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                <title>Coooonnntesssttt</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:57:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yo! My English teacher wants me to enter a poetry contest. I have to submit three poems, do you guys think you could pick your favorite three? that would be most helpful =]]<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>kicked</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 18:38:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel like you kicked me in the face. I really dont think time could have done anything to prevent this. No matter how long it was. i had to be replaced eventually, and no matter if it was now or a year from now it would still hurt to see that you no longer consider me a "top friend". i guess i was mistaken when i thought we were still close. i guess i really am just sex to you. sorry for the misconception.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Teachers</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 20:07:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everyone has someone in their life who does not have a degree in teaching, but still manages to teach them something, or at least make them think beyond their comfort levels. More often than not this person is both hated and respected. My teacher makes me so uncomfortable to the point where I want to walk away and never see him again. But out of respect and caring what he thinks of me as a person, I don't. I detest how he can make feel. How next to him I feel like the most insignificant person ever. But, I look forward to conversations with him and I'm constantly trying to prove my worth to him. At the same time I don't want to appear stupid, questions are never out of line. Of course, all these conversations are online and our relationship is bare minimum face to face. He makes me look at myself not through myself and question things I do, he forces me to think things through and over all relax. I can't help but respect him because he's teaching me about life. As much as I hate the uncomfortable questions, I love talking to him, and respect the progress I've made because of him. He influences my writing, giving me tips on how to improve. As an aspiring writer, this makes above everything else. Especially when his tips work and a piece comes out better than I could ever have expected. But still, you have to wonder why life through them into your path and why they become so important to you.<br />
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Theyre still the most intensely frustrating individuals.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Home?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:50:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Every day that passes I feel further and further from home. How can I sit in this chair and use this keyboard look at the wall paper that's been here for nearly 17 years and feel like I don't belong. I've never felt emptier than when I'm trapped here. This place is eating my soul. It's killing me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>go away</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 03:50:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ nerrrrrrggggg... *curls up in fetal position and poofs out of existance* i hate everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>War</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:36:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I support our troops. I do not support our president. I support a war that has a cause, not a lie. I respect our troops, they are far braver than I'll ever be. I'll tell you what I do not support about the armed forces.<br />
<br />
I do not support tearing families apart. I do not support that next funeral I have to attend 20 years too early. I do not support losing people I care about. I admire your courage in entering the armed forces, but it will still hurt when you die. I do not support the draft. Any draft, for anything. Let the willing fight. Don't tell me I don't support our troops. Because I do. I do not support the presdient. <br />
I understand that we can never take troops out of Iraq, for fear of another dictator. Another threat. I understand that. And yes, maybe we did have to take Saddam out of power, because he was in fact a threat. But, we do not need to keep the number of troops we have over there, over there. Get it to the point where we can keep minimal amount of troops over there to maintain a semi functional government. But let the people run their own damn country. Just make sure another fucker isnt coming to power. That's all, we could even just have intelligence over there to keep an eye on things and a few soldiers to let the people know we're watching so don;t so anything stupid. But this fucking war... we don't need to be involved. If Iraq qants to tear itself apart and blow itself off the face of the planet, that is not a concern of ours. Clean up your own house before you go over and start harping on the Smith's cleaning habits, bitch. Duh. How about you work on getting us out of debt. How about we improve the roads, get some more signs out there so people stop getting hit by trains. How about we crack down on DUIs and decrease the number of people who die due to alcohal. How about we focus on the poverty levels in america before we go trying to fix someone else's government. How about we stop corruption in the fucking white house for Pete's sake. Stop the lying stop the appointment of old time friends who are unqualified for the job. How about we stop out vice president from shooting