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                <title>everything is average nowanddays </title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 20:54:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ oh, and ricky wilson (mcdreamy) he's mine JUST WATCH BABBBIESSSSSSS oh, i can be hot. if i put some effort into this white canvas i can become a real beauty, and who doesnt want a real beauty? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>run as fast as you can</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 20:53:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ oh,  YOU! you're fabulous, really, you are. fabulous without effort - now imagine me WITH effort? a future protige to fame? oh yes, for now - a 17year old with a content life not glamorous but exciting, exhilerating, and at time dull. perfect yes? i am young only onece fter all, but i respect my parents. i respect the fact that i live under THEIR roof and therefore i will follow their rules (but i'll break and bend them) but i wont let them know it. o i'm allgith for a rebelious girl. i smoke, i drink, listen, consequcnes are roadblocks and i wont let them stop me. a reckless lifestyle is only reckless is disguise - in fact its exciting, unpedictable, you have to life life fast or it will pass you by. i wont let anything pass me by anymore, i'm done, done done done, i am oging to speed up with life and make it the BEST that i possibly can. money success fame glamour baby. i'll start with leeds next year thought. i know i often make plans, and i know my hopes never come through, weight being one of them. ive been trying to loose stupid pounds for almost 3 years bu - nothing. leeds is different. i know it, i know i know i know it. leeds is something that i wont let slip by me. i will be in leeds exacally one year from now and THAT hope is making me the happiest girl on earth.<br />
<3 beauty, sucess, fame, money glamour, happiness. oh i love life, i'll make itbetter with every day<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>you make it worth it to the end</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 20:43:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its hard to say "you can either love me or hate me" when chancer or hate will be chosen. people who often say that are either unaware of what the majority will be or, or they are fully aware a majority of people will love them. Nobody chooses to say "love me or hate me" when hate will be choosen more than 50% of the time. Look at me, all statistcs and pessimism. what A change. But then again - nothing has really changed, i have yet to find people who kind of accept me, and i have yet to escape these pleasent anxiety attacks. And so they left, the boys flew away - kindof - in any case they are gone. I wonder if i am included in these stories, these sotries of everyone else. What if i am "just there" with no purpose, just a tiny speck in their fast paced life, no acknolagements, not eneough cares to notice - nothing. i think i made out with karl. "TAll Karl" the reason i say "i think " is because i choose to regret it, mroe than i should. in fact i have told myself it has not happened so often i am almost beliving my own lies. That and i drank a heafty amount of svedka that night which most doubedly cleared my mind of this impurity. The same happened with ralph, i was either mad, mad, a no wouldnt go far eneough, i think i felt a little pity, and he was stupid. These are ALL scapegoats. I know what i did, i know what i said, i know how i shrugged it off as nothing, and i now that was stupid. I know everything i do, i acknolage it. I think this is where my anxiety kicks in, i accept it and it stalks me, like a goddamn obsession. Slight regrets, slight regerts. I choose not to regret anything i have ever done because it usually results in some sort of gain whether negative or positve. I have never had anything taken away because of my actions, this is like a double negative. And these boys' adandonment is like a double negative. I did something, monika did something, or emilia did something. We id something - or better yet - we did nothing. we did nothing to leave a long eneough lasting impression on these boys in order for us to exsist in their lives. We did nothing to leave our imprints. But maybe we left imprints that are too strong. Will i ever know? Maybe. The quest begins again, for a better Joanna, for a better self accepting, confident, strong person that i know i am. Self improvement. I am young. i have only walked in my shoes, i have only walked one moon - and that is mine. Things will change, they are ever changing. People will change, emotions will change, and I will change. What striked me the hardest is the fact that people will leave. I can acept gains, but when people have left it hurts the most. And then i have to accept because i refure to let it linger on, i refuse to wallow in self pity, and tears. I am strong, i can accept things. god i sound like a self help book<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>s e x</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:59:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ also, also. the whole hooking up thing. im obviously not confident evenough to be hooking up right now. oh what doyou mean you ask? well let me explain. when i hooked up with karl (drunk - cmon is there any other way) i end up waking up in the morning not remembering half the night. yeah that scares the shit out of me. its then so stressful, i mean were you good at hooking up, did you make a complete idiot out of yourself, blah blah blah. shit i shouldnt think about i end up analyzing and beating myself up over. i never had a relationship boy, im still so insecure with every guy im with, i can only adit jlo was the only guy i had anything sexual with and i didnt care. in fact ive been holding myself back fromgoing for seconds. im just a little scared to, since hes never in town and ugh i just wannnnaaaaa. in any case. hes perfect because theres no strings atacted no emotions no nothing. the kid lived in la for god sakes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>and to the pouring rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:46:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hahahah two years ago at this time ralphs an di were oging out. now we're kinda haging out again? that makes this what? <br />
whatever, i hate being UGLY it blows. i want to me famous in famous i want boy in dark who came with ralph to my lacrosse game, by whose sweater i boroowed in a drunken spurr. boy who probably thinks the worst of me. oh boy, id like to know who you are after 2 years you can only imagine what I think. especially when you associated yourself with that diry dirty diry girl. sweet jesus. whatever. I NEED O MAKE THE MOST OF THINGS HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY MUST BE HAPPY YES? yes i must. i miss butttterrrr he was so nice. and so sweeet.i miss justin, he was so cute and so ufnny and so ocnfident. i miss tony he was so mysterious, so meloncholly, so funny, so blunt. hes a little reminder of something. i miss that. its ok, ill get him. ill findhim hes still in the city. a year from now. he should be min e(if hes not married or dead of course)<br />
and then oh yes<br />
