make them as happy as possible. The Second person I met during that power trip was Chris... Chris was my first love. I feel unexpectedly and unprepared but that is how love is. And he taught me that no matter how much you want love to be perfect and for some one to love you and only you. It's impossible because there will always be other people out there that hold a part of their heart. Just as others hold a part of your own. And for that I will always love him. The Third and final person was Eli. I guess you could say that she was a dear love to me as well. And more then a friend. She helped me to realize that there are people that are willing to listen. And that sometimes people have this bad habit of getting into the same problems over and over and over again. True I still get into some of the same problems I am slowly learning how to stay away from such things happening. And for that she will always have a part of my heart. And then there was Jason... The guy that helped me change so much I am amazed. He was my first real boyfriend, my first real kiss, and the first guy to make me feel so complete that life actually did feel perfect. Though we did have our ups and downs he did help me to release a lot of things. Things that can't be explained easily in words. But as time went on we grew apart and ended up calling off our relationship because of it. Even though things have changed I still owe a great deal to him and for that I will be forever thankful and I will always love him. Though I do not think that love shall go more then a friends love. And now there is a new guy in my life. Three actually. Nick, who is so quiet and such a study bug I thought I would never get him to open up but I think that's what attracted me to him. Then there is Andrew, who always helps me to laugh and is a great guy just to talk to. Even if he isn't very smart and causes a little pain every now and then... and in more then one-way. But there is also John, the new boyfriend, which with holding hands being the farthest we have gotten it isn't really much of a love life other then one failed attempt at a first kiss (due to friends walking in), though the conversations never seem to run dry. I guess one of the main things I've learned is that peoples feelings change along with their hearts whither they want it to or not.<br />
My social life is rather active though my choice in friends is debatable. I have known Sam a little over a year now and our friendship is strong though she is to over protective at times. And way to nosy for my liking about certain matters. Which makes me feel like i want t... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>... -.- *twitch*</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 07:34:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ english= !$^#*&$^&*($%^(*()%&*(^&*$aeruiothaetrgjkyh/214561243576 w4u537? cuz ms. mauro is a total b*tch<br />
science is awesome!!<br />
and omg art is awesome to!! but i have so much work i have to do >.< damn it why the hell did i want to be an art teacher?!?!?! T.T<br />
but any whoz got lots of inspiration the main thing is i'm rather distracted by a certain guy friend of mine *coughduckycough* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." /> but any whoz i'm hoping to turn my fav random sketch into an actual painting but first i have to finish my pastel and do a pen and ink <br />
oh and i got inducted to nhs and will be inducted to the nahs once i get some more hours done and some pics <br />
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well any whoz MEN ARE EVIL TWIGETS!! (but not ducky!! <3) ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>!#$%@#$%^*&amp;</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 07:16:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ .... men are....................<br />
@!#$^@#&^%*$&$e%^#@$%^POOY HEADS!! @%^@$^&*%(%^)&#)($@#!*)!@#%^(%)2Q345635&# %^&*()#$%^_)CVKGH9057#*^%o7IPNB89<br />
'EO0$b)&84609Y BUPOI54BJU BASTARDS!!! <br />
oh and i have to start up an art portfolio for college oh the funness of it and i hate english!! it freaking sucks!! and so does spanish! ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2005 13:57:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ time keeps passing so fast i don't feel like i have enough time to do anything any more...<br />
i've been doing alot of college searches...<br />
i had to get a sketch book that i have to carry around with me now where ever i go because i wanna do a double major as a math and art teacher... <br />
oh the torture of all the work yet i refuse to give up on any of it...<br />
not to mention i'm addicted to fan fiction once again... gawd save me... well love you all post pics if i can do any good ones... which probably won't be for a while... love ya all byez ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:01:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ heart yearning for the new... mind clinging to the known...<br />
i don't know which way to go...<br />
we say just friends but we do means more...<br />
don't know which tells the truth... my heart or my mind...<br />
my eyes tell me both while my spirit tells me neither...<br />
which way do i go... cling to others in hope of not getting hurt...<br />
or cling to one that understands my mind...<br />
yet doesn't seem to understand my heart...<br />
stick with the known or travel to the unknown...<br />
should i mess up a friendship?<br />
or let it live on forever?<br />
my habits say leave the choice to him...<br />
my heart says it's know over never and it's up to me...<br />