people. How about we stop politicians being corrupt. How about we clean up a few parks. How about we look at how much CO2 we're putting in the atmosphere. You're so worried about global warming? do something to fix it. Start at home. We don't really need to be out and about trying to save the world. Yea we're america, we're a superpower, we can do anything. Don't look now Clark Kent, but there's a fucking piece of Kryptonite wedged between your ribs and it's killing you. GAH. I hate people. Don't try to tell me what I think. I may not agree with you... but that doesn't mean I'm wrong or completely against you. so FUCK OFF<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Floating</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 08:11:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok... soo.... I miss him.. thats natural right? It's okay. Right? I mean he was such a big part of my life for so long it's only natural that I miss him. The good thing is.. I haven't spoken to him in a week.. well not directly... that's got to count for something.. yea? I don't know. I mean I'll be good for a day or two and then something will make me think of him and I'm bombarded with memories. And every time I go to recount something recent.. He's in it... because for 6 months of my life I saw him basically everyday... you can't escape that very easily. It's not something you just let go. Even the last nine months of my life he's affected cuz he was part of the last three months, he was the reason the last three months were so miserable so when I have to tell people why... well there he is again. I mean... it's not as hard as I thought it would be... because all i have to do is think of all the times he's hurt me over the past three months and I can go "Okay.. he's not good for me... don't talk to him." But it's still difficult. I still want to talk to him every now and then and those once every so often urges are just as hard to resist as the frequent everyday oppressive needs to call him. They still suck. no matter what I do. It's just not as frequent. Which is progress I suppose... because i don't miss him every second of everyday. just an hour or so every few days. <br />
<br />
CUPCAKE! I need a hug =[<br />
<br />
gah *bangs head against desk*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thanks</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 18:59:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'd just like to say I love all my friends. Everyone who's ever been there for me.<br />
<br />
Be proud of me I'm finally growing a backbone... or leg bones. I'm finally walking away. Timing is everything. I'll let you know when I'm free...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I've decided...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:04:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I suck at life. My resolve completely fell apart when I thought I was going to lose him. Because... well basically I'm addicted to him. The very thought of being near him is enough to get me through till the next time I see him. But... It's not fair. He's getting what he wants but I'm failing miserably. I mean, he doesn't want a relationship, but he likes being with me. He likes this complicated mess that we're in. Why? I have no idea. He doesn't want to commit. But I want a commitment. But I am just so pathetic that I will do anything to keep him in my life. What's wrong with me? I know love is supposed to make you irrational... but this is ridiculous. And why isn't he affected like this? I feel like he's using me for sex. I'm really hoping he's not. Cuz then I'll be pissed. -.- Please goddess don't let him be using me.  <br />
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Nothing's okay.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Rules of life</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 11:50:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rule #121 If you're going it cry, don't do it with your glasses on. You get crap all over them and then they're a bitch to clean.<br />
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Rule #134 You know how they say walking away has more dignity, don't walk, run. If you walk you'll be tempted to turn around and say goodbye. Run like your life depends on it. <br />
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Rule #5 Don't believe anything he says. Ever.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Separation Anxiety</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 19:28:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, so... Someone says "I'll talk to you tomorrow." One can conclude that this means they will call you... yes? One does one think when said caller does not in fact call you? Or how about.... you call them and your phone loses connection and then they don't call you back. What? And you've been calling all week, just wanting to say fucking Hi and they never pick up the phone. What would you think? Would you be hurt, confused, anxious? What am I supposed to think? <br />
I really really hate not talking to him. I really hate when he doesn't respond to me at all. I really hate these one minute conversations. I really hate waiting for my phone to ring and then it never does. I hate trying to plan my weekends around $12 so i can go see him. I hate not knowing if I'll be able to see him. I hate looking at other guys and going he's cool... i guess... but he's not him. I hate being in love with someone so unpredictable. I hate that he is so uncommunicative , that he demands to know my thoughts on the subject and that when i ask him to return the fucking favor he refuses. I hate that we're in this mind blowingly complicated situation when it could really be quite simple. I wish he would make a fucking commitment. If YOU REALLY FUCKING LOVE ME THE WAY YOU SAY YOU DO A FUCKING COMMITMENT SHOULDN'T BE SO FUCKING HARD! I try to keep him up to date  I try to talk to him even when he avoids the situation. HE says he wants me around but he doesn't fucking ACT LIKE IT. <br />
Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Did i make a mistake when I thought you were telling the truth when you said you loved me. Does the huge hug I get when I see you mean something else? Do the I miss yous and the I want you heres have a different meaning. I really hope you aren't using me. Because you're putting a lot of fucking effort in if you're acting. I don't want to get hurt again. Please just talk to me. I've asked it before and I don't know what else to say to you.<br />
You said you didn't want to lose me. Well get your act together or you just might. Because I'm getting really sick of all this angst. I really hate being angry. And you are not helping. Could you just please talk to me. <br />
If I were to walk away... would you follow? I'm getting close. And as much as it will hurt me to walk away, because despite myself I do love you, if you love me the way you say you do, you won't let me. And if you do, it'll just hurt you more. <br />
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Ring dammit.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 09:16:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My eyes lock with his and we begin the race, hand in hand. We hurtle through time, smiles, laughter, hugs, kisses, and Kodak moments. We pass through soft, cuddling days and fast, wild nights. Our hearts are racing at a million miles an hours, thereÂs no slowing down. WeÂre flying towards an end that we canÂt even see, with our smiles bright and our hands tightly entwined, thereÂs no stopping us. The finish line looms ahead, but IÂm too focused on him to notice. I feel him pulling ahead slightly; I canÂt comprehend why weÂre not in time any more. When we sprint across, the camera captures the moment forever. A shocked, crushed expression forever carved on my face just as my foot touches the other side, half a second after he does. He finished first, but no one won.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 20:08:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ have you ever wanted something so bad it hurts? have you ever had such a perfect day that you actually cry when its over? have you ever wished that for once someone would keep their promise?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>bad idea</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 18:49:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ reading eclipse was PROBABLY a bad idea. >.<<br />
</3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:49:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ things are finally looking up? maaaayybee... do i dare be happy?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>philly</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 17:04:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i think he's my brand of heroine. while he's around im fine. but then as soon as he's gone *falls, hits ground, breaks a little more* im fine, i swear. but... grr i miss him. ergh. i wish i coulda spent more time there.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>*growl*</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:22:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck<br />
fuck<br />
fuck<br />
fuck<br />
fuck<br />
*bangs head on wall*<br />
grrrr<br />
I just want to curl up in a ball<br />
I want the world to go away<br />
I want my mind to melt<br />
I want to burn him out of my head<br />
I don't care if it destroys me<br />
I'm already destroyed <br />
There's not much more damage for him to do<br />
So just throw me in the fire<br />
Turn me to ash<br />
Let me give up<br />
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no thats not a poem. just a random string of thoughts<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>torture</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 09:59:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ why do i feel the need to torture myself? like i burned everything he GAVE me (sort of) but i still have little reminders scattered around my house. and every so often ill just take one out and stare at it. and it doesnt help that he's always present in my thoughts. like math homework, dishwasher, JAY, work, my moms a bitch, JAY, take out trash, JAY... so on and so forth. its the worst at night when im trying to sleep. i dont get the intermittent regular day thoughts. its just random memories and they just EAT me. life hates me. like not in a "put her on the hit list" way. but enough that it just wants to fuck with me, cuz it can. he broke every promise he ever made to me. gr. i want a hug.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>go away</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 08:56:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here's an idea<br />
Get off my back<br />
I don't want to talk<br />
You've said enough<br />
I'm doing as much as I can<br />
Just let me get settled<br />
You always want to plan months in advanced<br />
I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow<br />
I know what I have to do<br />
So let me do it please?<br />
You don't seem to understand<br />
How thin I'm stretched<br />
Just for you<br />
How about this<br />
You let me do everything I have planned for now<br />
And the we'll talk<br />