I lost all poetic talent. i write like. i think, i think choppy i think blunt, i think clearly. i think to think and not to analyze i try to avoude analyzing because it lower humans. it makes them weak the trust the fact  - thats all we need to know. its all i need to look at ,, also who am i?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sexxx bombbb sex bombbb</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 11:40:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ gaaaahahaha. well yucky, sometimes i use my cuteness as a way for getting away witht hings. like my belifs how all hot girls should be in a closed room with a guy for more than an hour while a cute girk can because shes cute and she cant do anything. and i think that makes me so ignorant. i ruinnne verythinggggggg, he was kinda cute and i kinda liked him but not anymore because of what last night was? what last night was was jerky. and in consierate and im afraid where it wouldve led if i wasnt on ;the curse' haha well. god damn. i still think pk is hotttttttttt<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>make up your mind</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 20:01:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WHAAAAA ITS FEBUARYYYYY WHAAAAAA IM A JUNIORRRRR<br />
yeap its almost the one year of the loss of virginity thing. ugh i should throw a party. theme: losses of virginity. wear whatchyou wore when ya lost it, have as much sex as you can to reinact the night. USE PROTECTION KIDS. <br />
so i was looking at a picture of freshie year lacrosse sphaghetti dinner and its me and a few of the chikas and im smiling and i just kept staring at my smile. it felt so sincease, it LOOKS so sincear it look like i was really happy. which i find strange because i remember crying just hours before that, crying because i broke up with ralph. i dont remeber wheather it was tears for accually missing him or because i gre so accustomed to him. but i miss that smile.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>like whales beneath me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 19:42:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ oh and i mightve hooked up with karl. and monika with todd. silly? hehehehe. yes. i dont 'REGRET IT' i just wish i wouldve thought it through rather than been my drunk self. whatever live inthe moment, never regret and BECOME THIN. life goals. i cant wait to be happy with who i am. i will i will i will i will i will.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i dont want to be forgotten</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 19:38:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dont wanna be forgoteeeen, i dont want anything bad to happen. and what i mean by that is nothing. i remember when i was in 6th grade was it? i had a stupid crush ona stupid boy who i often saw by evelinas park. he was this blue haired scater boy and right now, i cant see what i found appealing in him. but before then i remember trying to ctach his attention, i saw him there, i saw him at a shagbark show i even saw him at the mall. god i felt like a stalker, and who did that kid end up to be? ralph. yeap, 5 years after my little stalking hobbey i went out with the kid. and ever since then i have been holding on to this vauge hope that myabe i will eventually get what i want. key word: eventually, that maybe right now things might seem pretty shitty and lonley but ill eventually get the boy i like, right? or liked eneough to 'stalk' hahaha, i feel that way about tree. maybe not now, but somday? its silly though because i dont know anything about him. hahahah "he doesnt know your name" fuck it. new year start over. its so much easier to make resoulations than keep em. like you know the weight thing always sticks with me. i made a goal plan and i PLAN on sticking to it. because thin is happy, and happy is being happy. i dontmind bueng happy, its something id love on a daily basis. where is this going? lonlyness. i used to be pretty. i cried because i gained all my weight back and i got uglier. and its harder to have been something and lost it than to never haave had it.  maybe not when refering to love but in a strange way i guess so also. i cant be blunt i always feel like im holding all this shit in. like i cant be me, do you know me? im typing here becasuse i cant ell anyone how i feel. i guess i AM scared, i guess things feel so funny from where i am. i just, i qwant to fall in love. possibly,maybe.yes you made it<3 i want to be happy with myself more than anything<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i dont want to be forgotten</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 19:38:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dont wanna be forgoteeeen, i dont want anything bad to happen. and what i mean by that is nothing. i remember when i was in 6th grade was it? i had a stupid crush ona stupid boy who i often saw by evelinas park. he was this blue haired scater boy and right now, i cant see what i found appealing in him. but before then i remember trying to ctach his attention, i saw him there, i saw him at a shagbark show i even saw him at the mall. god i felt like a stalker, and who did that kid end up to be? ralph. yeap, 5 years after my little stalking hobbey i went out with the kid. and ever since then i have been holding on to this vauge hope that myabe i will eventually get what i want. key word: eventually, that maybe right now things might seem pretty shitty and lonley but ill eventually get the boy i like, right? or liked eneough to 'stalk' hahaha, i feel that way about tree. maybe not now, but somday? its silly though because i dont know anything about him. hahahah "he doesnt know your name" fuck it. new year start over. its so much easier to make resoulations than keep em. like you know the weight thing always sticks with me. i made a goal plan and i PLAN on sticking to it. because thin is happy, and happy is being happy. i dontmind bueng happy, its something id love on a daily basis. where is this going? lonlyness. i used to be pretty. i cried because i gained all my weight back and i got uglier. and its harder to have been something and lost it than to never haave had it.  maybe not when refering to love but in a strange way i guess so also. i cant be blunt i always feel like im holding all this shit in. like i cant be me, do you know me? im typing here becasuse i cant ell anyone how i feel. i guess i AM scared, i guess things feel so funny from where i am. i just, i qwant to fall in love. possibly,maybe.yes you made it<3 i want to be happy with myself more than anything<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>honey put on the party dress</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 19:44:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ awww, shiet. stil pretty chill. ralpherz has texted me lately and we hung out at todds. i id be lying if i said i wasnt pleased with the way friday went. we got in, thats what matters. hard work nicely done. and yesterday again. theyre all really nice and all. really, but ..tree. wholenotherstory. i hate him. no, i hate the whore just because i belive only whores should go out with whores or even associate with whores. then again, i assume he must be w whore. he seemed so smart tho. she lacks so much. just because you took a philosophy class, and youre theory on life is "fuck what moves" doesnt mean youre the next plato. ohwell,ohwell. it was fun with them theyre really nice. i feel so young. i feel ugly and fat again. shes thin and pretty. boys like thin and pretty girls. no<br />
