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  <title>life is too short. kiss slowly, love deeply, &amp; forgive quickly</title>
  <subtitle>forget the past, but remember what it taught you</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-05-27T23:35:11Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:10481</id>
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    <title>If you didn't have pain, you wouldn't know what good felt like.</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T23:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T23:35:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I feel so bad for my little sister. Her boyfriend moved away to his dads last year (another state). He was getting into too much trouble for him mom to handle. They’re still together and everything but now this hoe got a hold of his myspace password and put herself in front of my little sister. I was like wtf? I went on the girls myspace and she stole my sister’s pictures of her boyfriend and put them on hers and saying I love my man. She’s freaking psycho. It really is crazy. My little sister messaged the girl and asked her who the hell she was, the girls like he’s mine, no that. It really makes no sense. My sister’s boyfriend is so whipped. So I don’t think he really knows what’s going on, he never goes on myspace. Him and I are friends and everything. He would come over when she wasn’t home and everything but I’m a little pissed at him. Why the hell would you just give your myspace password out? It’s like are you freakin dumb? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sorry I know this doesn’t make any sense but I just get really pissed when someone hurts my sister. She’s at work now but she keeps calling me, I can tell that she really just wants to cry. Anyway sorry for the rant, I’m about to message this bitch and kill her…jk…about the killing part. : ) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I know it’s a little immature of me but she’s my little sister and I’d do anything for her. Even if it means being immature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;XOXO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;she's &lt;b&gt;classy&lt;/b&gt; unlike all the &lt;i&gt;other girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows &lt;u&gt;herself&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; she knows she's &lt;b&gt;not perfect, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she spends her time &lt;i&gt;having fun&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;doing the &lt;b&gt;best she can&lt;/b&gt; with what she's &lt;u&gt;go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:10187</id>
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    <title>&amp; the hardest things to say are the things that mean the most</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T22:37:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T22:37:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I’m a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in my eldest sister. I had this little get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; at my house last night and &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; was hanging out by the fire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;, expect for her. My other sister and her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; brought over some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; and everyone was &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway I let my oldest sister use my cell phone to call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; because she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; and I kind of felt bad that she was just being &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;anti-social&lt;/span&gt; but I didn’t call her out on it or anything. I spent my fair share of days &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; by myself. Well this morning I was checking my text &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt; because she has the &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to not tell me if I get anyway while she has my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; phone&lt;/span&gt;. I found one that she sent to her boyfriend. She was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; him how she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; and that she didn’t ask my &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;. My sister has a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; problem and isn’t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; to drink while she’s living here for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; reasons. I can’t &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that we were that stupid to leave her alone in the house with the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I know why she didn’t want to come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;. You know I’ve &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; for her many times. I’ve done things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn’t&lt;/span&gt; have because of her. I know that I should say something to my mom but I really don’t want to. It’s like even though you know that you’re only trying to help you still feel like you have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligation&lt;/span&gt; for covering for your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and my step-dad is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; me that I don’t have to watch her…well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; someone has to. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;On a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brighter &lt;/span&gt;note, thirteen more days till I go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;! I think that I bought everything that I need but I won’t know till I &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; get there. The only thing I’m not looking forward to is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;packing&lt;/span&gt;. My mom hates me for this but I don’t do it till the night before I leave. I can never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; what to take and what to leave behind. They always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; that I bring way too many shoes and that I don’t &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;wear&lt;/span&gt; them all. I don’t know if any one else is like this but I’m a mood &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;dresser&lt;/span&gt;, I dress for my mood. I don’t know how I’m &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to feel every &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; I wake up so I have to bring everything…lol. I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; make some sort of list of what I want to take. So at least my mom doesn’t go &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; crazy. One time I just lied and said I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; packed but then she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; me to bring my suitcase out…didn’t work how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; it to. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Well anyway I think I’m going to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; and play around with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;, I haven’t played in &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; and I’m sure I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;You never know how much &lt;br /&gt;you need your friends in life&lt;br /&gt;until you look down the rope &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;realize&lt;/b&gt; how many knots they've tied &lt;br /&gt;just to keep you from slipping&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:9777</id>
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    <title>you don't recover from a night like this.</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T06:02:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T06:02:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just had one of those seriously deep conversations with&amp;nbsp;my step-dad.&amp;nbsp;I really hate them because he has the tendency to make me feel guilty for making them worry so much about me. I know that's not his intention but it's what happens. Apparently I've showing some "warning signs" for my depression. I've been spending a little too much time in my room for their liking. He wanted to talk to me sooner about it but he was concerned that it would be too much of a depressing topic for me. He didn't want me "more" depressed about it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking drive. &lt;br /&gt;I really can't argue with him there. I am. I'm...I guess&amp;nbsp;sucking at life, right now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm spending too much time at home watching over my twenty four year old sister. I don't really mean to do it but if I'm here I can make sure nothing happens. I'll be able to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, like cut herself again. &lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;If I get a job I'll have direction. I'll get out of this "rut". I don't know. It's not so simple when you've been battling depression since the age of thirteen.&amp;nbsp; He got my little sister a job at his work but he doesn't want me working there because he wants me to finish college. I've been dreaming of becoming a writer since I was like twelve. My writing as actually sucked lately and thats probably why I haven't really picked up a pen in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just scared of failing.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's a tough world and I have way too many dreams. I don't know. Anyway I'm a little inspired but depressed by the talk. I really hate seriousness. Which reminds me he thinks that I'd be better at writing comedy because I'm a naturally funny person. It's funny for someone who has been through so much shit in life that I've find a joke in everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start writing again, and actually try. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something funny? My step-dad tells me that I shouldn't "baby-sit" my oldest sister and yet my mom asks me to bring her along on my forth of July weekend plans. They're going camping but I wanted to stay behind because I wanted to be with my friends on the 4th of July and so my sister decided to stay to. My mom doesn't want her to be alone at the house. &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know of my talk with my step-dad.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to go a step forward when people keep pulling you in deferent directions. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But then summer comes. It &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;And she &lt;em&gt;realizes&lt;/em&gt; she has &lt;u&gt;true&lt;/u&gt; friends &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;that nothing can beat those summer&lt;br /&gt;days &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; nights that are spent with the&lt;br /&gt;waves crashing &amp;amp; the sand between her toes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:9539</id>
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    <title>i think the reason people keep pictures is because, unlike the people in them, they never change</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T06:45:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T06:45:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alright so I'm convinced that I'm going to &lt;i&gt;embarrass&lt;/i&gt; myself no matter where I go. My two best friends and I went to this pizza place to &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; get some pizza. Anyway when we were done eating we were leaving and I &lt;i&gt;slid&lt;/i&gt; over this water right when a bunch of &lt;i&gt;guys&lt;/i&gt; were walking in. I wanted to die...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Smooth&lt;/i&gt; I know...lol&lt;br /&gt; It was pretty &lt;i&gt;embarrassing&lt;/i&gt;. It's a good think that I didn't know any of them. : )&lt;br /&gt; It was kinda funny though because one of them told me to &lt;i&gt;lay&lt;/i&gt; off the bottle...lol..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; XOXO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The thing about life that I've learned is that you're going to get hurt. &lt;br /&gt; You're going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. &lt;br /&gt; You're going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. &lt;br /&gt; But you will also have those moments where you heal. &lt;br /&gt; Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. &lt;br /&gt; You feel like you're alive again. &lt;br /&gt; Life just kind of restarts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:9366</id>
