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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:26:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:47:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Christmas List</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.forever21.com/images/large/67800346-02.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 - $5.80 - I&apos;m unsure whether I&apos;d need a Medium or a Large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.forever21.com/images/large/70374670-01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 - $5.80 - Medium or Large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=5496w_Lavender.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Apparel - $38 - Large in Lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://s.sears.com/is/image/Sears/999000VP38163011&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.textually.org/tv/archives/images/set3/4278666.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.teaviews.com/images/category/Teavana.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruity tea from Teavana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.chroniclebooks.com/images/items/9780811/9780811870948/9780811870948_large.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chroniclebooks.com/index/main,book-info/store,books/products_id,8216/title,The-Indie-Rock-Coloring-Book/&quot;&gt;indie coloring book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku23urEPsC1qzarjxo1_500.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:36:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s all moving up from here</title>
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  <description>I just like to hang out. Even though I can respect others decisions to not do illegal things or whatever, I do not want you to criticize me for my decisions. I can do whatever I want. I know people only care or whatever. But still, if my decisions do not get in the way of my personality or relationships, you being against it shouldn&apos;t either. I am no different than I was a year ago. I am still me no matter what I am putting into my body.&lt;br /&gt;But let&apos;s just put it out there that some people can be completely idiotic about these decisions. I am not. I am responsible. Okay, I get it, you think these decisions themselves are irresponsible but let&apos;s figure this out. If I were 21, would you still have an issue with it? Why don&apos;t you criticize all those 21+ people who get wasted every other day and can&apos;t remember what they&apos;ve done in the past 24 hours. My age means nothing to me so, it shouldn&apos;t mean anything to you either. I am handling this much better than people my own age and those older than me. Not everyone but, a good amount. &lt;br /&gt;So for the record, I&apos;m happy with what I&apos;m doing, what I&apos;m being given the opportunity to do, the decisions I&apos;m making, and the decisions I will make in the future.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:55:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Every time you get grounded I get upset. Because I know you have spent so much more time with her. And I know even though you&apos;re grounded, you find ways to spend more time with her. But you don&apos;t find ways to spend time with me, who is always willing to hang out. Also, even if you don&apos;t get grounded for doing illegal things, I know you&apos;re doing enough illegal things that you deserve to get grounded for. There are so many things I need to tell you. My other friend thinks I&apos;m ruining my life, she feels the way I feel about you. It&apos;s funny, but I think I&apos;m going to start getting into doing more things... a year later. Although we&apos;ll never leave each other, we have had way too many temporary lapses in our friendship. I do not want this. I just want to be your friend again. That&apos;s all I&apos;ve wanted for the past year, but you&apos;re impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 04:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m a senior. No, school hasn&apos;t started yet but this is it. I don&apos;t care if everyone else isn&apos;t excited or is scared to leave. I&apos;m so damn ready. No, I don&apos;t hate my home or my family. I&apos;m just ready, I&apos;ve been ready for so long. Maybe it&apos;ll hit me differently when graduation roles along (May 17th, 2010) but as for now, I&apos;m so anxious. I have quite the school year ahead of me. A lot of tough classes and some easy ones. And to think I still haven&apos;t done any of my summer work yet, still lazy guys. Since my brother decided to help me decide on what I want to do/ what college I want to go to, it looks like I might very well end up with him at RPI. I wouldn&apos;t hate that but it just doesn&apos;t feel right to me. I thought I&apos;d have to really good gut-feeling about the college I decided on and just be really pleased about the whole things but, this doesn&apos;t feel right. Once again, maybe I&apos;ll feel differently later on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 11:54:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have some serious things to say about how I am crazy, have OCD, and am utterly terrified of change (which includes commitment). Honestly, I don&apos;t feel like any of these things have destroyed my life or even weakened my personality one bit but I&apos;m starting to think others think differently. Yes, I&apos;m sabotaging this &quot;relationship&quot; we have. I know, I know. But I&apos;m scared. I&apos;ve always been scared. You know I&apos;ve always been scared. I can never describe why I feel the way I do but, that&apos;s just the way I am. I don&apos;t even know what else to say or, how to make things better. I know what you want but, I am incapable of giving it to you. I could sound so much more angry but, I&apos;m not. I&apos;m just empty and have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 19:53:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Another summer update:&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my hair blond!