<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>

<rss version="2.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule">
    <channel>
        <title>deviantART: by:xxxDelphiexxx</title>
        <link>http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:xxxDelphiexxx&amp;section=today</link>
        <description>deviantART RSS for by:xxxDelphiexxx</description>
        <language>en-us</language>
        <copyright>Copyright 2009, deviantART.com</copyright>

        <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 02:12:05 PST</pubDate>        
        <generator>deviantART.com</generator>
        <docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs>
        <atom:icon>http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png</atom:icon>
        <atom:link href="http://backend.deviantart.com/rss.xml?q=by%3AxxxDelphiexxx&amp;type=journal" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
                  <item>
                <title>i love jasmine i love jasmine ooh lala!</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/5507874/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/5507874/</guid>
                <pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 02:42:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I DO WHAT I WANT!<br />
&hearts;<br />
i love jasmine.<br />
i dont love you, or you, or you or you.<br />
i never didddddddd.<br />
and your vaginas ugly.<br />
and jasmines greatttttttttt.<br />
woo.<br />
i feel like dancing. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>hey guys</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2473514/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2473514/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2004 21:59:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ check this out <br />
<br />
<a href="http://profile.myspace.com/users/3925905">[link]</a><br />
<br />
woo. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>lol</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2301791/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2301791/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2004 10:36:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ random questions 101<br />
<br />
If some one sneezes in the bathroom.  and you hear them. do you say bless  you? <br />
<br />
lol what if there taking a shit? and  they start thinking your hearing them  squirt? ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>http://delphiestock.deviantart.com</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2249572/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2249572/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2004 14:54:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sex questions 101<br />
<br />
 Just a random question. where do you  put your gum when your giving head to a  guy or girl? <br />
<br />
<br />
-lol this is for real, im just  wondering. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>cause we lost it all,</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2200614/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2200614/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2004 14:46:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My parents gave me an easter basket for  easter. arn't they the sweetest parents  youve ever met. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
stock <a href="http://delphiestock.deviantart.com">[link]</a> stock ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>grrr</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2176149/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2176149/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2004 01:39:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ people bug me that think they can tell  you what your doing is wrong just  because they did it and stopped. if you  have a problem with what i do. and if  your telling me im putting this picture  on devart for attention. then why the  hell do you put pictures on dev art. so  people can ignore them? i dont think so  you stupisdflsafjksa;fjk.<br />
<br />
i cut. for attention. from myself. from  whoever will give it to me.<br />
because im alone.<br />
<br />
you sent that picture of you. or your  art. for attention. from whoever will  give it to you.<br />
because your alone.<br />
<br />
either way. were both in the same boat.  you just think im in the wrong.<br />
<br />
how dare you. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>damn..</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2157184/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/2157184/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 12:12:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i was at a carnival and got ripped off  for $30 D= that $30 took me hours and  hours of work around my house to make  cleaning, sweeping, dishes, dog stuff,  trimming the bushes. it took me hours  after school every day and it was  taken. some guy said if i gave him $30  and won he would give me an xbox or  ps2... i said alright... i made one and  missed the last one. he was surprised  because he SHOWED ME HOW TO WIN, and he  showed me exactly what to do. AND HE  EVEN LET ME PRACTICE 3 TIMES. and i won  those 3 and when money was on the line  i lost it all. all that hard work. just  because i cant be an asshole and walk  away from someone whos talking to me,  and i cant turn people down. he felt  bad though and gave me a cute little  stuffed animal that was very soft. then  me and john went to cyberzone. he was  laughing at me but its cool. i guess  its karma for what i did.. ill probably  get an hour of karma for every minute  that you cry. oh well john told  everyone about the incident at  cyberzone and everyone there laughed. i  had to keep my pride so i gave the  stuffed animal to this 'extremely' cute  girl that is there. she blushed and  said thank you.. and that was that ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>I got stock!