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  <title>Just put your hands on me</title>
  <subtitle>Love Love Love</subtitle>
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    <name>We belong</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-27T07:37:59Z</updated>
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    <title>I am</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T07:37:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T07:37:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>screaming</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you know.... you're just as guilty as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;so why do you open your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should keep it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy all this. &lt;br /&gt;Its so enthralling&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad person, I'm a good person.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:151583</id>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2009-04-12T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-12T08:24:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-12T08:24:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today Maile and I were on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to two different parks.&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed a bunch of applications&lt;br /&gt;We were stalked.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stared [cause she's really pretty]&lt;br /&gt;We ran into 2 douchebags&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night we were sitting in Borders &amp;amp; looking at the post secret book and then there are two guys staring at us through the glass window. They waved and we waved back laughing. Its funny you know?&lt;br /&gt;Then they were standing there smoking a cigarette staring at us still.&lt;br /&gt;They were waving for us to come outside &amp;amp; we never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend &amp;amp; I have a tendency to flee in the other direction when it comes to guys. Why do I have to be so shy?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maile &amp;amp; Jon are cute together. I'm really happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously believe I'm still paying for what I have done 6 years ago.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:150887</id>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2009-04-01T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T20:32:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T20:32:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate gal stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn them to hell.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:150472</id>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2009-03-27T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T05:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-28T05:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the lengths we'll go just to spite one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll befriend who ever I want, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do not care about their history or their reputation&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say you're any better than them anyhow?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:150024</id>
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    <title>i have a migraine</title>
    <published>2009-03-26T01:50:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-26T01:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I cannot fully express myself on here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you constantly keeping tabs on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let others live their lives just as they are. I do not call you out when you're being a hypocrite and I do not remind you that you're being indecisive or a contradiction. Why? Because I know people change their minds. So maybe you should oh, I don't know... keep your mouth shut? You're not one to talk. As a matter of fact, you shouldn't even give out advice because it's as good as listening to someone speaking another language. A language you do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, my life is not gossip for you and your ridiculous friends. But I find it flattering that you care so much. Is your life not dramatic enough for you? Well, actually you do remind me a lot of a soap opera character. Haha, I guess you need to get involved in everything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:149190</id>
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    <title>For everyone to see</title>
    <published>2009-03-15T02:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-15T02:30:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will shine my light on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:148680</id>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2009-03-09T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-09T19:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-09T19:43:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cinematic Orchestra</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Midterms.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous as shit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper due today as well and I'm just about to write it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate doing things at the last minute but at the same time, i just work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get ready so when it's time to leave I can just run out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I talked to a friend from the 6th grade and she's been moving everywhere and finally coming back to Las Vegas. I'm pretty excited. She won't come back til June but thats okay. She's going to school in Washington right now and finishing up those classes then getting a transfer to CSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sixth Sense is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I have found ways to avoid getting distracted. I'm super exciiited OH! and B12 vitamins taste like BOO-FOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end message.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:148270</id>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2009-03-03T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T08:41:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T08:41:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jessicuh Simpsoooon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:147340</id>
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    <title>Good morning... and good evening</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T08:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T08:31:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Today I had a sudden burst of energy. All right it wasn't &amp;quot;too&amp;quot; sudden. I actually took this multivitamin and just felt lifted. I must be lacking nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Laundry&lt;br /&gt;Dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Joseph Addison [1672-1719]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:140602</id>
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    <title>Black &amp; White</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T05:02:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-12T05:02:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is full of vivid colors and sometimes its nothing but black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Colors seem to be our emotions&lt;br /&gt;And there are so many colors and so many feelings that appear in everyone's life&lt;br /&gt;Each day there seems to be a difference because its not always the same, though some routines might be, regardless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the contrast between black and white is quite similar to the difference between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And our morals sums up the &amp;quot;gray area&amp;quot; because its uncertain and at times just our beliefs (or opinions).&lt;br /&gt;Just like the issue between evolution and religion&lt;br /&gt;One is based more upon scientific studies &amp;amp; facts while the other is based upon beliefs. We choose to believe or we just read all the results that are given to us which is easily supported.&lt;br /&gt;Its a choice we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday our choices affect us and everyone around in reach.&lt;br /&gt;We could benefit or we can stumble and even then.. when a person makes a choice that could cause another person to stumble, WE as the person that may possibly fall MAKE that choice to get back up or catch ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot constantly point the finger and blame others for our own despair because at the end of the day you have to ask yourself &amp;quot;What did I do change it? What could have I done to avoid how I feel?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human, not perfect beings but highly capable of solving problems. If we can make fire from rocks or sticks; what can't we conquer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all individuals and handle situations differently but there is a right and a wrong way to go about certain things. You can yell at the top of your lungs or you can keep quiet and just DO something about whatever it is you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;Our morals keep us from doing things we could possibly regret and setting any form of standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors; whether its blue, yellow, red or green and even black, white or gray in many aspects it can portray our lives, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, white or gray ...are the boldest colors of our everyday life even if they seem dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm not feeling so cryptic</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:129945</id>
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    <title>My only Sunshine</title>
    <published>2008-08-12T02:35:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-12T02:35:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bury Your Head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess the joke is on you. &lt;br /&gt;I'm something else. And I'm glad at least one of my friends knows it. &lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day with my mom and after that Travito.</content>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2008-01-10T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T06:33:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T07:11:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">:]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:114409</id>
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    <title>Horoscope</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T05:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T05:00:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b class="yastshdotxt"&gt;Quickie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Words are getting around that shouldn't be getting around. Secrets will be spilled.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b class="yastshdotxt"&gt;Overview:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You enjoy hanging onto a few harmless secrets, just to spice up your interior life. There's one floating around right now that is keeping a big smile on your face no matter what else is going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only guess.. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarcasm]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pr0venwr0ng:110620</id>