&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Had many pictures taken of me.&lt;br /&gt;Played lacrosse with Hon outside of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to a temple today so that can be added to the list as well I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Things I haven&apos;t done:&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Fixed my bike.&lt;br /&gt;Make bank.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 01:20:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so tired of this. IS IT NOT OBVIOUS THAT I&apos;M NOT LIKE THIS?! It&apos;s obvious to me. I&apos;m so frustrated and upset. I don&apos;t understand why people take low-blows when fighting. What the shit is that about?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:29:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Despite the fact I got this (&lt;a href=&quot;http://beckybearhug.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;http://beckybearhug.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;), I&apos;ll most likely still post everything meaningful here. Because I loveeee my livejournal. [:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there won&apos;t be much to say throughout summer anyway.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 23:28:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Do work</title>
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  <description>Let&apos;s get serious, no one likes work. Sometimes though, I really love spending time at work. Sometimes, the people are real funny and just a pleasure to be around. I mean, we all hate it there and we all go through the same things. Also, we all love to complain about our below-par coworkers. We&apos;re all just people in similar situations so we can all hang out. It&apos;s crazy how that works and how I will always love some of the people I have/do work with.&lt;br /&gt;Plus lately, I&apos;ve been working three days a week which means I&apos;m making bank. Great because I have to pay my mom for all the car insurance that I haven&apos;t paid in months. I paid off my Lollapalooza ticket! &lt;br /&gt;I have my best friend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking really, really great.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 05:14:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things that I&apos;ve done</title>
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  <description>So far this summer:&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with my best friend &amp; spent that time outside&lt;br /&gt;Thrifting&lt;br /&gt;Seen many movies&lt;br /&gt;Gone out to eat multiple times&lt;br /&gt;Gone to Chicago/ the Art Institute&lt;br /&gt;Made money</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 03:01:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>good advice</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 06:28:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello little boys, little toys</title>
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  <description>Boys are so cute. It&apos;s so nice when they go out of their way to try and talk to you. Even though throughout the entire conversation, I know they&apos;re trying to holler. It&apos;s just so flattering. So even if I&apos;m not interested, I&apos;ll continue talking. I don&apos;t see any harm in it if I warn them that I&apos;m bad news beforehand. It&apos;s their choice, not mine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 19:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Soothsayer</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;think the more I listen, the better I realize The Mars Volta is. I really need to start downloading and listening to new, great music. It&apos;s been a while since I&amp;nbsp;heard something that really blew my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my entire weekend (starting today) is only going to consist of working and sleeping. How very, very uneventful. Supposedly I&apos;m going to Chicago with my brother, his girlfriend and, his friends on Monday. So that should be reasonably exciting. I just want to do as much as possible before I&apos;ve started summer school.&lt;br /&gt;Current things to start: Working out, Summer reading books.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 02:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>We all use &apos;growing up&apos; as our excuse as to why we do illegal things. I&amp;nbsp;guess things are illegal for a reason but, some things are so much fun. I&amp;nbsp;wish I could be reckless without being illegal or harming my body. I&amp;nbsp;mean, I&amp;nbsp;know it&apos;s possible I&amp;nbsp;just don&apos;t know how to follow through with my desires. Seriously guys, I&amp;nbsp;want to try new things this summer and I want to spend lots of time with lots of exciting people. I guess it&apos;s about time I make a to do list that I&amp;nbsp;will constantly be updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summer 2009:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thrifting (especially in Chicago)&lt;br /&gt;-Visiting Chicago as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;-Picnics in forests/fields&lt;br /&gt;-Pimp my bike, leading to many bike rides&lt;br /&gt;-Road Trip, no matter how close the destination&lt;br /&gt;-Camp out in my car with a friend&lt;br /&gt;-Many beach visits, both the Dunes and Chicago beaches&lt;br /&gt;-Breakfast once a month (at least) with Hon, this is one of many goals we have this summer&lt;br /&gt;-Don&apos;t waste every single day of summer sitting around being lazy&lt;br /&gt;-Be creative, as in paint or something often&lt;br /&gt;-Spend time with people that I&apos;ve been meaning to spend more time with&lt;br /&gt;-Look really nice all the time&lt;br /&gt;-Dye my hair blond, finally&lt;br /&gt;-Take many pictures to remember this summer forever&lt;br /&gt;-Spend as much time as possible outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 03:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Empty Apartment</title>