i pray only that i make the right decision... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>trapped...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 14:14:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Stuck between past and future that is where we are all you could say some face it more frequently then others though it seems some feel greater pain. Some feel greater anger some feel greater joy. But this is not about the one of the three but all combined to make the confusing that exists in a heart a young girls heart to be exact having the love of her life the ever thing that seemed to make her heart beat just out of hands reach just that inch to far away she knew it she constantly felt it no matter how much joy it brought her joy. Shattered her heart and left her pillows stained with tears it was still there just out of reach helping her supporting her it was always there but after so much reaching for something that just could never be reached she knew she had to give up finding the one thing that might be able to fill that empty hole and many a times she tried but nothing seemed quite right she could feel that love and sorrow and hatred when she was with others that were with in reach but it never lasted long enough and left her feeling even more empty in the end stuck no longer being able to reach for something that would never be hers and reaching toward a future that never seemed as fulfilling ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>hatered</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 16:19:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ constantly fighting <br />
constantly yelling<br />
no end to the madness<br />
no end to the pain<br />
always the one that ends up crying<br />
always the one that ends up dieing<br />
never sure if some one cares<br />
never sure if some ones even there<br />
a broken heart stepped and spat on<br />
a broken heart forgotten and smashed<br />
tears lost in the rain<br />
tears lost in the shame of it<br />
one concludes from random facts<br />
one concludes from a closed point of view<br />
what good is such a thing?<br />
what good is the closed minded views of the world and those that live in it?<br />
what good is the hate that seems to swallow and consume all with in it?<br />
what good is caring for some one if all you get is pain in return?<br />
what good is having the guts to tell some your there is they don't even spare a second?<br />
what good is love and hope?<br />
what good is anything?<br />
you hate with out reason<br />
you hate with out cause<br />
you feel no remorse for the tears you made us cry<br />
you feel no remorse for the pain you put us through<br />
you feel no remorse but for yourself any your sad sob story<br />
you feel nothing but for yourself<br />
i hate these words<br />
i hate their meanings<br />
but most of all <br />
I HATE YOU!<br />
<br />
to... taterrex ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>randomness of today</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 09:58:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WOANGERAWUYHEASRLYNHAWKEHTRGOEASIJR@#$!@$^&*#%&*%$^* ... now that i got that out of my system... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":cry:" title="Crying" /> i want a boyfriend damn it all!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":cry:" title="Crying" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>erm...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2005 09:49:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wtf... some how i got a subscribtion but i don't remember paying for it @.@ i'm so confused ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my brains exploded some one help me!!! help me!!! oh and can some one please explain to me WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS WITH GUYS ANY MORE!!! CAN'T THEY MAKE UP THEIR MINDS!! ONE SECOND THEY HAVE A GF THE NEXT THEY DON'T AND ARE ASKING YOU IF YOU LIKE THEM ENOUGH TO DATE THEM!!! WTF!!!! THAT ISN'T RIGHT!! ESPECIALLY ONCE YOU JUST GOT OVER THEM AND THE FACT THEY WERE DATING SOME ONE ELSE!! NOT TO MENTION OLD CRUSHES FLARING UP!!! IT'S JUST NOT FREAKING FARE!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /> oh well <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/flirty.gif" width="30" height="26" alt=":flirty:" title="Flirtatious" /> i love my guys and my guys love me! though i wish they wouldn't confuse me so much >.<<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 18:14:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a scream of terror which none care to even listen to<br />
a girl lies dead in a pool of crimson<br />
a soul lost that will never be found<br />
all the lies ever told came crashing down<br />
a truth in the ocean of lies was the only thing that kept her <br />
alive... but when looked at closer was the thing that killed her <br />
a lie it was as well and<br />
a horrible one at that<br />
a lie from the heart was what kept her <br />
alive but that proved most fetal of them <br />
all for that was what killed her in the end<br />
a love that was a lie<br />
a friendship that wasn't even there<br />
a flame that was never to be<br />
a heart just meant to be broke and forgotten<br />
a memory that would fade like all the rest<br />
a rose lies next in the pool of crimson now the only thing left of what was<br />
on the rose <br />
a note is tied and on it the lie that killed her:<br />
" i havent treated you like shit at all, unlike the rest" ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 12:16:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a heart of gold <br />