</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1971666/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1971666/</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2004 00:29:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i made a stock account for all you.  stock manipulating bastards.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://delphiestock.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
gogogo <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>Guess what</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1886399/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1886399/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2004 23:56:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the concert rocked. thats all i have to  say. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>Leave me alone. . .</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1868876/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1868876/</guid>
                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2004 20:02:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dont feel like talking to anyone  right now. in person. on the phone.  online. or here.. just leave me be.  nothing happend. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>wow</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1861987/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1861987/</guid>
                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 15:42:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1000 page views in one month. SWEET! <br />
<br />
who was my 1000th view?<br />
<br />
free drawing of there choice. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>Late night</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1858890/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1858890/</guid>
                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 01:09:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ staying up late talking with my  favorite artist sadistboo <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
i just drew 4. of the ugliest wall  papers in the dark art section.<br />
im to tired to be drawing.<br />
when im tired. everything looks so  cool.<br />
<br />
i better stop. before people get  annoyed.<br />
<br />
oops. i have school in 4 hours. i  should get some sleep.<br />
<br />
night peoples. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>What bothers me</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1851168/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1851168/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2004 17:40:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ countless times i read someones  writings. and every time its something  about cutting it contains the phrases  'i cut to feel something' 'i cut to  release' 'blah blah blah' why is  everyone using these phrases that they  see other people use? and forge them  and say they do it for the same exact  reason. i dont know why this bothers  me? maybe because ive been seeing it  for years. its nothing new...  and if  alot of you want to argue with me about  this. and blah blah its how you feel.  go ahead. im not good at arguing. and i  really didn't state a good argument  with this cause i dont feel like  spending alot of time on it perfecting  it.<br />
<br />
make your own phrase. ill start.<br />
<br />
I slice my arms for my own self-love.  not because i hate the world. and the  worlds not good enough. not because i  have a hard life. not because of  anything. i just like to love myself<br />
<br />
i cut myself, for me.<br />
<br />
its my love. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1844977/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1844977/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2004 14:48:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY  VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY VALENTINES DAY     HAPPY VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY  VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY VALENTINES DAY     HAPPY VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY  VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY VALENTINES DAY     HAPPY VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY  VALENTINES DAY    HAPPY VALENTINES DAY     HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>good times</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1800518/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1800518/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2004 19:31:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its almost my birthday guys. weee <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>And then</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1775542/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1775542/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2004 02:18:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and then.. she just walked out ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>The perfect.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1742267/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1742267/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2004 23:05:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The Perfect Girl<br />