just thin. shes ugly, her moustache. ew, its disgusting. whatever. ill loose some nice pounds and be better than her. HAHAHAHAH WHORE WHORE fucking slut. i have so much bitterness. i hate fucking whores. i cant look hot newyears eve, im not think eneough. im scared. so scared. gah. gah. gah. looveeee me plz.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>work make it do it make sex</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:01:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yummy, you gotta live lifeeee to its fulllest. we're not here forever man! we're only young once, and in some botox related cases, lonnger. but botox wont change your ignorant views. you gotta love yourself, you have to love who you areeee. ill never fall back into that bullshitty person i was last week, hahaah i love pms. but i was brutal. i was so close to looseing my closest friends because the stupid idea that looks mean the world came into my teeny little head. ill never get over that weight obsession, but fuck it. LOOKS/ oh who was i ever kiddding. being ugly isnt the worst thig that couldve happened to me. oH welll. i just wanna danceeeeeeee, i just wannaaaa be freeeeee. whats wrong with society. why does it trap us in little school buildings, cubicals, and then coffins. i want to be freeeeeeee, i dont wanna be like this forever. work it harder  make it better do it faster moe than ever. sure monika will always get the boys i like, even for a second. but thats ok, because people invented sabotage. and might i just say im amazing when it comes to it. call it skills. i want fame. i want couture gowns and 2 thousand dollar sweatsuits. im procrastinating wiritng my macbeth essay right now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>forver young</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 09:55:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you got to place yourself in a logical sitiation. will you fall in love at 16? the obvious answer is no. youll have ay earlong rwealtionship and then itll crumble when you realize it was all so immature. thats life. even love stories dont have 16 years onls. because its pethetic. so we use these young years of ours to experiance life. you have to find yourself and thats what i belive is the most impotant thing. I have so mucht o be greatful for. i am young healthy and alive. anything else is beyong my control. i know i might not be the prettiest girl, but looks are only skin deep. sure i might be rude, mean annoying selfcentered but its worth changing. i want to be happy more than anything. i want to live life like the movies. the sadness the happiness, i want to live like to its fullest. i dont want to spend my time dwelling on insignifigant thigns. i resolve to be a whole nother person. happy, optimistic, cheeful, nice<br />
ive spend too much time caring about looks. theyre only looks. <br />
(weight is another topic. I WILL LOOSE THESE FUCKING 25 PUNDS  THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY I WILL WEIGHT 115 ALL MY LIFE. MS. FATTYY OVER HERE REFUSES TO JUST 'DEAL WITH IT')<br />
p.s the boy with the mysterious eyes, he fails to noice i exsist. its ok. someday, ill say something to him, just to know how his voice sounds. then itll feel like alittle 15 year olds accomplishment)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>im in love with the world</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 10:56:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so maybe im short, funny looking and not a whore. goodchange, at least i stuck to what i wanted. but guess what. NO ONE LIKES GIRLS WITH MORALS<br />
MYABE IM OLD FASHIONED OR MAYBE BoYS FIND HERPES ATTRACTIVE, BUT IT SEEMS THAT I AM SO 1920 TO THE POINT WHERE I DONT FUCKING EXSIST. <br />
i dont mind, sure its kind of a killer knowing youre this short little girl no one sees, or that youre best friend who wears skirts shorter than her cooch gets the boy youve liked for 3 years. or maybe its because you glare at people because you think (and by you i mean I) that the more youll glare the more scraed theyll dear. no one can hurt you when youe scared right? so, in short i feel retarded. "hellloooo ladies" "oh ok" is that all i had to say? and by ladies did he mean monika? YEA, he so did. i used to think, why the fuck does she go out if shes so bitter, she just sits there glaring. so maybe ive turned into her, and maybe now im more pthetic than her. ive gone out ever weekend for the past year. and does it feel fullfilled? no, not at all. it feels like im alittle dead. having morals in the 21st century is social suicide.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>im in love with the world</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 10:55:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so maybe im short, funny looking and not a whore. goodchange, at least i stuck to what i wanted. but guess what. NO ONE LIKES GIRLS WITH MORALS<br />
MYABE IM OLD FASHIONED OR MAYBE BoYS FIND HERPES ATTRACTIVE, BUT IT SEEMS THAT I AM SO 1920 TO THE POINT WHERE I DONT FUCKING EXSIST. <br />
i dont mind, sure its kind of a killer knowing youre this short little girl no one sees, or that youre best friend who wears skirts shorter than her cooch gets the boy youve liked for 3 years. or maybe its because you glare at people because you think (and by you i mean I) that the more youll glare the more scraed theyll dear. no one can hurt you when youe scared right? so, in short i feel retarded. "hellloooo ladies" "oh ok" is that all i had to say? and by ladies did he mean monika? YEA, he so did. i used to think, why the fuck does she go out if shes so bitter, she just sits there glaring. so maybe ive turned into her, and maybe now im more pthetic than her. ive gone out ever weekend for the past year. and does it feel fullfilled? no, not at all. it feels like im alittle dead. having morals in the 21st century is social suicide.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>thousand ways to please a man</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 17:31:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its funyn because sometimes it feels like im just walking through this worldin such a routine. i dont want to waste my 16 or 17 years living dull. i feel like the kind of girl who gets passed up. chicago, we've got the meatpacking district, wicker park and the magnificent mile. you account those as classy its all you get. i cant imagine staying here forever, i have high hopes and i certainly dont want to wait untill im 30 to figure them out. youre only young once. its so true, you only get the thrill of lying about youre age when youre 16, unless youre 30 and repaeting 29. but thats not it. i want to make a name for myself. kinda like cobrasnakes muse cory kennedy. shes got this future. no stoppin, but it begins with personality. you need to know how to work poeople, but i just sait and complain. its such a loose loose. im miserable because this is what i have. and ot have more i need to loose the misery. what if today were your last day on earch, would you die fullfilled? maybe everyone had their own meaning of being fullfilled, some see helping people are such a lifetime acheivement. but i just want to have fun and be glemeourus. and i mean you only live once. why not make the most of it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>not like the kindness that you gave</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 19:49:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you always have these young potential bachlors and as you grow you're either divied into the girls who get them, or the girls who dont. and the girls who dont always live in this simple mindset that one day they'll wake up and be beautiful and that their dream boy will walk up wo them and give them the kiss that raises their spirits and then the profound drama will come. and like in every fairy-tale, romance story, and erotic novel theres the love and the heartbreak. you really have to overlook the heartbreak, because anything worth remembering doesnt last forever. i want that heartbreak because it'll mean there was something amazing before it. and as much as i keep tellingmyself that "i am growing up, and something will happen" the more something doesnt happen. and the more something doesnt happen the more i think"something must happen to cross out the thoughts that wont happen" its like a trimple negative, negative. <br />