from a time untold...<br />
eyes have not seen<br />
what the heart has been through...<br />
a unsung hero <br />
lost in the waves...<br />
<br />
reward for any who want to try and figure this out! for whoever is first to come up with the meaning for this saying i will give them a grand reward ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>will you?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 15:29:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i don't know what to say <br />
because i don't quite know the words <br />
i want to say i love you <br />
but i know that's not the term<br />
 i want to hug you and kiss you as the day is long <br />
but i know you long for something much more then just this random song <br />
i want to give you my heart with every the sun sets<br />
and i want to hold yours i just hope you'll give me that chance<br />
i don't quite know the words to say <br />
or what to do for that<br />
i don't know if you'll even understand <br />
just what a wabbafat<br />
is like me doing these such things <br />
but i just hope that you might give me that ring<br />
so that i may sing <br />
of this great thing<br />
that you have given me<br />
a claim of heart<br />
a claim of love<br />
something secret<br />
something to hold dear<br />
will you give me such a thing? ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>it's um... over?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2005 16:07:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ jason and i slowly just went blah and gave up... no more be us... thus bring on the tubs of ice cream and chic flicks... and by next week i'll be on the hunt again... hopefully... but now i can't wear his ring any more... and now that i took it off it looks rather battered from the almost 6 months of wearing it... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />; so now i have a new ring my mom bought me in celebration of jason being gone... though i never thought my family would be so joyous while i'm in tears... but it seems such is the fate i have. oh wellz back on the hunt again... maybe this time i'll find a guy that likes to take walks as much as me and we can hang out by the lake <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />; who knows? ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>random hate</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 05:43:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hate was never one of my strong suits... i never liked to have to use the word hate... but now it seems to come so easily as of recent. to be able to use the words hate and loathe towards those that break their promises so easily. to be able to dispise them for even being born. to wish death apon them for what they did. yet i still smile and giggle as i talk to them. and they find no difference. just when they turn their backs one day they shall find a dagger in it. just as they did to me. i will do to them. ignored and forgotten when i need them the most. yet the center of my life when they need it most. a favor should be returned. not forgotten. that is what makes a true friend.... not just a shadow of what seems to be a friend. a lover. a caretaker. but it seems that all of such died in the same manner. yet my heart doesnt moren like i thought it would. now that i feel hate towards so many i guess it is only natural to not feel the least bit of remorse when they die and fade from memory. ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>the missing piece</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 17:59:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a love that use to be so strong... so  unbreakable... now just shattered  pieces left on the floor... and  promises lay shattered along with the  pieces of her heart... she feels sicks  just from thinking of what she did...  all the things that she gave up for a  think that was fated to fade...  wondering what she could of done to  change what happened... to prevent it  all... a heart in constant pain...  trying to remember a time when nothing  mattered but the happiness she felt...  the promises that lie broken still have  power some how even though destroyed...  the shards are even more sharp... and  cause even more pain and she walks  through the pieces trying to pick up  the pieces of her heart... words that  she meant so whole heartedly when they  were said now mean nothing to her...  yet every one still holds her to  them... scraps and scabs mark where the  broken pieces and shards have scratched  her while she has been looking through  them... to find the thing she is  missing... the one thing that could  make her complete finally... the  missing piece ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>a dream held back</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2005 21:15:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ they hold on as tight as they can...  making sure one can not move... the  more one moves toward the jump the more  they try to struggle against the binds.  the more all the others hold them back.  to be able to fall away from all of it.  to get the freedom one has been  figthing for for so long. yet they say  they understand. they say they will  help. yet they are the first to chain  you down and hold you so tight you  can't breath. you can't follow your  dreams around them. you can't get away.  you live in a pretend world that they  constantly throw you in. trapped. as if  in a cage. just to be poked at. seeing  the jump just a little bit off. wishing  and hoping that one day to be free of  this cage so as to experience it. the  freedom of it all. yet still held back.  by others. that have their gripes to  tight. the dream of the freedom to  choose for yourself. yet being held  back constantly by others... the binds  of a life lost to others wishes... and  others wills... not being able to hold  onto the one person that could pull you  out of this mess and to the freedom...  