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  <title>Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ve fallen down</title>
  <subtitle>But I can get up</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Macy</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-15T06:03:44Z</updated>
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    <title>Hahahahaha</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T06:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-15T06:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah um. about that studying thing......&lt;br /&gt;these make me giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pronouns make it hard to keep our sexual orientation a&lt;br /&gt; secret when our co-workers ask us about our weekend.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;lsquo;I had a great time with &amp;hellip;.THEM.&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt; Great! Now they don&amp;rsquo;t think you&amp;rsquo;re queer ~ just a big&lt;br /&gt; slut!&amp;rdquo; - Judy Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;My mom blames California for being a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lsquo;Everything was fine until you moved out there.&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lsquo;That&amp;rsquo;s right, Mom, we have mandatory lesbianism in West&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;The Gay Patrol busted me, and I was given seven business&lt;br /&gt;days to add a significant amount of flannel to my&lt;br /&gt;wardrobe.&amp;rdquo; - Coley Sohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;If homosexuality is a disease, lets all call in queer to&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lsquo;Hello. Can&amp;rsquo;t work today, still queer&amp;rsquo;.&amp;rdquo; - Robin Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Introductions are tricky in a lesbian relationship. It&amp;rsquo;s a&lt;br /&gt;word game.&lt;br /&gt;To my friends she&amp;rsquo;s my lover, to strangers and family&lt;br /&gt;members in denial she&amp;rsquo;s my roommate, to Jehovah&amp;rsquo;s Witnesses&lt;br /&gt;at the door she&amp;rsquo;s my lesbian sex slave, and to my mother&lt;br /&gt;she&amp;rsquo;s Jewish and that&amp;rsquo;s all that matters.&amp;rdquo; - Denise McCanles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;rdquo; My lover asked me if I wanted to have children.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn&amp;rsquo;t know, but we should keep trying.&amp;rdquo; -Suzy&lt;br /&gt;Berger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;That word lesbian sounds like a disease.&lt;br /&gt;And straight men know because they&amp;rsquo;re sure that they&amp;rsquo;re the&lt;br /&gt;cure.&amp;rdquo; -&lt;br /&gt;Denise McCanles</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:breakarobot:22079</id>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-10-17T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-18T02:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-18T02:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't think I've ever been this lonely before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Hurry, someone fix it. Please?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-10-07T01:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T05:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-07T05:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pacquiao is the best.&amp;nbsp; Period.&amp;nbsp; Juan Manuel Márquez you're next!&amp;nbsp; We're going to win.&amp;nbsp; The last fight was a draw but clearly Manny kicked your ass and everyone knows it.</content>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-09-03T00:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-03T04:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-03T04:11:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Macy&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:breakarobot:9208</id>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-07-21T00:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T04:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T16:07:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Friends only from now on.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment to be add&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I remember waiting for you to call</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T17:36:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T17:36:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Ataris - "The Saddest Song"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I guess I should put a decent update on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Apple.&amp;nbsp; I don't know her that well yet but we're getting closer and closer every time we talk.&amp;nbsp; My mom put me in the worst moods today but when Apple called I felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm still confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Olivia, but I can't do a long distance thing anymore.&amp;nbsp; What if I can't even get to meet her?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could like her like how she likes me, but I don't know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hurt her and I don't want to hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;Long distance never works out with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry she met me.&amp;nbsp; She deserves someone that isn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible.</content>