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how bout my mom just shuts up and backs off<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Safety pins</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:01:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my mom wont let me get a real lip ring, so im wearing a fake right now. but its wearing a hole in my lip... so im thinking of going out and buying a real one and just shoving a safety pin through my lip... yees?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>scared</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:03:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i was always so afraid of losing him. i always thought life was just fucking with me. he always reassured me that he wasnt going anywhere. and then he did. i dont know what to do. i want to talk to him. but if im ever going to get over him i need to not talk to him at least for a month. but i dont know if i can do it. FUCKKKKKK. i need to move on. and im holding onto the past. and its not helping. i love talking to him. i love our conversations. but when i do talk to him its like we're together again. and it doesnt work. as soon as i hang up the phone everything collapses on me again. reality hits hard. and it sucks. i couldnt take being beaten down anymore. i had to do it. i had to cut him off. at least while i got my feet back under me. i PROMISE i will start talking to him again. i promise. because i cant go forever without talking to him. i just wish i knew what to do. what was right. goddamnit. i want to make him feel better. i want everything to be okay. but i dont know how to make everything okay. i want him to be happy. but i cant sacrifice my health so he can be happy. but in the big picture. ill go back to talking to him. we might even be friends again. but right now i cant take it. i just need time. why cant i say this to him? why doesnt he get it when i explain it. i need someone to tell him so that he gets it. tell him i will be talking to him again. just because i care about him so much. and im selfish and never speaking to him again would kill me. 3 months is a long time. but thats the maximum. i'll probably wind up talking to him in two weeks.  can things just please be okay? please<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>fuck</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 14:27:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate my life<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>liar liar</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:05:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate liars. what did i ever do to you? did i do something to deserve being hurt again? why would you tell me something like that? do i want to believe you? i dont know whos telling the truth because there are only two people who know the truth and both of you have differnet stories. i want him to be telling the truth, because i know she's been trying to get into his pants for about 4 months. and while he says it fianlly did happen, he says after we broke up and she says for the whole month of august. ... i dotn knwo wha tto say. is she just being a bitch and trying to make me hate him. or is he trying to protect me by not telling me the truth. i dont know who to believe. what do i do? i hate her.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i get the feeling...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 20:13:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i kind of feel like he just doesnt care anymore. i don't know if it's because i havent really talked to him or if in the few brief moments i have talked to him my instincts are right and he just doesnt care. i just miss him so much, and i wish i knew how he felt. but he doesnt call me. and i always wind up calling him and i feel like im being an obsessive ex and i hate it. AHHH FUCK! i hate that he can do this to me. fuck this. im going to go fucking do something else. fuck *is mad*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>ok</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 03:49:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so... yea. im getting really frustrated with the world right now. no exact reason i just am. >.< can i just sleep for the next week?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>gr</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:29:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ people need to stop telling me what to do. cuz im seriously getting very tired of it. fuck. you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:29:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ow<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>say anything lyrics</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 12:40:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sugar pie honey bunch, <br />
sugar pie honey bunch <br />
i don't want to lose you<br />
i dont want to lose you<br />
i cant help myself<br />
love you and nobody else<br />
nobody else will do<br />
<br />