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  <description>I always get so pissed when people don&apos;t update their blogs religiously but then I realized that I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t do that either.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t talked about a big issue currently going on in my life but, I guess it&apos;s about time I say a little something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my best friend to a drug. Okay Jessica, I know you don&apos;t know this but I don&apos;t refer to you as my friend Jes, my bestfriend Jes, or even just my bestfriend. In conversation I only refer to you as my &amp;quot;stoner best friend.&amp;quot; Seriously. I remember at one point I said my &amp;quot;ex-stoner best friend&amp;quot; but we all know that didn&apos;t last long. That&apos;s the way I deal with my frustration, being a dick about things. I honestly can&apos;t help it. I talked to Hon in-depth about this situation and I just kept saying, &amp;quot;I&apos;m not mad, I swear, I&apos;m just so hurt... so very, very hurt.&amp;quot; It&apos;s hard to even explain what happened because I&apos;m not really even sure. I just know that she started hitting it again, hard. Despite the fact that I&apos;m completely aware of the fact that people are constantly changing, I&amp;nbsp;refuse to accept this. One person should not change that much in one month. The beginning month is what I&apos;m referring to. Although that didn&apos;t change our friendship then, WE DIDN&apos;T TALK. In case you forgot, what happened recently was exactly what happened in the beginning. I&apos;m sorry I&apos;m not as &apos;exciting&apos; as your other friends but, I would never want to be like that. I just always thought we could still be friends through all of this and you would keep that part of your life separate from our friendship, I guess that&apos;s what happened and since it was your entire life our friendship temporarily didn&apos;t exist. I always sided with Chris because he had your best interests in mind. The thing that really gets me though is that you would quit for him in a heartbeat but months of me trying to get you to stop didn&apos;t even phase you. Your first love has a greater affect over you than your best friend of six years. But once again, not angry just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re completely right, I&apos;m so disappointed. I don&apos;t want to change who you are, I just want my best friend back. I don&apos;t even know what else to talk to you about anymore because that&apos;s all you&apos;ve been doing for months on end and I can&apos;t relate to that. I don&apos;t want to get fucked up on the beach; I just want to walk around on the beach and take pictures with my best friend. I don&apos;t want to burn cruise; I just want to cruise around town listening to sweet indie music with my best friend. I don&apos;t want to sneak around my best friend&apos;s room and blow smoke out the window; I&amp;nbsp;want to sit on my best friend&apos;s bed and watch cute little films. Most of all, I don&apos;t want to have an inconsistent friendship with my best friend but, I want to be my best friend&apos;s world again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 03:17:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Tom Sawyer</title>
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  <description>I started writing this blog but livejournal was stupid and deleted it. It pretty much discussed about how terrible I am at casual conversation and how, Erik is the one who made me realize that. It&apos;s only because he&apos;s the only friend I see often but never REALLY talk to. I&apos;m just so bad at trying to think of something good to say in the 15 seconds I see a person so, sorry in advance. I&amp;nbsp;still love you all as friends no matter how disinterested I seem.&lt;br /&gt;Colorado in less than 24 hours. I&apos;m so excited to get away and really enjoy myself. I&apos;ve been needing that. Also, I am so serious about this whole hanging out thing. I realize I always have to make plans because typically when someone asks me to do something I&apos;m either working or busy or just too lazy to make an effort to see them. My bad, I know. So I&apos;ve made a promise to myself to start planning more hang out time with everyone. IT IS TIME!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 20:05:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>On another note,</title>
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  <description>I was considering starting Round 2. Maybe I&apos;ll be completely successful this time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 19:57:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Summer Skin</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;have so many plans for the summer but I&amp;nbsp;know I&apos;m going to end up not wanting to do anything most of the time. It&apos;s not even here yet and I miss it. I know I&apos;ll end summer wishing I&amp;nbsp;could have it all back. The warm air, the friends, the music, the lack of clothing. I want it all. I want to go to the beach all the time too and take pictures and be around people who know how to have a good time. I actually want to have nice WHOLESOME hangout times. I don&apos;t want to be let down by my friends. I guess I&apos;ll just make a note to start initiating hangout time from now on. Try not to find me too pushy guys.