i've always done this as a little kid, when something didnt work out, i looked on the bright side. but then i scolded myself forlooking on the bright side because in all the fairytales the princesses never looked on the bright side, they wallowed in the bad parts and then the good stuff happened. <br />
so i stopped myself from having good throughts, so tht they would surprise me when they accually happened. <br />
confusing? i know. <br />
and i think im old eneogh to realize that those happy things wont happen whether i think about them or not. its reality and the boy ive wanted for so long wont come up on a white horse and takeme away to his kington. the world is a harsh cold place, and i feel like i missed out on the movie portion of it.<br />
somedays i feel like im growing up too fast, and that i'll never have that move drama boyfriend jock and i'll never be the cheerleader everyone wants to be. i think acceptance is the hardest part of life, acceptance and moving on. <br />
i wonder if i'll ever get rid of even the slightest like for him. or for the slightest lust for the other one. i would be lying if i said i didnt wish love at first sight exsisted and that the perfect boy was not in fact a whore who has kissed plenty of other girls. but i can honestly say i want respect, i dont want be a another number, and i dont want to be another simple girl. <br />
we exsist for apurpose, to leave our marks in this world. i wish i could say some are bad, but all in all, every mark is worth remembering. i want to be someone, i want people to lay on their death bed, and have some thought of me. im askig for so much and i sound selfish. i just dont know what it is. i lack love and compassion it takes to be a saint, and i lack the sadistic degeneration it takes to be a whore. who am i?.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>i am the consciance clear</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 14:53:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ who is hypocritial, selfish, judgemeantal, annoying, short, roundfaced, ugly haired, unproprtionally built, pale, and stupid? me. me. i need to change to bad, im running into failure full blown. i dont trust anything anymore. EXCEPT LIQUOR,<br />
<br />
"you dress with class butyour class doesnt fir you're age' ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>i need you to belive</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 15:35:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ugh im stupid. for ever thinking anything is possible. yea, yea yea, i know. i have high hopes that arent high for too long. i think im ssoosososos stupid. im just a short midgity round faced girl with a beer belly. ihate beer. i drink too much, i swear too much, and i have a virginian accent every so often. not a virgin-ian. but a virginia-ian? whaaaa. i wish i could be mroe approachable and less weird. and older. im 16, and i hate 16year old boys. i dont want no fggty kid to care about me. i dont want anyone, but when it comes to anything else, i want him to be older. and me to be older. and less shorter and more sensable. less paranoid and much less stupid. i want a tattto, i hate cocaine, i hate feinds. i hate girls, and i hate being short. more than anything. i also hate forgetting whether or not i took my vicodin. i need yellopostitnotes and ive got a future in fashion merchendising only because i cant do anythng else. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>waiting on some beautiful boy</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 21:36:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i love readin back on these entries. <br />
i must have about a million journals hideen just about everywhere. <br />
undermy bed, in my draws on scraps of paper, on xangas livjeournals and 'this'<br />
its my way of looking back and avoiding these mistakes ive made. <br />
so man mistakes, and so many times i ve flet like a worthless perice of shit. <br />
i dont know, maybe its this idea that thigns do in fact get better in the end, or maybe its the fear of knowing im not what i want to<br />
i know the things i say dont make sense. iknow i dont weight 90 pounds. i know im not 6 feet tall. i know my hair isnt perfect, and ive got blemishes. and the things i say arent romantic, or mysterious. im simple, and i hate myself for that. i want to be someone else so badly i can bareful controle it. i dont feel right. inmy body in this weight. inthispersonlity in anything. i want somsone to deal with my dadistic ways. <br />
haha i do. i want to fall inlove, i want to see what that crazy feeling is. but i know, hah, i fucking know i need to learn to be comfterable with myself before anything else. i know i feel like theres always something wrong with me. this self improvement phase has gotten longer than i expetced it to. i keep looking back opn last year and i cant help but feel like theres stil soemthing missing. its not much of a secret. there IS somethig missing. i remember liking that one boy (dont forget that one boy) how stupid of me. highschool has been nothing more than a pile of stupid mistakes and typing wothout looking at the keyboard. i just want to be perfect. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>we'll throw ourselves somewhere else</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 14:20:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ accually, i dont regret it as much as i should<br />
thats a downside to myself, i cant regret things for the life of them<br />
ill cry, ill complain and then i'll forget<br />
it was just a matter of the morals i thought i lost<br />
i mean what i did was degrading but whatever. <br />
i get this feeling there is more to life than everything that every little 16 yar old girl complains about. <br />
maybe its what you make of it, i dont want to complain about the stupid little things, knowingly because i see the way others live their lives. i dont want to care about when im getting my next tattoo.or whether or not i'll get that chanel purse, or when i'll get drunk another time. stupid worries. <br />
how ignoarnt. <br />
im naive<br />
and i want somsone to deal with my sadistic, ways<br />
i dont care anymore<br />
i dont care about what people think of me<br />
either you love me, or you hate me,<br />
and i dont care ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>my heart was aching</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 18:14:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im cying so bad. <br />
simple as that simple as fucking that<br />
i remeber taking the train last night<br />
thinking "something is wrong again"<br />
i should mark it down in caldeners because that feeling is an omen<br />
i am a fuckig ...whore<br />
simply said<br />
no way of working around it<br />
whore. slut<br />
i cant belive. <br />
wow and i lost my best freind<br />
dear. god.<br />
i dispise myself ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>wear them on another rainy day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 14:23:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm too immature to have ever known the differnce between like lust and anything more than that would have to be obsession<br />
i have no time to care about a boy<br />
i dont have the time, to give them the time of day<br />
and i love it<br />
perfection ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title> 'cause you, like to believe, that all that love i</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 18:08:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ theres a boy ive had a crush on since before i knew he exsisted.<br />
i dont know how to put that in terms even i would understand. <br />
but i dont even know him.<br />