yea... about that...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>single</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:23:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ boys are confusing. even the smart ones do things that make you go "what?" i dunno. *confusterated*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>only my ears are ringing</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 15:38:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i keep waiting for my phone to ring. i keep waiting to see his name on my screen. i want to pick up the phone and have him yell April Fools! I love you! or i want to wake up and have this just be a really long really bad dream. I miss him. why isnt everything okay?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>help</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 19:27:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ screaming draws attention. but i need to release this bubble inside me. the one thats growing and suffocating me. The on that hurts so bad only more pain can distract it.  memories are my razor blades. Why is physical pain less painful than emotional. i want to rip myself apart. i hate this. i hate curling up on m bed and doing nothing, but honestly thats all i can do. I hate questions.<br />
<br />
Mom: How was the party?<br />
<br />
Me: Fine<br />
<br />
Mom: Did something happen?<br />
<br />
Me: No<br />
<br />
Mom: Are you in a bad mood?<br />
<br />
Me: Yes<br />
<br />
Mom: why are you in a bad mood?<br />
<br />
Me: cuz<br />
<br />
youd think the one word answers would be enough to tell her i really dont want to talk to her right now. actually theres only really one person i want to talk to. of course, he's currently unavailable to play counselor cuz HES THE SOURCE OF MY PAIN. i hate saying that too. pain. im not in pain. im hurting. im sore. im dysfunctional at the moment. but only because i miss him. i miss calling him. i miss my hugs. I miss his warmth. i miss his voice most of all. i miss the comfort i was always able to draw from it. i want it now. but what would i say? *frustrated* what am i doing?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Dumped</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:38:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so being dumped sucks. it really does. i really dont know what to do with myself. i dont want to be alone, but i dont want to do anything. my friends are trying to help and i commend their efforts, but im getting really tired of "are you okay?" and a sad look. but, i dont want to be alone or idle and i dont want to do anything. so im stuck. people bother me, but theyre the only way to really get my mind off of him. i dont know what im doing anymore. i wish i at least had a clue. so im just stumbling along trying to keep myself from falling, cuz right now i dont want your help getting back up.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>I'mmm gonna stab someone</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 13:54:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm SO bored. this is kinda sad. I can't think of anyone i want to hang out with but im BORED out of my mind. siiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is useless i thought it would distract me but it's not. back to staring at the ceiling doing absolutely nothing.  wee....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>*poof sparkle sparkle*</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 10:43:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Stolen Shadows<br />
<br />
Hidden from view<br />
The black, the dark, the you<br />
A side I don't see<br />
A side you hide from me<br />
Poisoned from the past<br />
How long will this last?<br />
<br />
uMMMMM... yea<br />
I have no idea. I'm in pain, my mom is a bitch. I hate people. *implodes*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>We're on top of the world</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:00:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lalalalalala<br />
so yesterday basically... rocked....actually... the last 72 hours have been over all pretty good with a few bumps in the road. (basically being dehydrated at work and almost passing out...) Anyway.... it started with Jay's graduation. He's officially a high school graduate =]. EEEEEE! So proud. Anyway. I got to see some embarrassing  pictures of him and it was really cute ^.^. Then I had a dream about baby ducks and they were really cute too. But in between the dream and graduation we had convinced my mom to let him sleep over. (Woohoo!) So we were cuddled up on the floor and my parents were like "Okay Emily time to go to bed, we're going upstairs." And Jay was like "Just come back downstairs after they go to bed." So I meant to, but then I fell asleep.... So at like 2 o clock in the morning I wake up and go "Oh yea... Jay's here. Yay." So I went and cuddled with him, blah blah blah, went back upstairs only to have him wake me up at 8 30 and have us curled up in bed for the next 4 hours. It was wonderful. Then I saw him again later that day we saw Ocean's 13 with Jenny and Rob and it was good. Then I saw him after work and we saw Surf's Up and it was really cute and made me really happy. And I woke up really happy this morning and today was really good.  EEEEE. And I'm going to see him in a few hours (Hopefully, if my mom goes to bed. GO TO BED!)<br />
-.-<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/glomp.gif" width="47" height="20" alt=":glomp:" title="Glomp!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Trial and Error</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 19:11:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The world needs to make some sense. Other wise we'd fall apart in a mass cyclone of chaos. But the whole world shouldn't be governed by opposing forces. SOmethings should go hand in hand. Some things shouldnt go together at all. But they shouldnt cause a violent reaction. They should be like oil and water. dont mix them. But they can exist in the same glass peacfully. the water doesnt explode on contact with the oil. The water understands control. it understands that two things can exist peacefully with a substance it doesnt mix with. but instead. my life seems to be full of baking powder and vinegar. everything is just exploding and making a mess out of everything. JUST CHILL OUT! get over it. i dont care about your reputation. I dont care about mine. Let him run his mouth. he doesnt know what the fuck hes talking about. you dont know if hes even talking. just let it go. youll be free of him in 8 days. just dont tear me apart. <br />