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    <title>Fighting all the Demons will take time</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T16:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T16:07:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dishwalla - "Angels or Devils"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I was little I did everything within my power to make my parents happy and proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it won't really happen.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I'm going to prove to them that I CAN do it.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to show them that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never notice anything I do, only what I can't do.</content>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-07-20T01:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T05:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T05:36:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.braintwisting.com/images/autori/sixio_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="333" height="444" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.braintwisting.com/images/autori/sixio_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold on tight I never knew I'd know much more than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open sky, the wave of pain the scent of you is bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hungry eyes, they stare at me I know, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Baby I make it through</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T04:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T04:36:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Classified - "All About You"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I learned a new sport today: Grits Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Madea's Family Reunion and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get out.</content>
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    <title>Kung Wala Ka</title>
    <published>2007-07-17T02:29:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-17T02:29:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hairspray - "Without Love"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;I just don't know right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused and I can't tell anyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too ashamed to tell anyone about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has taken it's fair turn at beatings, but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;This was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I hurting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, my feelings would be so clear and I would totally know what was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&amp;nbsp; I don't believe in all that Bullshit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants love so much.&lt;br /&gt;Another part me wants nothing to do with that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to be with a girl that makes my heart melt.&amp;nbsp; Someone who sweeps me away.&amp;nbsp; Makes me forget reality.&amp;nbsp; Someone just amazing.&amp;nbsp; Someone I can trust.&amp;nbsp; Someone who'll see me for who I am.&amp;nbsp; Someone I can say, I love you, to.&amp;nbsp; Someone I can write and draw about.&amp;nbsp; A part of me wants to seek out this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of me is so scared to even think about doing that.&amp;nbsp; Why would I risk my feelings to someone who will probably break them?&amp;nbsp; Why bother?&amp;nbsp; It's too much work.&amp;nbsp; It drains me.&amp;nbsp; They will just hurt me.&amp;nbsp; I'll be open to all sorts of emotions.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, they will Know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings have been spastic lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to drag people into it but I already suck at doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hate myself sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>breakarobot @ 2007-07-16T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T04:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T04:09:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DJ Doboy - "Eurojams vol 1"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't know I could change so much in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone who has been there for me even when I'm not the best person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;You can truly see the real ones in situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head has been very confused lately, but now at least things are a little clearer.</content>
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    <title>Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T03:12:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T03:12:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Distillers - "The Hunger"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life where revelation occurs; usually more than once.&lt;br /&gt;When people are forced to make decisions that may lead their life to completely different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a major one come up into my life recently and I've made all the wrong choices.&amp;nbsp; All these past years, I've been completely selfless and sacrificing my time and effort for everyone but myself.&amp;nbsp; One day, I found out I should be able to have fun myself also.&amp;nbsp; I've been running wild with it; not looking at consequences and trying to find the shorter route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could avoid much needed speed bumps, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could talk my way out of anything because I usually can.&lt;br /&gt;The 'ol motto, leave it as it be and it'll fix its self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not completely the right quote, but I hope you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like obusing what can be good and suddenly having it back fire on you.&lt;br /&gt;I took the whole, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just let it happen&lt;/span&gt;, too far as it's needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I hurt someone I never thought I would hurt in a million years.&amp;nbsp; It's completely my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I can't mend the past.&amp;nbsp; What's done is done.&amp;nbsp; All I can do now is learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take things for granted.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I did, but I really do.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>ugh. x__x</title>
    <published>2007-07-15T19:24:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-15T19:24:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I drank way too much last night.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that needs to be said.</content>
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    <title>Let's celebrate and remember a year</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T17:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T17:46:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how hot my friend was.&lt;br /&gt;God damn.&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hot internet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- I hope you all know my entry titles are just mindless lyrics most of the time and usually mean nothing haha.</content>