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    <title> even if the words they say aren't true, they've won. now i'm left here dying inside.</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T03:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T03:01:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;I can't help but feel like something weird is going on. Last Friday I got into my first fight with my best friend and I'm pretty sure that we're over it. Whatever. Anyway I went onto facebook Monday and I saw that she wrote a comment on one of her close friend's wall (I'm friends with this girl to) and it said "thanks for letting me vent to you on Friday". Okay I'm many things but not stupid, I know she was talking about me. I'm not mad about it because well we all need someone to talk to. But then something strange happened today when I went on facebook. This girl who I met through the girl my best friend talked to sent me this sticker. It said "Pay no mind to those who talk behind your back, it simply mean you're two steps ahead of them". Now I haven't talked to this girl since I met her, so we're not really friends. I just know her, if you know what I mean. I can't help but feel this isn't a coincidence. I mean it'll be pretty messed up if all these people know of our fight (it was stupid to). I'm okay with venting, everyone needs to do it but if she's still talking shit about it I'll be pretty pissed. I don't know, maybe I'm reading to much into this. But it's like why would this girl I don't talk to send me a sticker that says that only a couple days after the fight? I mean could she be trying to tell me that my best friend is talking behind my back? I don't know, I could just be going crazy. I probably am but I can't see why the girl would out of the blue send me something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm really starting to sound paranoid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Maybe she's a little scared&lt;br /&gt;to get close to anyone&lt;br /&gt;because everyone who ever said&lt;br /&gt;"I'll always be there" left.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>I think the worst feeling is being forgotten about, by someone you will never forget.</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T04:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T04:04:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't remember the last time I posted here...&lt;br /&gt; I feel like losing my best friend. She's becoming so consumed by her boyfriend. She never calls or wants to hang out anymore. I swear she's always with him. When she does call, she's with him. When I call, she's with him or she'll be on the other line with him or he's on his way over. I'm not exaggerating either. Today she called me and I was really happy that she did because I really haven't talked to her in a long time. She was on her way to work so I knew that she wasn't with her boyfriend but then when she got to work she noticed that she was early. So she said that she had to go because she wanted to surprise him at work. He works like two stores away from her. I really feel like I have no real friends like close ones anymore. They seem to be slipping away. I’m just really excited for my other best friend to come home from college on Saturday. Maybe now that summer’s coming everything go back to normal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a brighter note there’s 26 days till I go to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and one month till my 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday! (But who’s counting?) &lt;/p&gt;  XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You don't have to be tough every &lt;br /&gt; minute of &lt;u&gt;every day&lt;/u&gt;. It's okay to let &lt;br /&gt; down your guard. In fact, there's moments &lt;br /&gt; when it's the best thing you could possibly do;&lt;br /&gt; as long as you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;choose those moments wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific.</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T04:39:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T04:39:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm getting so frustrated with everything. I can't find a job. : (&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has a new boyfriend. It's like I'm in a viscous circle. It's the same thing I went through with my other best friend. She's gone all MIA on me. It's so weird because we used to talk about how pissed off that Ashley was freakin' not calling and was always with her bf. Now she's the one who's doing it. Wtf? She's seriously always with him! When I call her she's with him, when she calls me she's with him. He freakin' even goes to her work a lot! They've been dating for three weeks and already they say "I love you". Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to get started on my older sister. Things just don't change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time controlling myself with everything. I'm trying to get into shape for summer. I'm either working out like crazy or eating everything. I'm not fat or overweight or anything I'm just really trying to get back all my muscle that I used to have. I just really depressed about things and then...I don't know. I'm just glad I haven't started cutting but sometimes I really start thinking about it and wanting to badly. But I haven't which is good. It's weird because it'll come out of nowhere to. I could be at the store and all the sudden I'll get the urge to do it. I seriously thought I was over all this. I was sixteen the last time I did it and I stopped cause my cuz made me promise not to do it anymore. So I really can't do it. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh, anyway, I don't want to make it seem like it's all horrible. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting $600 back in my tax refund. I'm going to use it as spending money in Florida and for my tattoo. : ) I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;I might be getting the ipod touch for my birthday. Either then or for Chirstmas but I hope not because that's too long to wait.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in one month, two weeks and one day! Can't wait, I'll be in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and&amp;nbsp; one of my best friend's coming home from college in two weeks and school is almost done! &lt;br /&gt;SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;hold on, baby you're losing it&lt;br /&gt;the waters high, your jumping into it&lt;br /&gt;and letting go and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;that you cry, but you don't tell anyone &lt;br /&gt;that you might not be the golden one &lt;br /&gt;and your tied together with a smile.*&lt;br /&gt;but your coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:8518</id>