<br />
1.Hair color-orange and black<br />
<br />
2.Eye color-orange<br />
<br />
3.Height-5'5<br />
<br />
4.Long or short hair-longggg<br />
<br />
5.Glasses-if there sexy on her.<br />
<br />
6.Piercings- if there sexy on her.<br />
<br />
7.Scars-arm<br />
<br />
8.Eyebrows-nicely trim<br />
<br />
9.Six pack- indeed<br />
<br />
10.Big, medium, or small boobs- uhm. C <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
11.Big butt or little- dont matter they  wont let me touch it anyway<br />
<br />
12.Thin, curvy, or thick- whats this?  hair? thick.<br />
<br />
13.Straight, gap, or braces-braces are  cute actually.<br />
<br />
14.Funny or serious-can there be a girl  with both? maybe the perfect one..<br />
<br />
15.Party or stay at home- woo party  hardy with me<br />
<br />
16.Should she know how to cook or bake-  woo both<br />
<br />
17.Should she have a best friend- yes.  one that is totally random.<br />
<br />
18.Should she have had a lot of  boyfriends- what the. this is my  girlfriend. lol<br />
<br />
19.Outgoing or shy-shy is cute.<br />
<br />
20.Sarcastic or sincere-sincere<br />
<br />
21.Would she be a smoker?-mmm no.<br />
<br />
22.Would she drink?-occasionally <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
23.Would she swear?-always<br />
<br />
24.Popular or not-populars cool i guess<br />
<br />
25.Smart or average-smart makes me  happy<br />
<br />
26.Would she wear makeup- honestly.  makeup makes girls sexier i dont care  who it is.<br />
<br />
27.Shows or hides her feelings-little  of both<br />
<br />
28.Virgin or not-not.<br />
<br />
29.Talkative or quiet-both make me  happy<br />
<br />
30.Will she make the first moves-thats  my job<br />
<br />
31.Sexy or casual clothes-depends on  the occasion, i dont want her dressing  sexy to paintball lol<br />
<br />
32.Happy-go-lucky or thoughtful-  thoughtful<br />
<br />
33.Does she listen to your type of  music?-yes<br />
<br />
34.Would you hang out with her  friends?-yes<br />
<br />
35.Would she hang out with yours?-yes<br />
<br />
36.Softball-nope<br />
<br />
37.Soccer-nope<br />
<br />
38.Basketball-nope<br />
<br />
39.Snowboard-hell yes<br />
<br />
40.Surf-nope<br />
<br />
41.Would she like to watch football or  any sports?-yes<br />
<br />
42.Skateboard-yes<br />
<br />
43.Sing-yes<br />
<br />
44.Play guitar-nope<br />
<br />
45.Play drums-no.<br />
<br />
46.Play piano-maybe<br />
<br />
47.Writes her own music-yes<br />
<br />
48.Paint, draw, sculpt-all<br />
<br />
49.Dance- yes<br />
<br />
50.How old is she-a billion. and  forever lives. so that when i die.  maybe one day i can pass my perfect  wife down to another just like me.its  just good lookin out.<br />
<br />
51.What would her name be?-the  sweetest and most soothing name to say.  something that just naturally fits  her.something exotic that you can say  with ease. something you dont have to  repeat to a stranger 12kajillion times.  a name that sparkles in her eyes as you  say it.a name. that is so perfect.  theres no possibly way to spell it. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>raaaaawr.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1715829/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1715829/</guid>
                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2004 00:12:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ if you want to take a ride inside of  me. just read the small passage below  and you will know what i go through  when im sitting there thinking quietly  by myself.<br />
<br />
<br />
as i ride into a dark night to the  fiery edges of my inner soul. i  expected replies to my questions. i  wanted an answer. as i ride into the  night the air gets thicker to breathe.  and my life seems to vanish right from  my fingertips, yet i search on. black  dust is whirlwinding around twisting  and turning whipping my clothes around  and pulling my hair. i put my arm up   to protect my face from thousands of  needle sharp grains of black sand  crashing into every inch of my skin. i  got off my horse that wasn't as crazy  as me and it darted off into the  blackness of whirl winding needles  being thrown everywhere. i began my  chants murming under my breath and  drawing a huge symbol that represented  me into the dark black sands. a liquid  of pure white light filled into the  symbol and the wind began to die down.  i stood quickly waiting.. not expecting  what was to come but that it had a  purpose. the black sand exploded away  from the symbol and disappeared into  mountains around me. i looked at the  symbol that was now solid gold on the  floor. i walked hesitantly towards the  golden mirrage and waited. the piercing  white light that had started it all  shot into me filling every part of me.  i collapsed the feeling was so intense  shaking and balling up on the  glistening white floor. twitching,  shaking, and moaning i screamed for an  answer. the pain vacated my body and  let me live. it was defense for  whatever was next i suppose. i yelled  into the symbol. why are we here?!... a  few minutes later i grew impatient. i  slammed my fist on the symbol almost  breaking my hand. i cried and screamed  and grew histerical. i just want an  answer you piece of shittttttttt. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>I feel so guilty.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1698938/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1698938/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2004 03:52:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i .. i wrote something on my board. <br />