well, i do. <br />
and i would love to get to know him better<br />
because for the past two years it's felt odd.<br />
i want to explain myself to myself because i feel like im rambling on<br />
like a holly.<br />
"whos the boy whos that boy"<br />
its always been like that. seeing him exsist<br />
seeing him connect to all my freinds. <br />
and it was the kind of "i wish he would know my name" kinda of boy<br />
then al the girls feel in lust<br />
[i wouldnt lie, hes gorgeous]<br />
but theres something so mysterious about him<br />
i would love to get to know him<br />
but such a coky boy isnt good for anything.<br />
[i love his eyes]<br />
but even when his introductions went around the room<br />
they never came too mee<br />
[i can only say this this way without sounding improper]<br />
it wasnt a "hello my name is" - to me.<br />
but to everyone BUT me<br />
it says a lot. it says a lot.<br />
and ive realized im sick of those dont matter fligs. <br />
[i havent ust realized it now]<br />
but it struck me now. <br />
that i wanna focus on something more<br />
[but icant]<br />
not being me and all. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>screams your name in his sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 17:10:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so i had sex with him<br />
i was shitfaced with so much liquor to last me forever<br />
and i knew what i was doing<br />
thats what almost killed me<br />
the fact that i know what i was fucking doing. <br />
and the worst would have to be how i realized it<br />
fucking crying.<br />
i love them for being there for me.<br />
i hate him for not being there for me.<br />
i hate him so much<br />
i hate him so much it struck me last night that <br />
when i said i was over liking him<br />
i was lying.<br />
or maybei wasnt<br />
but what i know now<br />
is that nothing has really changed<br />
i do care about him<br />
and theres such a big party of me that wants me to hate him<br />
he gave him the condom afterall<br />
so he knew<br />
so its not like he cared<br />
right. right.<br />
im getting sick of me. <br />
andthe things i do ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>pretty as a car crash</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 21:20:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so.youregone.<br />
i dont need you.<br />
i dont need youat all<br />
i need myself.<br />
i need to find myself<br />
ive realized i dont need any boy to hold. and love.<br />
not untilli focus on myself.<br />
'self i m p r o v e m e n t '<br />
i know what i want<br />
i know what i dont want<br />
i know what im afraid of becoming<br />
i know what i want to become<br />
i need to get there.<br />
i live life for m y s e l f <br />
and i think<br />
that><br />
i need help ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>checking my tires</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2005 12:08:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its so hard.<br />
i mean, knowing that i still like him<br />
and knowing that its so impossible.<br />
i thought i should get over him<br />
and everytime i see him<br />
its back to the start<br />
i dont knowww<br />
i like, james. <br />
but its not the same. <br />
whatever.<br />
he's.<br />
i dont know what to say.<br />
its just a whole lotta heartbreak.<br />
ow ow. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>dont say its useless. and dont say forget it</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 22:04:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why dont i have someon to hug. <br />
someone to hold me. <br />
but maybe, at a time like this<br />
youll hug them back<br />
in hopes of having somsone to touch.<br />
someone to pretend<br />
they care about you.<br />
someone to high to care.<br />
why doesnt anyone care<br />
i care. i cared about him<br />
but i have imperfections<br />
and i hate that<br />
he'll never know.<br />
i wish he knew. <br />
oh i wish he knew. <br />
but he knows.<br />
he just doesnt care. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>dont wake me i plan on sleeping</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 19:08:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate you more than you can imagine<br />
it too guts to do what i did<br />
and you were a real sweatheart at frisy i mean; you didnt say anything to make me cry<br />
you ditn freak out<br />
and reject me at the spot<br />
i heardd you'd cared<br />
and truth be told you didnt. <br />
well;; i hope u reazlie i dont care<br />
you looked that whore. you liked that whore<br />
shes fat. ugly. short<br />
ugh it sounds like im describing myself<br />
but no no no<br />
im prettier. <br />
ugh what can you say i gess<br />
your a fag faced whore<br />
im not used to loosing<br />
and i like bhow abrubtly it happened. you know<br />
the fake smiles<br />
the fake "do u have a cigarte" to push away all assumptions of hatered<br />
well i do hate you<br />
and i appreciate how you broke my heart<br />
no; really..i do.<br />
im just another envious girl; with anenvious smile ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>I left my keys and broken dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 19:07:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it wasnt pure rejection. <br />
it wasnt. it was pity at first<br />
then just; ignorance. <br />
it hurts more than a fucking word could<br />
just be blunt and say it to my face<br />
i dont like you<br />
4 fucking ltetters<br />
it hurts more more more<br />
because im still clinging to those silly little pretend games<br />
where everything works out well<br />
i have this feeling again. sooo empty<br />
its comes in unusual patterns.<br />
this is how it feels l.to like osmsone..you cant have, ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>its the same</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 21:07:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so i told him.<br />
hah i told him<br />
just so i can be sure rejections the only thing ive been wokring for. <br />
this is gonna hurt.. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>A few more hours.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 21:45:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you look at old entries. <br />
you look at old comments<br />
you wonder where you went wrong because everything seemed perfect<br />
the words<br />
they wernet waht they are now. <br />
you listen to opinions formed by your best freinds, they think they know best<br />
Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate.<br />
and do the ever know?<br />
they dont know how it feels to be wrong. <br />
s you let them pretned, <br />
and you keep looking. back on what he said. <br />
and you keeo replaying those steps. <br />
and you look for where you went wrong. <br />
"i could have danced the night away with youuuuuuu"<br />
<br />
"hey they are right^^ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />"<br />
<br />
"lets cuddle"<br />
<br />
....<br />
<br />
I HATE HOW I FORGOT ABOUT EVERYONE THAT WOULVE BEEN PERFECT<br />
i settled for what came to me<br />
and i was oblivious to who wanted me. & who i wanted. <br />
ims tupid stupid stupid<br />
its my fault. <br />
&& i missed out. <br />
i dont wanna lose it. <br />
I odnt wann lsoe it. <br />
i dont wanna lsoe it. <br />
i lost it already<br />
already ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>so come on</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 11:37:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mother fucking cock sucking bitvh faced whores <br />
i hate them they are cliche. they think they are so great. and perfectr. & thin and pretty<br />