and you. STOP BEING SO DAMN VAGUE! give me a fucking straight answer. dont dance around. talk to me. dont give me this emo i have no friends crap. yes you do! shut the fuck up. stop poking him with your stick. stop trying to instigate something youre not trying obviously but youre poking at me which in turn pokes at him which will get you hurt. and i do care about you so DONT TRY IT! im not trying to get punched in the face for you. but you know if some violent reaction does happen. you can bet that im going to be in the middle of it. GAH<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
PEOPLE SUCK<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>sooo basically</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 10:01:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im bored... but really happy... cuz jays coming over woohoo. and that smiley makes me laugh....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>so anyway</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 10:17:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ umm... i cant wait for the school year to be over. well... the year went very fast... like really fast. especially the past 3 months. i kind of dont want to be a junior but i dont want to be a sophomore anymore. i also want to get out of school. i hope my summer doesnt go as fast as this school year.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 17:31:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ goddamn it. why the hell is everyone on the goddamn planet so irritating? I hate them all. I can't deal with your shit anymore. I can't deal with babysitting kids older than me. I cant deal with all the bitching that goes on around me. I cant deal with taking orders. I cant deal with focusing on "the most important thing of my teenaged years" I cant deal with people wanting me to explain myself. I cant deal with lack of sleep. I cant deal with pain. I cant deal with expectations. I cant deal with the goals set for me. I cant figure out what everyone wants from me. I cant deal with saying something I dont believe in because its what you want to hear. That doesnt help. If you dont like my advice then stop asking for it. If you dont like my response stop telling me what to do. Stop trying to get me to live the way you live. Stop trying to make me conform to your standards. Yes I have values but ttheyre different from yours. Stop waiting for me to fall apaprt. I dont need you to pick up the pieces. Dont see how far you can push me . I will push back and you wont like it. Stop asking me if Im lying. I wouldnt lie to you. Stop needing me to tell you everything. You dont need to know everything. Stop prying. If I wanted you to know what Im doing I would tell you. I will tell you as it comes up and when I have complete details. Im not going to give you a half of a thought. OK just give me time to piece it together.  Ihave to know what Im talking about before I can tell you whats going on, because if I dont even knowwhat the problem is how the fuck are you going to help? Stop telling me what to do every second of every day. Ok? Im 16 I can handle most every day necessities . I f im tired. Let me sleep. If Im sick, let me rest. I will do everything you asked me to but Im not going to do it now. If you see me on the verge of tears, let it go. You know I hate crying. Let me pull myself together before you start taking that tone with me. I can deal with you reprimanding me. Just give me a minute. If i seem frustrated. its because i am. so leave me alone? ok thank you. If i start to rant jyst sit there and listen. dont get worked up. be happy im opening up to you at all. If i didnt desperately need advice i wouldnt turn to you at all. Just let me handle things my way. I can keep everyone else happy while dealing with my problems. If I explode every now and then just step back and let me get a grip. You cant fight my battles for me. You cant win everything. Let me win once in a while. Yes i know youre invincible. but you make me feel inferior. is that necessary? Stop being so fucking immature. Take some responsibility. I know you can. Ive seen you. KNow where the line is. Ive drawn it very clearly. Just let me deal. leave me alone. Ill handle it.<br />
<br />
sorry for the typos. just needed to rant.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>1000 rules of life</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 20:29:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ #998: Never leave home without a sharpie<br />
#999: You will always find a use for duct tape<br />
#467: If it's bigger than you... move.<br />
#282: always remember the napkin you write lists/reminders on.<br />
<br />
i will write this. but i need suggestions!!!!! help?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>The World</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:29:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Close my eyes<br />
give them a rest from this hell<br />
Blind me from the putrid lies<br />
Pretend that I am well<br />
Build a wall<br />
to shut it all out<br />
to avoid a fatal fall<br />
to contain my frustrated shout<br />
The things I see<br />
the betrayal the hate<br />
makes me want to turn and flee<br />