i feel so guilty. <br />
what have i done.<br />
it disappeared from the board.<br />
but its still written inside of me.<br />
what do i do. <br />
i feel so guilty. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>heeeee.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1696194/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1696194/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2004 15:34:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm excited. Sanaz is helping me get a  job. HEEEEEEE. I tried on my own for a  long time but nothing came. I guess im  getting a lucky break, not many of  those have I seen.  <br />
<br />
I finally got through to <u>her.</u> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />.<br />
<br />
I made peace with Ramy. So glad were  cool again.<br />
<br />
I make Angie upset alot. I don't know  why.. <br />
<br />
My dad grounded me for getting lost.  Good game.<br />
<br />
Maybe if I was allowed out I could  learn where everything is.<br />
<br />
lalala.<br />
<br />
Frozen bubbles of ecstacy flowing in my  veins.<br />
Happiness running covering up my soul.<br />
Bubbles of love running to my brain.<br />
Frozen bubbles of love filling my  holes.<br />
<br />
Cold love of ecstacy filling me up  completely<br />
Forcing the emptiness into a small void  inside of me.<br />
Dropping my entire body one hundred  degree's.<br />
Frozen bubbles of ecstacy make me go  weeeeeeeeeeeee.<br />
<br />
random. =/ ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>That looked fun.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1684960/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1684960/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2004 12:57:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh how i watched the bubbling drain-o  dissipate.<br />
eating away at all the organic things  that lay inside.<br />
Oh how i longed for an ounce of such a  chemical reaction<br />
to slide inside my organic throat  bubbling and dissipating.<br />
<br />
Such a death sounded Oh so sweet.<br />
to let it roam inside my deafeated,  incompleted body.<br />
Oh what so sounds of the tastiest  treat.<br />
Letting the smoke burst from my face  and letting it sink lower.<br />
<br />
Letting it digest my entire body as if  it was lava.<br />
letting it taste my ever so sour  insides, and feeling it love me<br />
it loves me and it wanted every part of  me<br />
it wanted to taste everything i had to  give it.<br />
<br />
putting a pinch of it into each of my  eyes and feeling the dry powder explode<br />
explode into flames it felt like. but  only smoke was appearing.<br />
burning and eating away at all of my  flesh. always wanting more.<br />
slitting my arms and legs with a dull  steak knife.<br />
<br />
I put the drain-o inside of the cuts  that scream with delight.<br />
i let it eat. as much as it wants. i  wanted it to be a happy sight.<br />
cutting holes into the bottom of my  feet. and pouring some drain-o inside  those holes too.<br />
feeling my feet tingle with love.  wondering if it will ever be satisfied.<br />
<br />
i poked my stomach with a small tack.  causing it to bleed ever so lightly.<br />
the blood was dark. the darkest of  dark. an evil dark red. that came from  within<br />
i put a pinch in that. and watched it  rip my skin apart. bleeding extremely<br />
i watched it rip the hole untill i  could see my intestines. and i poured  the rest<br />
<br />
I filled my chest as if i was  possessed.<br />
i was obsessed with the request for an  ounce more.<br />
i guess the drain-o was unimpressed<br />
now i can rest... ever so depressed. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>I missed school today</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1650321/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1650321/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 20:16:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I didn't go to school today.. because  we were having a party in french.  everyone was gunna bring in food and we  were all gunna party. so whats so bad  about that you say? i cant eat anything  dairy. even if i have a little  ingredient of dairy. i will get sick  such as whey or lactose etc. and if you  have ever read ingredients its in  almost everything. <br />
<br />