well;; reality check bitchfaces. <br />
your pretty short darlin;; no taller than me<br />
and thinner than me? dont even think about it<br />
nwo lets go by looks<br />
ill admit i was jeleous at first<br />
but bitch please. <br />
im prettier/ ive got bigger tits. <br />
&& i so have the look. <br />
my eyebrows arent fucked up. my lips arent toohpick thin<br />
i wear clothig with style. <br />
i dont follow the rule book of every scene kid<br />
i dont listen to taking back sunday on a religious daily base<br />
and i dont brag about being so original just because i listen to bright eyes. <br />
how pathetic can you be?<br />
sure youve got friends; sure you made your own little;<br />
'cult' and oc drama. <br />
but darling;; <br />
your a pile of nothing. <br />
you all are. <br />
i cant stand you<br />
yet i want to be you ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>they only want you when you're 17</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 19:57:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ still; still<br />
still<br />
boys are awful<br />
they hurt<br />
he hurts<br />
it hurts<br />
it does. it realluy does<br />
you odnt know what you do to me. <br />
you dont. you dont<br />
get over it. jo ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>blue velvet</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 10:48:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ like the only song that makes me cry;; or sob<br />
call it whatever<br />
its kinda like a realization<br />
ill never get there. <br />
im quite; ugly. <br />
or so ive become. <br />
and the stars dont even shine<br />
he knows i exsists<br />
oh yes he does.<br />
but im nothing. <br />
i gave uppppp<br />
and i heald my head oh s tightly. <br />
run away runaway<br />
i need to just<br />
not wake up ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>Take the money run</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 20:34:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im really sick of feeling this sad. somethings missing. im so empty. i barely rememebr feeling this alone. it was llast time. and now. i just want to be happy;; and i cant. <br />
<br />
You're living in a fantasy world.....<br />
This Most Beautiful world <br />
<br />
i hate htis. i hate this i hate this. <br />
i hate how theres no reason for me to be happy. i hate how alone i feel. i hate how second to first i feel. i hate how used i feel. i hate how ugly i feel. i hate how last i feel. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. <br />
your your fualt. <br />
<br />
but most of all<br />
i hate this jeleousy. <br />
u hate how i like him<br />
and i shouldve reazlied// which i di<br />
no hope no thougths for hope<br />
monika talks out of her ass<br />
:dont give up"<br />
too late. i gave up moths ago. <br />
ill always be last<br />
ill never be first<br />
im second best<br />
second best<br />
and the rest of the time <br />
last. <br />
<br />
<|3<br />
i hate myself ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>the art of acting weak</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 19:04:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im sick of this self inflicted song<br />
im sick of always feeling like shit<br />
i feel outrageously used. and forgotten. and your promoting this. <br />
i wanna run away to a fairy tale<br />
where evrything is perfect<br />
and on second thought. <br />
it shouldn be perfectt<br />
but heart break<br />
should be planned <br />
because heartbreak right now. is simply awful<br />
hearbreak in a fairy tale is perfect. <br />
happy endings<br />
i want a happy eneding. <br />
i dont know why<br />
i sit at 3 in the morning crying. <br />
its such an empty feeling<br />
to not have th eonly thing you want. <br />
to know that <br />
its way too fragil.<br />
&& somethings wrong. i want to stop feeling like this<br />
i want to run away<br />
i want to run away to a little town. somewhere perfect<br />
because im sick of feeling this awful<br />
compare. <br />
im ugly. <br />
i just<br />
want to fall in love. <br />
<br />
see whats so great about it ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 22:14:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So won't you kill me,<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
so I die happy.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
this world is all about <br />
who is the prettiest<br />
who is the thinest<br />
who has the hottest guy<br />
who has the prettiest hair. <br />
<br />
i dont want to have to compete<br />
<br />
but thats life. <br />
<br />
and it sucks.<br />
<br />
you brough my selfesteem to an all time low. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>i dont know what i want to be</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2005 21:39:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well.<br />
we are all sex. drugs and rock and roll.<br />
<br />
i want to know how it feels to be good.<br />
<br />
i want to know how it feels to have a positive out loook on life<br />
<br />
to say "god bless you" and mean it<br />
<br />
to look at the sky and belive that maybe; just mayeb there is something beyond that vast emptynes.<br />
a place where;; there is a god.or lord. or stronger being that loves you.<br />
<br />
theres is a girl that i envy<br />
and its a fdiffernt sort of envy<br />
not the envy.<br />
<br />
where i want her looks.<br />
or her boy.<br />
or her body<br />
or her drugs<br />
<br />
but i want to feel like her.<br />
i want to smile. and feel good. she sees god.<br />
she is wonderful<br />
i envy her talent. i envy her freeness.<br />
i envy how she can be herself<br />
an dnot worry about fitting in<br />
:i listen to christian music on full balc and dance. and run i feel so free. and i kow that i love god- -"<br />
i only wish i can be this way<br />
buut my like is all about fitting in<br />
and in my temrs<br />
'not fitting in"<br />
<br />
being someone.<br />
and builing an empire of lust. drugs. sex. and a litte but if bad.<br />
i hate myself for that<br />
<br />
if i regret it now<br />
ill regert it 30 years from now. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>only when you sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2005 21:38:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tarik is his name. <br />
<br />
i like tarik.<br />
<br />
now shoot me. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>we're walking in angles.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2005 21:19:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why. why why<br />
 why<br />
<br />
why do i like thia boy. <br />
ive always gotten the boys that fell for me<br />
i never fell for them<br />
maybe i wanan see how it feels to have that crush<br />
that boys youve longer for<br />
i wanan just see how it feels to <br />
get what you want?<br />
yea.<br />
im an idiot. <br />
<br />
love struck. and heartbroken. duh ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>sleepwalking</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 14:38:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going out sleepwalking// where mute memories start talking<br />
<br />