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    <title>You must not have a life if you're always talking about mine...</title>
    <published>2008-04-13T06:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T06:19:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I did my&lt;strong&gt; taxes&lt;/strong&gt; today! Well I sat by &lt;em&gt;mystep&lt;/em&gt; dad while he did &lt;u&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt;, lol. I know I'm &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; twenty and I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; do my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; taxes. It's not &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; fault though I just don't understand all that crap&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; they're &lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt; about. &lt;u&gt;Usaully&lt;/u&gt; he &lt;strike&gt;makes&lt;/strike&gt; me punch in the &lt;strong&gt;munbers&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff but he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; in a rush today so I &lt;u&gt;didn't&lt;/u&gt; have to do it. I was&lt;strike&gt; freaking&lt;/strike&gt; out yesterday &lt;strong&gt;though &lt;/strong&gt;becasue I couldn't find my &lt;em&gt;W-2&lt;/em&gt;. I had my&lt;u&gt; little&lt;/u&gt; sister's for some reason. I &lt;strong&gt;trashed&lt;/strong&gt; the house looking for them..&lt;strike&gt;oops&lt;/strike&gt;. I cleaned it back up &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; I was done &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; my taxes I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; stand a mess. &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; have like OCD when it &lt;strong&gt;comes&lt;/strong&gt; to that. I used to be &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bad too. In high school I&lt;em&gt; used&lt;/em&gt; to wake up in the &lt;strike&gt;middle&lt;/strike&gt; of the night and start &lt;em&gt;cleaning&lt;/em&gt; my room. My mom &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; get mad at me because her &lt;u&gt;closet&lt;/u&gt; is behind &lt;strong&gt;mine &lt;/strong&gt;and I would wake &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; up. When I was in the&lt;em&gt; hospital&lt;/em&gt; they told me that I &lt;u&gt;would&lt;/u&gt; do that because of my &lt;strike&gt;anixty&lt;/strike&gt; disorder. I just felt like &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; was so messed up &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; that was the one thing that I &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; control. I guess that &lt;strike&gt;makes&lt;/strike&gt; sense but in the end I'm still&lt;em&gt; crazy&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;p&gt;My little &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; bought my sister her ipod but &lt;u&gt;they &lt;/u&gt;don't make the old &lt;strike&gt;ipod&lt;/strike&gt; nanos anymore so &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; got her that newer one. I just &lt;strike&gt;don't&lt;/strike&gt; like how it looks. It's square &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; it's just weird but I &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; like it. It's has a &lt;strong&gt;cooler&lt;/strong&gt; screen and I like &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;em&gt;programs&lt;/em&gt; are. Lol, yeah I’m a &lt;strike&gt;nerd&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I don't cry, Do you think I don't feel?&lt;br /&gt;If I look away, it doesn't mean I don't see,&lt;br /&gt;And just because I want someone when I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm helpless,&lt;br /&gt;That I can't stand on my own.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>BAD MOOD</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T20:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T20:59:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm&lt;strong&gt; kinda&lt;/strong&gt; in a bad mood today. I don't&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; know why. It's just &lt;u&gt;one &lt;/u&gt;of those days, so I &lt;strike&gt;locked&lt;/strike&gt; myself up in my room. I'm not &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; in the mood to talk to &lt;strike&gt;anyone&lt;/strike&gt;. I snapped at my &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt; this morning &lt;u&gt;because&lt;/u&gt; she took my &lt;strike&gt;phone&lt;/strike&gt; last night without asking. I was &lt;strong&gt;sitting&lt;/strong&gt; right there &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt; she left, it's like wtf &lt;em&gt;ASK&lt;/em&gt; to take my shit. I don't like fighting so I just decided that I'm going to stay away from everyone. &lt;p&gt;Yesterday &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; house was like&lt;u&gt; world&lt;/u&gt; war III. My &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt; sister and oldest sister got into a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; fight and some how I got into it to. My little&lt;u&gt; sister&lt;/u&gt; lost my older sister's&lt;em&gt; ipod&lt;/em&gt;. This is the third ipod she's lost. &lt;u&gt;She&lt;/u&gt; lost her own, a friend of her's and now my sisters. My &lt;strong&gt;sister &lt;/strong&gt;got so pissed and then &lt;u&gt;other things&lt;/u&gt; were brought up that &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; missing. My older sister &lt;strong&gt;started&lt;/strong&gt; saying that she was too &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; and everyone takes &lt;u&gt;advantage&lt;/u&gt; of her. I was