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<title>What you have made me</title>
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<description>Just a place to leave my thoughts. Whether they are read or not! xo</description>
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<dc:creator>cute_when_i_SCREAM</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 08:26:34 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Fix Me</title>
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      She&amp;#39;s probably the most influential person that has ever been involved in my life. She had no idea how much she would grow to mean to me or how much I miss her and that is the hardest part about it. There are some things that you can&amp;#39;t tell your friends because they would think badly of you, or your mom because she&amp;#39;d be dissappointed, or your boyfriend because he wouldnt understand.. but I know I could have said those things to her. And I know I would have been loved, and understood, and helped through anything. But I have no one who is that to me now so I am alone in everything. Sometimes I think that I am almost angry at her for not taking the time to say goodbye to me individually. So I could have at least had that to remember. Had she told me that she loved me and that she would always be here for me maybe I wouldnt question it so much. But maybe she had her reasons, like trying to make it easier on me back then... I have no idea what her motives would have been. I probably...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 08:26:34 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>I Can&#039;t talk about it</title>
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      I am absolutely infatuated with a few songs by this band right now... everytime I hear this song, my eyes well up. It sums up alot of how I feel right now - however that works. Thought I&amp;#39;d share it with you.  
 
 
  
 
 
 All your twisted thoughts free flow to ever lasting memories - show soul  
 
 
 Kiss the stars with me and dread the wait for stupid calls, returning us to life  
 
 
 We say to those who are in love it can&amp;#39;t be true cause your too young. I know thats true because so long I was so in love with you - so I thought  
 
 
 A year goes by and I can&amp;#39;t talk about it.   The times were right, but I couldn&amp;#39;t talk about it  
 
 
 On my knees dimlighted room thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this im not faithless - just paranoid of getting lost - without I might lose  
 
 
 Ignorance is bliss - charish it. Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to lose believe it not. And fight the tears wth pretty smiles and lies about the time  
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<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:52:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Play Dead Dear</title>
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       The last few years, all I have been concerned about in my life is having people like me. I didn&amp;#39;t have many friends in highschool. I was overweight and depressed.. I was the &amp;quot;goth&amp;quot; (though i have ALWAYS hated that word!) girl who people seemed afraid of at times. I moved as soon as I graduated, To a city where I fit in. I had friends, boys liked me, I just became popular.   
 
 
       Even then, things in my life were spinning out of control... but nothing mattered as long as people knew my name and liked me. I began what is still an issue in my life - eating disorders. Some days I eat nothing, others I binge and purge. Most days now, I just eat once a day. Like a salad, etc. Otherwise, I feel huge.  
 
 
       This was a lot worse last summer when I was a hardcore alcoholic. I drank every night even if I had to do it alone in my room. And with not much food in my stomach, it pretty much always made for rough times. I&amp;#39;d go to work drunk/hungover - it was my...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 22:02:41 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>I&#039;m so sick - Infected with were I live....</title>
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       I don&amp;#39;t know if anyone reads these.. I just did a search for a blog site because I had to get some things out an dI have no way of doing so in the real world. I am even afraid that if I were to write in a real journal, someone would eventually find it and I would have to relive these times again, explaining them. So I&amp;#39;m here to get out a few things.  
 
 
       I&amp;#39;m sick. I knew I was sick when I met him, yet it hadn&amp;#39;t been confirmed. But.. I knew. I knew from the moment I found out he was interested in me that I wouldn&amp;#39;t be able to carry on a relationship with him because I did&amp;#39;nt want to have to tell him I was sick. Because I have way to much pride to let anyone know that I&amp;#39;m not 100% all the time.   
 
 
       Only a month into the most amazing relationship of my life, I got my confermation. So I started acting distant and I guess a little crazy. One night he had only been at my place for about an hour and he just sort of got up and was like,...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:29:51 +0100</pubDate>
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