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    <title>and I hum to you Sweet Clementine</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T04:10:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T04:21:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Join the Youth and Beauty Brigade</title>
    <published>2007-07-13T14:57:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-13T15:00:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Decemberists - "COYBB"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was a great break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings were off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika came over.&amp;nbsp; We sketched out her painting.&amp;nbsp; The thought of doing another painting just gets me excited and happy; looking at all my new brushes makes me want to jump around and yell.&amp;nbsp; yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to rugby yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It's been forever.&amp;nbsp; We went there to meet up with Meagan for dinner later.&amp;nbsp; I haven't played rugby in forever; I can safely say I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I was really intimidated at first.&amp;nbsp; All the college boys.&amp;nbsp; But I saw familiar faces: a couple coaches I knew and some high schoolers were there.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have cleats or shorts because I didn't think it'd be long.&amp;nbsp; And it wasn't; we didn't stay long.&amp;nbsp; It was fun though.&amp;nbsp; We played a touch scrimmage using "Michigan rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we were just playing around but god.&amp;nbsp; There was this one instant where I knew I should of dove at that gay that flew past me.&amp;nbsp; I would of got him.&amp;nbsp; But god.&amp;nbsp; That feeling of just wanting to dive at someone.&amp;nbsp; UGH I miss rugby so much.&amp;nbsp; It was the best pain reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat Sushi with Meagan and Erika.&amp;nbsp; Um, I love sushi.&amp;nbsp; I love Meagan!&amp;nbsp; I never get to see her often so I was happy to hang out with her again.&amp;nbsp; After we ate we went back to her dorms and just hung around for a bit and then we left.&amp;nbsp; I hate being the youngest. =[&lt;br /&gt;I want college so bad, but oh well.&amp;nbsp; I'm being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... I told Matt about Paige and I.&amp;nbsp; I think he took it kind of weird.&amp;nbsp; He thinks we were the perfect couple; not were but are.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; We &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; of been the perfect couple.&amp;nbsp; If I hadn't of moved away, it would of been &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm glad I moved.&lt;br /&gt;Missouri made me so unhappy.&amp;nbsp; I had no one there but her.&amp;nbsp; It was and is a miserable place.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I moved to Athens.&amp;nbsp; I love it here.&amp;nbsp; I don't care it's the south.&amp;nbsp; It's better than Washington.&amp;nbsp; I have friends here who understand me.&amp;nbsp; Besides, there's way too much straight people in Washington.&amp;nbsp; It's awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner, when I visited, with her friends.&amp;nbsp; All straight but this one boy, whom I love.&amp;nbsp; It was awkward.&amp;nbsp; They were talking about &lt;i&gt;boys&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I mean, what the hell?&amp;nbsp; I HAVE straight friends but my straight friends are use to my jokes and me being OPENLY gay.&amp;nbsp; Her friends were definitly not.&amp;nbsp; It was awkward, so I was quiet the whole time.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting there going, "where the hell are the gay people, shit"&amp;nbsp; I could totally tell Trey, the gay boy, wasn't use to being around other gay people.&amp;nbsp; He sounds gay, but he doesn't really talk gay?&amp;nbsp; Does that make sense?&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; boy that boy would burst if he met my gay friends, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that when I visited.&amp;nbsp; No wonder I didn't find out I was gay until I moved to Georgia.&amp;nbsp; Washington, MO is a freaking backwater city.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; I hate that place.&amp;nbsp; I hate the people in it, most at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I don't even want to go into all of this now.&lt;br /&gt;This is just upsetting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I might hang out tonight.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I'm spending the night at Apo's with Hannah and some of Apo's friends.&amp;nbsp; My goal is not to get freaking smashed.&amp;nbsp; I am &lt;i&gt;friendly &lt;/i&gt;when I'm drunk and there are two people in that room who like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That won't end well.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - if I wasn't so scared of relationships and commitment right now; I'd totally be flipping out on Olivia.&amp;nbsp; Bleh.&amp;nbsp; Why are all the awesome people in Cali? god damn. haha.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, it's just like my luck.</content>