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 02:42:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am a Pirate, You are a Princess</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m angry, I&apos;m just so angry. More than anything though, I&apos;m hurt. I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t felt this bad since 7th grade and at that time I cried so hard. I feel like I&amp;nbsp;have no control over this and there&apos;s nothing I&amp;nbsp;could do to make it better. I&amp;nbsp;also won&apos;t specifically confront the situation because it can&apos;t be solved. I&apos;ll just complain to someone else and try to heal the wound. I hope you know, I just hope you are aware. Aware of the fact that I&amp;nbsp;am so fucking hurt right now. &lt;strong&gt;So fucking hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 00:21:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This is how I&amp;nbsp;felt in 7th grade when I had to decide between two of you. Except the roles are reversed this time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 02:20:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Strange Uncles From Abroad</title>
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  <description>We&apos;ve all been busy, really busy. I&apos;ve been procrastinating, really procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just keep counting down.. two more weeks and I&apos;m done, I&amp;nbsp;won&apos;t care about any more school-related things. Then I&apos;m going to Colorado. I miss that part of my family. It&apos;ll be so nice to get away and breath that fresh, mountain air. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting that summer school has the ability to ruin my summer. Also, I have no money because I&apos;m never working which means I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t buy gas which means I can&apos;t go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I got a Saturday detention for showing mid-drift, I guess I&apos;m a slut all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I&apos;m getting inducted into the National Honors Society tomorrow night. Hooray to being rewarded for being a slacker, I&apos;m so proud of myself.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 01:53:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I thought it was about time I mentioned this discussion I had with Erik. Despite the fact that he didn&apos;t say much about it, he said something I&amp;nbsp;had never thought about before. Me:&amp;nbsp;We don&apos;t care anything. Erik: That&apos;s the thing, we do care, just about different things. It&apos;s the kids who care about nothing who are fucking up their lives.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s really the best point I&amp;nbsp;have ever heard anyone make. Mostly because it meant a lot to me personally. All these years I&apos;ve been told that I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t care about anything and I&apos;ve went along with that idea. But see, I do care. I don&apos;t care about all that meaningless drama and stuff but, I&amp;nbsp;do care about being safe and having fun and having a good life. Those are important things that a lot of people don&apos;t actually care about. &lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s really all I had to say, my life has changed a bit I suppose.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 01:16:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Love, don&apos;t cry</title>
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  <description>For some reason I felt it was necessary to talk about how emotional I am. I&amp;nbsp;also feel it necessary to mention that I&amp;nbsp;have one of those bursting feelings again. Love means nothing to me, unless it&apos;s the kind of non-romantic love that is a big part of my life. I&apos;m one of those girls who get angry at the idea of teenage love and people (and myself) will always say &amp;quot;maybe it&apos;s just because you haven&apos;t experienced it yet.&amp;quot; You&apos;re so right guys, you&apos;re so right. It&apos;s just because I&apos;m never top priority. Even when they do feel any sort of attraction to me, I blow them off because I&apos;m scared. That&apos;s all it comes down to. My girl-oriented, heart-bursting emotions have never overcome my emotion of fear. Maybe the shortness of breath is caused by this fear and not because of lust. Maybe. Or maybe I just can&apos;t stand the fact that I really want to have a companion, someone to kick it with. That&apos;s all I want. I don&apos;t want someone to take control of my emotions and my mind and be a person that I cannot survive unless I&apos;m with every second of the day. &lt;strong&gt;I just want someone to kick it with. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say but, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t. I&amp;nbsp;cannot put my thoughts into words and ramble all day about this inconvenience brought upon my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 18:48:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wishful Thinking</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;keep wanting to say something but, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t think of anything. It&apos;s spring break and, I&apos;m getting out as much as I possibly can. I&apos;ll drive anywhere with anyone as long as it leads me to a good time. Sitting in a car looking for something to do seems somewhat better than sitting at my home looking for something to do. I&apos;m anxious to have good times and I really wish it were warm so that I&amp;nbsp;could start going to the beach. Oh yeah, I&apos;ll take you all to the beach too.</description>
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