a dream that was held back... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>point?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2005 20:30:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ whats the point of a heart being  broken? what's the point of tears not  seen? what's the point of a voice  unheard? what's the point of a love  that isn't returned? what's the point  of a hug that isn't felt? what is the  point of a soul not seen? what is the  point of a heart being hidden? what is  the point of any of this? what is the  point of all of this? what is the point  of being here? what is the point of me  even writting this? what is the  point... if no even cares.... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>flying with out wings</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2005 16:08:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The feeling of flying is something that  one tends to like to relate many things  to. The feeling of complete happiness  and joy. Almost over flowing it seems  like. A feeling of souring through  the  air. I have often times as of the past  couple months felt such a way. But as  of lately. The person(s) responsible  for such a feeling have not it seems  been responding the same way. And react  rather harshly against me. Almost as if  clipping my wings. Thus I turn to one  of the other person(s) involved in  making me feel so happy. And try to  mend my wings so that I can fly again.  But it seems to be in vain. Because  they seem to react even more harshly  almost violently towards me and cause  it seems that my wings almost break  and most of which seems to be caused by  miscommunication between myself and  themselves. But it is hard to explain  intangible things with out some one  living through the same things I have  so as to explain such things. So the  feeling of being lifted up and loved so  greatly and to be able to love him  back makes me want to tell every one.  Yet I know that he wouldnt understand  that I try to explain but the words  escape me I feel as if I betray him.  So he says he betrays me. And it causes  me to act just as harshly back at him.  He hates himself for things that I do.  Things that I never meant to happen.  But the feeling of flying so high and  loving him so much causes me to feel so  happy that I just never want to have to  let him gobut I think some how that  was my first mistake and he gave up so  easily as did I and I fear my first  mistake will be my last with him. He  seems with drawn and in so much pain  that I blame myself. So I feel  miserable and cause myself pain hoping  to make up for the pain he was in. an  endless circle it seems I just hope.  Maybe one day I can make him feel  like he is flying with out wings just  as he made me feel with all my heart I  wish that for him even if it is with  out me ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>... old lovers... new enemies...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 18:27:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you were the one that said i had to  leave... you were the one that said we  could never be... now you're back and  saying you love me and that we will  have a wonderful future... weren't you  the one that made me cry... weren't you  the one that made me listen to hours  and hours of everything that was wrong  with your life... and then when i gave  you advice... you would just spit in my  face... and then when i open my mouth  to tell you about something in my life  to help you understand... you threw me  you and hated me... now you want to  make time for me only to cus me out  when i try to help... to claim death  whenever i want you to live... whats  the point of even opening my mouth... i  knew it wouldn't be long until i would  leave... i never thought that you would  be the one to drown me in lies... in a  fake world... you force your way back  into a world you so willingly abondened  for something else... something  better... i always thought it would be  more... the love never faded... but  mutated... love to hate... hate to  love... you've bent me to the point of  breaking... and now i'm going to be  free... my death will mean your life...  we can both be free... we can both be  one yet not... i will grant your wish  of my death... as well as your wish for  my life... i'm dead to the world... and  just a spirit to you... only alive to  myself... and if you don't like it...  well SUCH IS LIFE ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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                <title>yeah this is me...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 20:27:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hey... this is me... just plan old  me... got a problem with it... well  then i'm sorry... finally opened up my  eyes to the world lately... and it's  not as i thought it was... alot messier  then i thought... so now i guess i'm  just going to habe to clean it all up  again... and make it as beautiful as it  should... so now i give you the chance  to look at the world through my eyes... ]]></description>
                <author>~bunnyofdreams</author>
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