One day many years ago. when i was a  small child around 6 or 7. It was  during summer when the sky was blue the  air was so hot it felt as if you were  walking through a waterfall of fire and  the sun was bright so bright if you  were inside to long the moment you  stepped outside your eyes squeezed  tightly to keep the light from seaping  into your pupils.Anyways my birth  parents were in a hurry one morning  running around the house brushing hair  taking showers eating breakfast when i  awoke.. i went downstairs and ate my  breakfast. 2 scrambled eggs and  pancakes.. they were in such a hurry  they forgot to say goodbye to me. or  they didn't want to. after i finished  eating i finished off my milk. i always  save the drink for last cause its  easier to eat more food when you dont  drink.. i walked back to my room.. i  went inside and got silent when i sat  down on my chair it had a brown desk  infront of it with a stack of really  thick paper the paper was so thick it  had a yellow tint to it.. i grabbed a  sheet and opened the desk drawer and  pulled out a pencil i began to draw  things things that did not have names.  things that didn't exist... but then i  got creative and i threw away the piece  of paper.. i grabbed a fresh new sheet  and bent it in half and creased its  crisp edges. i began to imagine all the  possibilities.. i thought of a way i  could impress my parents when they  returned from there hard day of work..  i made a paper airplane for the first  time.. it was boxy the wings were short  and stubby the body hung lower then the  wings length but it was a start. i  threw it softly and it spung in a  circle and crashed into the floor. i  made another. bigger wings smaller  body. i kept this up untill i had the  perfect design for an airplane. a'las i  had it. the perfect airplane. i threw  it softly it glided threw the air and  did a loop and came back to my hands. i  waited.. i waited for my parents to  return. i was so happy i had did it. i  created a paper airplane and i couldn't  wait to show them. my dad got home and  walked in the door i was so excited i  couldn't contain it inside my flesh. i  was shaking with excitement i yelled "  DAD DAD LOOK! " and i threw the plane as  hard as i could the plane went straight  down towards the floor. and at the last  second it SWOOPED up skimming the floor  and rocketed up into the air and  crashed into my dads eye.. i said i was  sorry but as i was saying it he was  running towards me with his fist high  in the air... thats all i can remember  i woke up a short times later laying in  bed with a busted lip and dried blood  on my cheek.. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>You know whats sad?</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1648742/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1648742/</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2004 14:54:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If you spend time thinking about this.  you will be totally devastated. Because  as a child..<br />
<br />
"I was punished for accidents. " Â©lp<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
Think about when you were a kid. how  many times you spilled the milk. or  dropped food. or forgot to do  something. think about how many times  you through a paper airplane and hit  your dad in the eye. how many times you  through the football and it wasn't  close to him so he gave up and went  inside. imagine all the times you  started losing in roller hockey with  your dad on your team and how angry he  got at you like it was all your fault.  imagine all the times he said your an  idiot because you dont know what your  doing so leave it alone. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>Ive noticed some things.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1645622/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1645622/</guid>
                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2004 21:17:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have noticed. that a couple of  people. have stolen my journals. and  reworded them to there own liking.  Thats not very nice and i do not take  kindly to such an act. That was very  foul of you miss. please dont let it  happen again. <br />
<br />
So about 3 years ago. I started this  game of hide and go seek with my  friends. they were kinda weird, they  always dressed in white with big white  jackets, kinda weird because i live in  vegas, and its very very hot. I always  went to there house to play.. usually  we all sat in one big white room. (i  think they liked white alot) and the  walls had funny pads. I guess they  tripped alot and needed something to  break there fall Ha. Then one time they  started wrestling me cause i was  showing them how to shiver and shake  and twitch and roll around and go  crazy, like i saw this one guy do. and  they were wresting me and tackling me.  They lost, i got away ha ha.they gave  me funny pills and injections that made  me feel woooooooooooooosy. heeeee. they  were great they were like my family.  except not as mean and crazy. One time  they had me draw a person for them.. so  i drew them a person. and they looked  at it like i was going to die in 5  minutes. kinda freaky. they sent me  home without a treat. and ive been home  ever since. ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>My life at home is a hard one.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1631293/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1631293/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2004 23:56:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have you ever been asked to do  something in the cold?<br />
would you lose money you already earned  if you didn't?<br />
<br />
Have you ever raked the front and back  yard of all the leaves in the cold?<br />
did you get a splinter that penetrated  the skin?<br />
<br />
Have you tried to pull out a splinter  with icy cold hands?<br />
did your hands bleed with anger, but  you had to go on?<br />
<br />
Have you ever reached into piles and  piles of crispy ice cold brown and  golden leaves as they sliced and cut  your skin slightly just enough to cause  it to bleed down to your finger tips?<br />