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    <title>Copy and Pasted from my Xanga</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T18:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T18:08:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Decemberists - "Eli, the Borrow Boy"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry I've neglected writing in here.&amp;nbsp; I guess I've been ranting more on my livejournal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I use to rant about how I didn't care who read my entries but now I do.&amp;nbsp; That's probably why I stopped writing in here.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to take a deep breath and just write... I'll probably hurt some people... but it's fine. I need this right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Lately, my head has been in the clouds.&amp;nbsp; I've been so confused about so many things.&amp;nbsp; I feel dirty, unclean.&amp;nbsp; That some how I'm running away from something; that I'm missing something maybe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Within the past couple months, I've found out a couple people who have shown interest in me.&amp;nbsp; It's flattering.&amp;nbsp; I don't usually get this much people liking on me.&amp;nbsp; It's a new thing sort of.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel like I have so much pressure on me though.&amp;nbsp; What's the definition of a perfect person?&amp;nbsp; Most use that word.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;?&amp;nbsp; How does that relate to me?&amp;nbsp; I don't see the connection.&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you what I am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I play people.&amp;nbsp; I toy with people's emotions.&amp;nbsp; I'm a terrible person.&amp;nbsp; I've flirted with every girl that has taken a liking to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm just a horrible person.&amp;nbsp; but I can't help it.&amp;nbsp; I can't.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought I was just being nice... joking around until I found out they had begun to show deeper feelings for me.&amp;nbsp; so I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am I toying with them? am I doing this on purpose?&lt;/span&gt; and the answer is, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For some time now, I've developed a way of just taking on life: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just go with the Flow&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I now realize I'm incapable of that.&amp;nbsp; If I just let myself do whatever, I hurt people.&amp;nbsp; I hurt too much people.&amp;nbsp; I don't like hurting people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now is the question, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do you really feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I feel empty, incomplete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Olivia.&amp;nbsp; She's an amazing girl.&amp;nbsp; She really is.&amp;nbsp; I don't get to talk to her much because she's always traveling.&amp;nbsp; We live opposite lives.&amp;nbsp; It's weird to compare them.&amp;nbsp; She's a really sweet girl.&amp;nbsp; She's shy but she isn't shy around me, only sometimes.&amp;nbsp; I think her shyness is really cute.&amp;nbsp; She's one of the people that use the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That word that has no meaning to me after being heard a million times.&amp;nbsp; She has deep feelings for me.&amp;nbsp; Inside I think I'm suppose to also.&amp;nbsp; That burning in your chest; the good kind.&amp;nbsp; But I don't get it.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I think she loves me.&amp;nbsp; I feel I should love her too.&amp;nbsp; Love is so hard though.&amp;nbsp; Love isn't easy.&amp;nbsp; I can't achieve that feeling of Love.&amp;nbsp; She tells me she doesn't want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; too much because it makes her sad.&amp;nbsp; I can't just not think.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm afraid to get hurt again.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me too much of someone else... I'm afraid of being emotionally attached.&amp;nbsp; She use to give me that burning feeling until I realized it was like us.&amp;nbsp; It scared me.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to go through that hurt again... it wasn't normal.&amp;nbsp; It was severe and it changed me so much.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I can do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I can't dream any more.&amp;nbsp; I'm no longer capable of writing about love and fairy tales.&amp;nbsp; That just doesn't happen anymore.&amp;nbsp; It's not true in my world.&amp;nbsp; Love kills.&amp;nbsp; It kills your beautiful innocence.&amp;nbsp; It makes the world darker and more real.&amp;nbsp; You open your eyes and you see how things are.&amp;nbsp; We all experience it.&amp;nbsp; I think I experienced it too young... I'm too young to think of the world this way.&amp;nbsp; I'm too young to have so many scars.&amp;nbsp; But who am I to talk.&amp;nbsp; I haven't gone through anything compared to other people.&amp;nbsp; It's just... a sad thought.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Maria.&amp;nbsp; She's also a sweet girl.&amp;nbsp; I play rugby against her.&amp;nbsp; She lives close to Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; I've been talking to her a lot on msn.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I feel about her.&amp;nbsp; I know she likes me, a lot maybe.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I'm just afraid about hurting her.&amp;nbsp; I think she would make a great girlfriend, but that's not what I'm looking for right now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; These two girls.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to announce their names.&amp;nbsp; Invited me to stay with one of them this weekend.&amp;nbsp; They were talking to me last night; they were high and drunk.&amp;nbsp; My two least favorite things.&amp;nbsp; They were talking of kissing.&amp;nbsp; Do they both like me?&amp;nbsp; Or do they just want sex or something else?&amp;nbsp; I like sex, no, I love sex.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't mean I'll have sex with anyone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sex is a beautiful thing.&amp;nbsp; It's the ultimate trust.&amp;nbsp; I'm letting you see my body for what it is.&amp;nbsp; I can't let anyone see that.&amp;nbsp; There's too much truth in a naked body.&amp;nbsp; You see so much.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Anyone else who's liked me... I'm not sure of them so I shouldn't make assumptions.&amp;nbsp; There's more... I just don't like making an assumption so fast.&amp;nbsp; I know when people like me.&amp;nbsp; I hate it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And you.&lt;br /&gt; You...&lt;br /&gt; The girl I spent years running after.&amp;nbsp; I devoted my life to you for years.&amp;nbsp; Even before we were lovers.&amp;nbsp; Now I draw a blank; what am I suppose to say about this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Last night I told you I was ok with being friends.&amp;nbsp; I was ok with it.