its funny to always see people ask me whats wrong. and it would be stupid of me to give them a whole list of silly meanigless shit. but i am sick of them asking. people care. people pretend to care. people/ act like they care. i toss you around;; i tossed you around. i reazlied it. i feel like shit and its simple. im good at hiding that fucking emo shit. its all in the fake smiles;; its not like they do anything.  i cant even type without rethinking every word. every single fucking word. everything is so condesending. everything is so fake. something happened this year;; when i fucking changed and i beacme so fucking pathertic. its owuld be so stuopid of me to hide everything;; all my insecurities. in a couple hits;; and some shots. but what else is there to do. laugh it off and pretend i really do think im perfect; that im pretty that im thin. that he see's me as someone. but i dont veen wanna try. i never wanted to try. and im so stupid for letting something as that pathetic let me go. all i do is compare. compare. comapre. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>ok. so i dont know.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2005 11:07:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ coke. its a hard core fucking drug. <br />
im little. id get addcited fats. <br />
from what i know. <br />
paul: just dont do it k? <br />
        you' should rather dig a grave. <br />
<br />
i just want to lose weight. fast<br />
and maybe have a 15 min of awesome there.<br />
im fat. im ugly. fuck <br />
i wont get addicted. <br />
maybe if i keep telling myself that<br />
<br />
if only weed made you annorexic. <br />
id honestly rather be disgustingly thin;<br />
than<br />
what i am now. <br />
<br />
and monika thinks she's 'so fat'<br />
what a fucking bitch. <br />
<br />
i dont know. maybe. i dont know. <br />
im gonna be risking a lot. <br />
i dont know. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>blazed like a vookie</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 21:16:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im bazmaed right now. to the maz. hard hits. <br />
my figers burn and go in flow motion. a faint memeory of feeeling time go b y slowing. you tend to do it along. <br />
"before you run u cant feel; it nd as you flys by  yiu feel time slow down. u slow down" youe head makes tidbits of memeory. no cant thikn is fashion. and each finger take s longer to strike without the futeure belif of what is neext. i reazlied that they make me feel likee shit. they are ht eb ubzzkill because they remind me of jeleousy and envy. the are pretty skinny; and gorgeous; an dperfect bad girls. good girls. and whores. im notlike that ad it sucks. i wish tarik iwas mine but obviously icant do a shit about it; and only because of myself. <br />
so i nevy them. and i wish. dok i dont know. <br />
nonvirving. free. ugh. lsoe bitches. im jeleous. <br />
well ill find a boy. <br />
soon.<br />
and thats done with. <br />
just  bit of planning left. <br />
im not lame. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
i need to watch family guy. <br />
sweeet. boner ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>you dont know what you do to me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 15:20:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so it woulnt have wokred. <br />
i  dont know who he htinks he is. <br />
calling all the shots. <br />
thats my job. I say when it ends<br />
but it wasnt ognna work<br />
because ims till thinking of mr.asshole over theree<br />
<br />
i guess it kinda hurts. a little. how he reazlied i dont habve the time, <br />
he made me feel pretty dare i say<br />
but<br />
he made me feel liekshit too. <br />
<br />
i talked to troy. <br />
he's the only ex i can really talk to about everything. <br />
he's my 'guy problem' boy. <br />
he really let me reazlize that<br />
relationships are sure as hell work. <br />
and work is hard<br />
and that<br />
with the way i am<br />
it wouldnt have wokred. <br />
<br />
but i realzied. <br />
i have a plan<br />
funny saying its a plan.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'll give it all<br />
<br />
then. <br />
<br />
i'll work fromt here. <br />
<br />
its a good plan. <br />
wel. <br />
i just,.<br />
want to win this time<br />
i need to win this time. <br />
<br />
sure ill neevr be what he expects<br />
but <br />
ive never lost beofre. <br />
i shouldnt now.<br />
<br />
what was it that troy sais<br />
"youve got nothing to lose and the reward might be greater than the risk" ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title> The potential you'll be, that you'll never see</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 21:40:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this hurts. this hurts. <br />
it hurts having to hurt a boy every so often. <br />
he's not right for me. <br />
and im not looking for perfect<br />
<br />
but. <br />
<br />
im sorry. <br />
<br />
i cant stand him. <br />
<br />
maybe. <br />
because part of me<br />
is still missin<br />
that mother fukin asshole. <br />
<br />
i hate him. i hate hi, i hate him. <br />
i hate how part of me likes him. <br />
im stupid <br />
<br />
im a whole nuch of stupid.<br />
<br />
break me;; and tear me up ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>youre too strange</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 12:32:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuckety fuck fuck.<br />
all i realy wanted was to be happy. <br />
and this sounds so emo. <br />
i wnated to find a boy to accually care about. <br />
<br />
things just dont work out my way<br />
im not ment for relationships. <br />
<br />
im meant to break heat<br />
and move on<br />
<br />
whatever. <br />
ill be fine. <br />
<br />
why he cares about me <br />
ill never know<br />
im nothing speical<br />
im nothing idffernt<br />
<br />
<br />
im like a child. <br />
<br />
when i cant have something[someone]<br />
ill want it[him]<br />
when i finally get it[him]<br />
i dont want it[him]<br />
<br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>falling star</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2005 18:53:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...<br />
im accually happy with him. <br />
wow. <br />
i hope things dnot go the way they usually do. <br />
<br />
obviously i need someone that strives for perfection. <br />
<br />
just to make me feel better. <br />
<br />
time to go all through.<br />
<br />
perfection<br />
<br />
money<br />
<br />
i need to change before school starts<br />
<br />
 i want everyone to say<br />
<br />
"woah. theres joanna" ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>surrender.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 22:46:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hwe're going out. <br />
me+johhny. <br />
i like him//<br />
i like him a lot. <br />
<3<br />
he makes me smile. <br />
<br />
<br />
kiart sill in back of my head.<br />
<br />
johhny.<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>i just want to belive</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 10:03:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ..that in the end i wont be second best. <br />
i always am ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>wasting my patience</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2005 20:43:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ haha;; i'm so lame<br />
kirat [i still cant force myself to say his name]<br />
- well long story<br />
yea; it was a joke. <br />
but it makde me smilee<br />
joe: yes. we should pick up girls tonight<br />
kirat: yesss<br />
[high five]<br />
kirat: [looks at joanna] hey joanna<br />
<br />
[sigh]<br />
im silly. <br />
<br />
but anyhooo<br />
i think i likes johnny. <br />
yes. <br />
what can i say<br />
he sure is cute<br />
and adorable<br />
and sweet<br />
and <br />
ugh<br />
untouchable.<br />
One of those boys that have girls falling for him<br />
and he wouldnt ever stick with me anyhoo<br />
bleh<br />
its all swell. <br />
it's what i get for being me. yo. <br />
the end. <br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>dark disguises</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2005 14:19:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow. <br />