did you not have a jacket or gloves to  keep you warm?<br />
<br />
Have you paused not because you were  tired but to try and warm up your hands  to regain some feeling by placing them  in your icy cold pants?<br />
did you have someone constantly telling  you to hurry up?<br />
<br />
Have you ever went to blow warm air on  your cupped frozen hands, and your  hands froze your almost warm lips?<br />
did your nose feel numb and hurt when  you tried to sniff a breath of air?<br />
<br />
Have you ever had someone who is never  satisfied no matter how hard you try?<br />
did you have to live with him your  whole life?<br />
<br />
Have you ever had someone that doesn't  respect an effort. but only accepts  perfection?<br />
did you know that i could work for  hours. and he will still find something  messed up?<br />
<br />
Have you ever tried to just do  everything and exactly the way they  tell you<br />
did you know my parents would still  want more?<br />
<br />
Have you ever just tried to hide in  your room, and been asked to do more  work. when your were finally getting  some warmth back in your body?<br />
did you know.. that i have? ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
          <item>
                <title>I wish i had somewhere to go to.</title>
                <link>http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1626829/</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xxxDelphiexxx.deviantart.com/journal/1626829/</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2004 02:57:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cant give everything away... i cant  always be your slave. i wont always do  your work. but this is how he brought  me up. this is the life i come from.  now  i do it to myself. i dont know  why. its what i was raised to do..  slave for people.. and i do. all the  time. ill work and work for people and  its not like i can just stop.. its how  i was trained to be for 16 years.. now  i do it on my own. slave for people.. i  dont know if this is a good thing? if  this makes me a good person? or if this  will make people pitty me? i was  trained to work for people for no  reason by my guardians. but i dont know  if this bugs me because. i do it on my  own.. without even realising it. kinda  sad.. i guess.<br />
<br />
i spent alot of my childhood stuck in  my room.. i would get in trouble for  everything.. i wasn't a crazy maniac  kid. its because my parents wouldn't  let anything slide. they expected me to  be a perfect full grown adult when i  was born. they expected me never to  spill the milk they expected me not to  throw up on carpet. they expected me to  know how to get a job and make money.  they expected me to take care of  myself... they expected me to know  everything.. and if i had to ask them  something they would tell me "figure it  out". after awhile i just got use to  being in the house. so much that i  didn't like being outside.. even if i  was allowed to. till about 9th grade i  was in my room and on the computer.. of  course i went to school but school only  lasted me 6 hours. the rest was at home  dealing with a hard life.  i remembered  i got my first hug. from a girl my age  in 9th grade from a girl named Sierra..  i blushed violently but no one noticed.  it felt like my faced exploded, i dont  know why. <br />
<br />
ive expierenced alot of things these  past few years, things i never would  have if i didn't meet john.. he started  helping me leave the house.. making me  go places, movies, park, etc. then i  started leaving the house on a regular  basis.. i think my parents were glad,  though they would never take me  anywhere.. john got his licence and now  we go everywhere together. no im not  gay. he has a girlfriend named kaylene  and i have a girlfriend named ANGELA.  shes the best. angela happends to be my  first real girl friend.. shes the first  girl i kissed, shes my first  everything.. <br />
<br />
i use to be extremely shy, but im kinda  getting over that, i can talk to  strangers like its nothing almost,  sometimes ill get an attack of it but  its all good.. i think my parents are  helping me become someone. a person who  can live in this harsh ass world. some  one who can depend on themselves.  someone who can "go figure it all out" if  i had to. there not bad people. they  just gave me a pretty fucked up  childhood. and im starting to thank  them for it. not because i can sit and  BITCH about it. but because i can grow  from it. im not like a spoiled person  that wont know what to do if their pen  breaks in school. or if there computer  stops working.. i know how to do  everything on my own.<br />
<br />
im not asking for pitty, so dont go to  comment and tell me your sorry. i would  rather have a friend. some one i can  talk to about the present. and not the  past. someone who will listen. someone  who is "interesting" because i can not  stand boring people. i need some one  who will keep me entertained. feel  loved. and respect me. if your some one  who gives me dirty looks because i cut  then go away. i dont need those people  right now.<br />
<br />
sorry this is kind of long. well..  really long. but im sure if you read it  to this. you must have thought i was  interesting. and was glad i had so much  to read about me? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xxxDelphiexxx</author>
            </item>
    </channel>
</rss>