&amp;nbsp; Do you know how long it took me to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it?&amp;nbsp; It took... months... maybe a year... of thinking, of forcing myself out of my will.&amp;nbsp; You hurt me.&amp;nbsp; You hurt me so many times.&amp;nbsp; Being with other boys... doing other boys... all with boys... I admit I had things too... but not like you... I told you every one of mine... I cried to you because of my overwhelming guilt.&amp;nbsp; I found out from people.&amp;nbsp; They tell me.&amp;nbsp; That's how I found out that one day.&amp;nbsp; I texted you.&amp;nbsp; You were at church.&amp;nbsp; I said you lied to me.&amp;nbsp; And a couple days later I went away to the Philippines.&amp;nbsp; I went there with a sour feeling towards you.&amp;nbsp; How dare you not tell me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I realized, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why should it matter, it's her life. not Mine&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And I tried telling myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no it's not her life. it's Ours.&amp;nbsp; its Our life.&amp;nbsp; I should Know these Things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Everyday.&amp;nbsp; I think about it.&amp;nbsp; I am telling the whole truth.&amp;nbsp; I think about it.&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp; I use to.&amp;nbsp; Everyday.&amp;nbsp; I would cry.&amp;nbsp; Every day.&amp;nbsp; thinking about everything.&amp;nbsp; I was a mess.&amp;nbsp; I had no control of my life or my emotions because. I love you.&amp;nbsp; I Loved you.&amp;nbsp; I have never shown anyone so much of my being.&amp;nbsp; So much of my emotion.&amp;nbsp; You know me like no one else does.&amp;nbsp; You can break me so easily.&amp;nbsp; You just need to want to and you can. any day of your life.&amp;nbsp; I was going to wait for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Soon I became discouraged.&amp;nbsp; What if this is just a lie.&amp;nbsp; Is this worth it?&amp;nbsp; My pain, my sweat.&amp;nbsp; Is this worth it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It scared me.&amp;nbsp; You knew too much about me.&amp;nbsp; I don't let people Know me.&amp;nbsp; I don't.&amp;nbsp; I humor them.&amp;nbsp; I laugh when I'm suppose to.&amp;nbsp; I act how I'm suppose to.&amp;nbsp; You saw right through me and it scares me.&amp;nbsp; but I tried ignoring it because I loved you.&amp;nbsp; that's what's suppose to happen when you're in love, right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I was forced to think of you as a friend.&amp;nbsp; I was forced to.&lt;br /&gt; this love.&amp;nbsp; it made me go crazy. it made me want to just disappear.&amp;nbsp; it was overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know how to think; I forgot how to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I was afraid that, that love would drive me away.&amp;nbsp; I can't be away from you.&amp;nbsp; How can love drive someone away?&amp;nbsp; It can easily... it has too much emotion.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't handle it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; with being friends.&amp;nbsp; I won't have as much emotion towards you.&amp;nbsp; which means we can still talk and everything... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I don't even know what all I've said anymore.&lt;br /&gt; I doubt this makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Maybe it's because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't trust my feelings anymore&lt;/span&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Couldn't you believe?</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T06:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T06:15:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Secondhand Serenade - "Maybe"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Girls confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=[</content>
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    <title>Dyed My Hair</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T00:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T00:18:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/breakarobot/pic/0000ezcc/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/breakarobot/pic/0000ezcc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/breakarobot/pic/0000fzd0/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/breakarobot/pic/0000fzd0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]</content>
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    <title>sing it for her fairytale</title>
    <published>2007-07-08T06:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T06:59:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ben Jelen - "Come On"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ugh Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart skip beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure I'm not the one being hypnotized?</content>
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    <title>What makes you think that you are invincible</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T03:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T03:52:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Secondhand Serenade - "Vulnerable"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt; Its that a song already&lt;br /&gt; I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt; And its true I cant go on without you&lt;br /&gt; Your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt; If you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I miss Olivia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Oh Mr. DJ</title>
    <published>2007-07-06T20:36:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T05:16:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dj Magiox - "Oh Mr DJ"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What kind of gay person doesn't listen to techno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eee9e9" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel big headed to actually agree with this quiz... but it's just...&lt;br /&gt;It has been happening, esp of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason girls fall really easily for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can name a lot of examples and I just feel bad because I hurt all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why I'm so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Will you stay awake for me?</title>