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    <title>fhgjhghjhgjgh</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T04:41:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T04:41:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's only ONE person who knows about you from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;And they just so happen to be the only one who understands;&amp;nbsp; I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I SUPPOSED to be seen as heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am vulnerable, yes I can take care of myself..&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I'm invincible as much as I would like to be.</content>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2007-10-11T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T08:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T08:34:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Watching rachael watch Conan O'Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1:28 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are starting to click into place.&lt;br /&gt;you know... as if it hadn't changed at all.&lt;br /&gt;there was no seperation and no unsaid words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The period Rachael and I stopped talking didn't seem to really happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminds me of the time I fell for someone I had never met before.&lt;br /&gt;The only greeting I was given was his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only greeting...</content>
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    <title>GOOD NEWS</title>
    <published>2007-06-19T03:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-19T03:27:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Matches - Soft and Deep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I bought a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;He's small and white. Didn't really want a white mouse BUT this mouse is super fuckin smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll</content>
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    <title>WOW</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T01:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T01:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;A lot of shit has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to houston at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;fuckin STOKED&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.</content>
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    <title>In the name of Love</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T04:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T04:55:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don't run away from my problems, we do head on collisions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw nick and his mom today with nathan. She was smiling and waving he looked like he wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering cosmetology school in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;"a change of scenery" -Aunt Katherine&lt;br /&gt;First things first.&lt;br /&gt;-CAR&lt;br /&gt;-SAVINGS FOR SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;-getting a fuckin second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to get me through the next&amp;nbsp;year and a half&amp;nbsp;are Saturdays with Travis.&lt;br /&gt;And that year I spend in Houston... will be the start of a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where I'll live next?&lt;br /&gt;I'll travel. And live life the way I always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>You can't save me</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T05:24:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T05:24:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>oasis - wonderwall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i went on a cleaning spree.&lt;br /&gt;I organized my bills.&lt;br /&gt;im drinking wine.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my journals.&lt;br /&gt;I must seem very... bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had twisted drama for you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;More juicy than my blunt and plain statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out.&lt;br /&gt;-- The fire in my heart is out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel no passion for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. sooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah ehm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone know what a &lt;u&gt;wonderwall&lt;/u&gt; is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Rachael " Sigh- Omg you listen to the best music" [hahah]</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T06:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T06:48:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avril Lavigne - How does it feel?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck its so damn late =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;djkfsjkdfhsjkd&lt;br /&gt;i told my brother id stay up with him til 2..&lt;br /&gt;The things i do for siblings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"We never spend any time together" - Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, true true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that you're only in love once or "truly in love" - [if your lucky]&lt;br /&gt;Is there really a limit?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you love 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;Or 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe never love at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know has changed.. either that or its me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to relate to them the way I used to.</content>
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    <title>Running out of Adjectives</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T13:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T11:30:01Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Always great</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeh, Yeh, Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Almost&lt;/i&gt; makeup free.&lt;br /&gt;Bare.&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;Decietful.&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;Lying.&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Provoked.&lt;br /&gt;Content.&lt;br /&gt;Dismembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inscrutable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I just bite my tongue?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stopped thinking about it since its left my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Its not bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confused, I'm just trying to be.</content>
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    <title>She says i dont love you anymore.</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T06:41:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T06:41:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Unwritten Law - She Says</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay, this isn't cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly things are looking down.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I completely ignore whats going on I'll lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But whats the point of keeping that friend if they won't put any effort into hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;My brother knows what I'm talkign about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think her and I friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Prove it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've done nothing to decieve you. Nothing to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Always been loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;But thats it.&lt;br /&gt;I've found ways to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I think All I need to do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done that in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... I just need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.</content>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2006-03-21T12:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T20:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-21T20:32:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember what I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;I found out an old friend from middle school [7th&amp;8th grade] Died just two days ago. It really fuckin Sucks. I feel so bad Especially for his family they've had a lot going on and that just seriously topped it off. His name is//was Dustin Weiner. I tell Kristina about it, and the only thing she could say was, "He overdosed" and laugh. That was pretty insensitive. I understand people die everyday but it doesn't mean you have to be completely heartless. She told me she doesn't care about anyone or anything anymore. I think she's forgetting that if yuo don't care.. then no one else will care for you.</content>
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    <title>Sincerely</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T22:16:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T22:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could just puke simply because I don't know what I want now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine. Just fine. Then boom. Its gone. Its alright though. I've got someone that'll help me along the way. I dislike the fact that At times I can't even take my own advice. But a therapist needs a therapist. Sooo if you get what I mean. Otherwise... too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh is- to risk appearing the fool&lt;br /&gt;To weep is- to risk appearing sentimental&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for another is- to risk involvement&lt;br /&gt;to expose feelings is- to risk exposing your true self&lt;br /&gt;To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is- to risk their loss&lt;br /&gt;To love is- risk not being loved in return&lt;br /&gt;To live is- to risk dying&lt;br /&gt;To hope is- to risk despair&lt;br /&gt;To try is- to risk failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love--live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he has forfeited freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a person who risks is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; -- Author Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>pr0venwr0ng @ 2006-03-11T03:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-11T11:46:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-11T11:46:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know how sometimes you rub off on people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;does it make you feel special or do you hate it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I honestly don't know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How's everyone been?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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