from this world that we can never seem to satiate<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Forget Me Not</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2007 14:45:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've started the process. I'm just tired of dealing with this shit. Having one person in your life that you really trust and know you can tell anything really does help. =] Any way, I removed all traces of Grant from my room today, chucked them... so now... yea =]<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Him</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 17:11:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its a bad thing if I cant stop thinking about him right? Its especially bad if I can't stop thinking about him even when I'm talking to my boyfriend, right? Whats wrong with me? Why can't I forget Grant? Why won't he just get the fuck out of my life? ARGH *frustration*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>still screaming</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 20:26:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ he STILL makes me want to scream and tear my face off....<br />
<br />
what?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Emotional Spikes</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:00:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Im pretty sure these random mood swings arent healthy. i'll be completely miserable for all of 6 hours then ill be bouncing off the walls. wtf? damn being a teenaged girl. XP<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Tired</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:10:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ugh. im sooo tired. i cant fucking stand school. its way too early, way too dull, and way too demanding. it applies too much stress. and my friends arent helping. i was really happy for a few weeks there but im scared im starting to slip back into depression. im trying to fight it but all the confusion is starting to overwhelm me again. i cant think and i cant talk. i just... wish... i need spring break so bad. id like to fall apart now<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Chick Flicks</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 17:41:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, a truly GOOD chick flick can make even the most depressed person smile. They rock. I'm in love. I feel all Jenny inside (Jenny- adj.- warm and fuzzy to the touch.) not that you would want to touch my insides. unless your a certain someone. ^_^<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>Dear Dad</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 17:06:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear Dad,<br />
I scream the words<br />
Only in my head, of course<br />
A million things I have to say to you<br />
But I won't say them<br />
They tear at my throat<br />
Desperate to get out<br />
Tears prick my eyes<br />
Anger rises up in my throat<br />
I hang on to my calm silence<br />
One more minute<br />
Then I can leave<br />
Stand, walk away slowly<br />
Don't respond, keep walking<br />
Click, snap, on<br />
Underneath the music I scream<br />
I say everything that I should have said<br />
I let the tears fall<br />
I let myself fall apart<br />
I lose control for those brief 3 minutes<br />
Then pick myself back up<br />
I don't want to talk to you<br />
So, just leave me alone<br />
Thanks<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>living hell</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 22:33:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fuck. Ergh. I dont get it. I'm having the nightmares again and i dont know why. i mean im happier than ive been in a long time. i used to get them because i was depressed. you guys saw it. so now that things are going so damn well how the hell can i be getting them? i dont get it. theyve turned me into an insomniac. i am actually afraid to go to sleep because i cant face what lies on the other side of my mind. i cant deal with it. and i eventually have to go to sleep because if i dont i stop functioning. what the fuck? i dont understand i hate this. i cant stand it. i would really like to go to sleep but i bloody cant. and i dont even understand these god awful nightmares. isnt your unconscious mind trying to tell you something? well it could be a little moerobvious either that or im just stupid. AHHHHHHHHH! it doesnt help that these stupid nightmares take place in school. somewhere where im demanded to spend fucking 7 plus hours 5 days out of 7. then i have to come home to my irritating as fuck parents. who dont want me talking to the one person that actually makes my life worth it. *radiates anger* i mean im not saying that my life is bad. because really i have it quite good and i have the oppurtunty to go places. BUT IM STILL ALLOWED TO BE PISSED OFF. so just shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>grounded</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 13:05:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ siiigh. so yea. got caught. oops. grounded for a month. pretty reasonable. ummm.... yea. it would have worked if I had been home on time. thanks jay. XP anyway. im trapped in my house for a month. which isnt too bad i suppose. im gonna be in italy for 10 of those days. =]]]] so yea. dododododo... bored<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>weekend</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 18:09:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i cant wait for this weekend. its gonna rock soooo much. im dying my hair, going shopping with 3 of my best friends, going to a party at my bfs house, having my own lil party. mmmhmmm. the only thing that could ruin it is this GOD DAMN TERM PAPER! (bite me, supe)<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>PMS</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 18:56:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ gotta love it. *sarcasm* this week will suck soooo much. fuck it.<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>prom.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 15:52:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ woot. lol. ok so totally in love with a few of these dresses (some of them are more reasonable than others. let me know what you think of them k?<br />