    <published>2007-07-05T03:17:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-05T03:34:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Secondhand Serenade - "Awake"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt; With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes, &lt;br /&gt; I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do. &lt;br /&gt; You're an angel disguised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; The past 2 days have been so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia, you make me so happy.&amp;nbsp; I haven't talked to you in a month or so... and last night was just awesome.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy just to be able to talk to you.&amp;nbsp; You've made me the happiest this whole year... I thought this year was just... I don't know but I can safely say I'm glad I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anyone could make me have butterflies in my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I saw you and my heart just dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my feelings are so confused because... I don't know.&amp;nbsp; You're just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as perfect as you say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but besides that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for 4th of July I went shopping with my parents.&amp;nbsp; I haven't really been shopping with them in a long time.&amp;nbsp; Went with my Aunt and Uncle and we went to the Outlet Mall.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I bought a lot of new stuff.&amp;nbsp; After that we came back and I hung out with Erika for a bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let me drive her car!&amp;nbsp; Yayyy Erika! haha.&lt;br /&gt;We rented some horror movies and we came back to my house.&amp;nbsp; She wants me to paint her a picture so we started browsing for ideas.&amp;nbsp; She's going to buy me a canvas and some new brushes for it too.&amp;nbsp; My brushes are so crappy anyway.&amp;nbsp; After that we went to my room and popped in Silent Hill.&amp;nbsp; It's not really scary but it scared the shit out of her anyway.&amp;nbsp; It sucks because we couldn't finish it.&amp;nbsp; She was going to sleep over but her mom wouldn't let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&amp;nbsp; She's always working and I never get to see her =[&lt;br /&gt;boo for her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olivia... I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp; I'm scared of the word "love." I hope it didn't hurt you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it once I'm 100% sure, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bangin' on a Trash Can</title>
    <published>2007-07-04T02:44:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-04T02:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was just great. I don't know why.&amp;nbsp; It just was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late again because I didn't get to sleep til around 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day was normal.&amp;nbsp; But when my mom came home... she and my sister just sat next to me and played with the dog.&amp;nbsp; I mean it got annoying listening to baby talk.&amp;nbsp; I just didn't want her home already.&amp;nbsp; I had 4 hours of alone -_- I need to start going to sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kind of just leave to go to my room.&amp;nbsp; I took a short nap.&amp;nbsp; When my mom left to bring my sister to Karate, I saw my drumset and thought, "I haven't played my drums in a while"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I let it rip.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I've played my set that well in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging drums is the best reliever; it was freaking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the movies so it's late.&amp;nbsp; Makes me sad because I want to play drums some more.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed on msn. Guess who added me?&lt;br /&gt;This random email that I don't know of! But that's beside the point.&amp;nbsp; The name says Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's really her-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she just IM'd me on Aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so giddy and happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Olivia in a long time because she's been cruising her Yacht with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;=] =] =] =] =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is so awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>I'm really sorry Steven but your bicycle has been stolen</title>
    <published>2007-07-03T20:04:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-03T20:04:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The New Pornographers - "Sing Me Spanish Techno"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight I'm going to watch that Rat movie or Transformers.&amp;nbsp; Whatever my parents want.&amp;nbsp; I haven't gone to the movies with them and my sister for a long time.&amp;nbsp; It's always nice because then I don't have to pay, haha.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Rachel and I are going to watch 1408 sometime soon.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Thursday, maybe Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; It'd be funny if Meagan comes because she hates horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep late again last night.&amp;nbsp; I kind of lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday is the first friday of the Month.&amp;nbsp; Greasy told me Youth Pride has parties on every first friday, so I wonder if that's the case.&amp;nbsp; She hasn't told me anything about it though, so maybe not?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I think it'd be a lot of fun to go.&amp;nbsp; I really want to.&amp;nbsp; Closest thing to Detour I can get until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the pictures Jenny took at Pride.&amp;nbsp; I hope she gets her camera back soon because I want to see them.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of videos from it that I should upload soon.&amp;nbsp; Er, oh well.</content>
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