he seems wonderful. like;; <br />
gorgeous. <br />
and;; sweet<br />
but i cant help feeling odd. <br />
i mean;;<br />
girls fall for him;<br />
and throw themselves at him<br />
but;;<br />
<br />
yea. <br />
yesterday was. wonderful. <br />
no;; not wonderful<br />
it was swell. <br />
i mean;; i met new people. <br />
drank. <br />
totally fell in love with "the kr3w"<br />
hookah-ed. <br />
drove around in a crowded car with him by my side. <br />
but <br />
i felt so out of place;; when - ugh<br />
something was wrong. <br />
<br />
emma gets whoever she pleases. <br />
whatever. ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>sleeping in. sleeping in.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2005 07:42:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuk you. <br />
fuk all of you. <br />
im perfectly happy with how i changed this year<br />
and it doesnt matter to anyone but me<br />
i might've screwed some things up<br />
but whatever. <br />
i'l fix them<br />
i didnt get this far to have everything roll over and die. <br />
but its the fuking determination// that i dont have<br />
i lost some confidence along the way<br />
they're just a bunch of plastic kids with fake smiles to hide their insecurities<br />
and thats what they turned me into<br />
the difference is that i could hide my insecurities much more well. <br />
but its a bunch of bullshit. <br />
i need to start all over. <br />
well;; maybe from where i left off. <br />
it'll be easier this time <br />
when you're 7 all you care about is being the prettiest and most popular girl in the world. <br />
when your 16 it doesnt change. <br />
<br />
"lets not care what anyone thinks of us"<br />
<br />
ugh. best decision ever <3 ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>write you a book</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 14:07:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ how is it that i chnaged so much<br />
i changed from being totally confident without a worry<br />
to me <br />
i mean;; its not like i choose to change<br />
troy once told me that you could either change for the better or for the worse<br />
just take a risk<br />
fuking risks<br />
they get me nowhere<br />
and when they do get me somehwere<br />
they get me in a deep hole.<br />
fukers. <br />
i remember when boys were like a project<br />
choose one<br />
and get him<br />
it was so easy<br />
but they're not projects<br />
and i feel kinda bad about the hearts i broke<br />
but i rather have my heart unbroken forver<br />
i like it that way<br />
but it breaks my heart when <br />
he wont glance at me<br />
i mean<br />
i really like him. <br />
but. im noone. <br />
im "me"<br />
<\3<br />
this hurts ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>write you a letter</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 13:23:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this sucks. <br />
it just sucks. <br />
i mean<br />
am i polish & ugly.<br />
im not emma. <br />
that must be it. <br />
): ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>a lie. a lie</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 10:15:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just kinda wish<br />
i was emma. <br />
what is it about her<br />
she's so pretty<br />
and everyone falls for her. <br />
<br />
she gets the boys;; everyone wants<br />
and just pushes them away<br />
i just wish he would kinda notice me. <br />
but thats too much to ask for. <br />
whatever. <br />
whatever. <br />
fuk. you.<br />
<br />
erik was right. <br />
ugh. <br />
i lose. <br />
lose. <br />
i just cant win<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>no photos`</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 18:40:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my journal entries were often around the subject i tried to change them around<br />
hide what i was acually trying to say<br />
enough of that<br />
i've liked him since the seonc i met him<br />
it was silly;;<br />
he was gorgeous. and girls threw themselves at him<br />
i was. <br />
me. <br />
i was deteremined. i just wanted him i just really wanted him. i cant say it was lust. because i dont think  i t was. <br />
he was the first boy i couldnt get. <br />
he was so far. he was too good. ugh. <br />
"him"<br />
and we're freinds. not best. i mean;; you cant really get over somone that easily. esspecally when you like them so much. <br />
i dont think he cared <br />
but. now i go to his best friend?<br />
what was i fuking thinking. <br />
i still like him. no doubt about it. <br />
i do. i do. i do. <br />
i like him so much. <br />
not that he cares. <br />
when erik asked if i hooked up with dan<br />
then he said "but didnt you know [name] liked you"<br />
i said no<br />
he said it again<br />
then quicly said he was kidding. <br />
with ALL my heart i was hoping he wasnt kidding. <br />
erik. i mean i look in his eyes and i pretty much only see<br />
jokes. and such<br />
but he proabbyl was kidding. <br />
he would never like me. <br />
why would he even joke around with that<br />
i know he doesnt like him<br />
according to that silly xang of his<br />
he said he liked someone so much<br />
i bet you dont know how much i wished that was me. <br />
my heart skipped a few beats<br />
and i just thought<br />
why not me. <br />
it feels so empty<br />
and im surprised how i cant even type his name here. <br />
i gues it feels<br />
ugh<br />
my own pathetic little journal<br />
no one reads it anyway<br />
<br />
i liekd him so much<br />
<|3<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
kirat<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>manipulate</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 10:00:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ no no no no. <br />
i wont let this happen again<br />
like it already did so many times <br />
"only the best" "only the best"<br />
ughh. <br />
why cant i get him<br />
he was really the first boy i couldnt get<br />
and it hurt like bitch. <br />
why. not me.<br />
i just <br />
just<br />
just<br />
envy so many people <br />
ughhh<br />
shoot me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>keep quiet</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 21:54:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok.<br />
i think i want to see what this <br />
"love" is all about. <br />
i wanna fall in love<br />
<br />
<br />
i wanna feel wonderful with someone. <br />
i see how everyone acts<br />
and i've never felt that way<br />
<br />
<br />
i asked rachie how loves feels and she said<br />
" i dunnoo how to explain it<br />
 like anything can happen<br />
 and it would all be ok.<br />
 u can go anywhere<br />
 and its fun."<br />
<br />
young and in love. <br />
yea<br />
right<br />
me.<br />
in love. :\ ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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                <title>i wrote a song</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 21:44:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i miss you. <br />
is this me speaking. <br />
me// me// me?<br />
joanna<br />
am i accually saying this?<br />
because i think i miss you.<br />
 and i think ijust realized this too late<br />
i'd take some time to thhink<br />
and ponder<br />
and you would be gone. <br />
i dont. know. what. to do. <br />
summertime<br />
is suppose to be carefree<br />
and im jeleous. <br />
no<br />
i cant go back to him<br />
because <br />
i need to drown in my jeleousy right now ]]></description>
                <author>~flyingmagictoaster</author>
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