<br />
woohoo: <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.metrofashion.net/uima/im_corsets01.jpg&imgrefurl=http://promdresses.metrofashion.com/&h=250&w=200&sz=26&hl=en&start=3&tbnid=ySrC4DKwo4qZ8M:&tbnh=111&tbnw=89&amp">[link]</a><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />rev=/images%3Fq%3Ddresses%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN<br />
<br />
*drool*:<br />
<a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.metrofashion.net/uima/im_corsets01.jpg&imgrefurl=http://promdresses.metrofashion.com/&h=250&w=200&sz=26&hl=en&start=3&tbnid=ySrC4DKwo4qZ8M:&tbnh=111&tbnw=89&amp">[link]</a><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />rev=/images%3Fq%3Ddresses%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN<br />
<br />
completely irrational, but i still love it: <br />
<a href="http://www.promgirl.net/promdress.html">[link]</a><br />
<br />
cuuuute:<br />
<a href="http://www.therosedress.com/dresses/lv/LV6161.html">[link]</a><br />
<br />
reddddd:<br />
<a href="http://www.dressesonline.com/proddetail.cfm?CFID=14328004&CFTOKEN=18579874&ItemID=725&CategoryID=3">[link]</a><br />
<br />
pretty (also unreasonable):<br />
<a href="http://www.onlygowns.com/purchase/productdetail.asp?cgmain=102&cgsub=117&amp">[link]</a><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />rodid=468<br />
<br />
still unreasonable:<br />
<a href="http://edressme.com/dresses10749.html">[link]</a><br />
<br />
teehee<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>happy</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:12:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ really really really happy. cuz yesterday was perfect.  dodododo. i slept in till 10 30 my boyfriend met my parents (and they liked him) spent the afternoon with him met his family, and theyre cool. came home listened to music for 2 hours, sar made warffles and i went to bed at 9 o clock. it could not have been better. =]]]]] <br />
now lets hope that he doesnt evaporate and i realize i was dreaming.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>open minded?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:24:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hardly. My mom's getting weirded out by my Wicca. And probably supportive. Probably because I've never really done anything with it until now. Not like openly where she could see it at least. I mean I say a prayer and I've done a few rituals. But I was printing out some runes this morning and she looked at them like WTF? and i told her they were runes and she's like what for? I'm like "Wicca." and she gave me a weird look and walked away shaking her head =[ Just because she's a scientist raised on Christianity -.-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>v day</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 12:47:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dont like it. but thats just me. hope everyone else has a better one than i did. =]<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>explantions</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 19:17:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Um, to explain the previous entry:<br />
They may have gotten back together. (they broke up for a little while there) of course i refused to get my hopes up for exactly this reason. i think i may be giving up on guys for the time being. wish me luck.<br />
~zomb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>repeat after me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 18:39:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i will not let this bother me. i will not let this bother me. i will not let this bother me. i will not let this bother me...<br />
why does it bother me?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>cold</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:00:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just feel like walking until i cant feel my limbs or face. until i have to turn around. until i just want to sit down and never get up. just screw it<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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                <title>parts</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:37:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ part of a poem that i dont feel like writing<br />
<br />
The swirling emotions tears me apart<br />
I can't help but use classic images<br />
The cliches of pain and hurt<br />
They are the only words I know<br />
To describe the hate I feel towards them<br />
I can't help but cast my eyes to the ground<br />
As I walk past and feel eyes upon me<br />
My head pounds with unshed tears<br />
And I focus on walking as a distraction<br />
I put as many bodies between them and myself<br />
as I can; I'm not running away<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~yellow-stickie-note</author>
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