like are you &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; kidding me? You're &lt;strike&gt;too&lt;/strike&gt; nice? What the hell &lt;strong&gt;about &lt;/strong&gt;me? You abuse my &lt;em&gt;shit &lt;/em&gt;just as much as us. &lt;u&gt;They&lt;/u&gt; broke my $200 straighter and she &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; takes my phone. I never &lt;u&gt;have &lt;/u&gt;it and on and on and on. I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; saying that I'm perfect &lt;strong&gt;because &lt;/strong&gt;I'm guilty for runing my&lt;strike&gt; sister's&lt;/strike&gt; stuff too &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; they are just&lt;u&gt; horrible&lt;/u&gt; sometimes. I wasn't really yelling. I was just&lt;em&gt; stating&lt;/em&gt; facts because I HATE&lt;u&gt; fighting&lt;/u&gt;. It just seems so &lt;strike&gt;pointless&lt;/strike&gt; now. I've &lt;em&gt;fought&lt;/em&gt; in the past but now I'm just over everything. &lt;strike&gt;Anyway &lt;/strike&gt;they were yelling back and&lt;strong&gt; forth&lt;/strong&gt;. I was getting&lt;em&gt; aggravated&lt;/em&gt; because my mom &lt;u&gt;wasn't &lt;/u&gt;home so she couldn't stop it and&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; step dad was in his &lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt; room playing the &lt;u&gt;drums&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I&lt;strong&gt; think&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to take a &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; and get out of the &lt;strike&gt;house&lt;/strike&gt; for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Just say what you mean and mean what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Don’t expect someone to read your mind, and don’t play games with heads or hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Don’t tell half truths and expect trust when the full truth comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Half truths are no better than lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Don’t be cold to someone you care about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;indifference hurts more than angry words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:7987</id>
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    <title>I'd like to wish all my troubles away, but nothing besides troubles come easy.</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T04:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T04:12:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ew I'm so disgusted right now. I let my sister use my cell phone all the time now and when I took it to make a phone call I checked my texts and I found some pretty disgusting text messages. They were like having text sex on MY phone!! I'm so pissed. They should have more respect for others property. I would never do something like that on someone else's phone. It's gross. Hey boyfriend just pisses me off because he's always calling and texting my phone like he expects her to have it. So now I'm taking my phone with me. It may not seem like a big deal to some but I'm getting sick of people disrespecting my property. My sisters broke my $200 straightener. Half of the handle is coming off. Yeah I don't know how they did that either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;but&lt;/strike&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>If you're a mistake... I swear, you're the best mistake I've ever made.</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T18:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T18:35:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; today! The weather was &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;! It was so &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt; out, I had all my windows open.&lt;strike&gt; Unfortunately&lt;/strike&gt; it was "spring &lt;em&gt;cleaning"&lt;/em&gt; time so I &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; able to &lt;u&gt;hang&lt;/u&gt; outside. The only &lt;strike&gt;problem&lt;/strike&gt; I had with &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; was I was the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; one cleaning inside. My &lt;u&gt;parents&lt;/u&gt; and older sister were &lt;strike&gt;working&lt;/strike&gt; in the garden. &lt;strong&gt;Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; I got screwed &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; the inside either. It was&lt;strike&gt; probably&lt;/strike&gt; because I sleep in &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I wasn't around &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; all this was decided. Yea,&lt;u&gt; lucky&lt;/u&gt; me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;; P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little &lt;strike&gt;sister &lt;/strike&gt;some how got off the &lt;strong&gt;hook&lt;/strong&gt; and went over to a&lt;em&gt; friends&lt;/em&gt; house. Did I &lt;u&gt;mention&lt;/u&gt; how lucky I am? Anyway my friend &lt;strike&gt;came &lt;/strike&gt;over with her baby, &lt;strong&gt;giving&lt;/strong&gt; me a little break. He's so&lt;em&gt; adorable&lt;/em&gt;! He's gotten so big &lt;u&gt;within &lt;/u&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so crazy how&lt;strike&gt; babies&lt;/strike&gt; grow so fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; the weather is&lt;u&gt; warm&lt;/u&gt; because I'm &lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;about taking up&lt;strong&gt; running&lt;/strong&gt; again. I need to get back in shape for summer...Two more &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm gonna be in &lt;em&gt;Florida,&lt;/em&gt; so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strike&gt;by&lt;/strike&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;It's the &lt;b&gt;kind&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;i&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt; where we have a &lt;b&gt;secret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;handshake&lt;/i&gt;, and she &lt;b&gt;begs&lt;/b&gt; him to &lt;u&gt;watch&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;Disney&lt;/i&gt; movies&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;, while he begs her to watch a &lt;b&gt;scary&lt;/b&gt; movie&lt;br /&gt;instead. Its where they &lt;u&gt;laugh&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;i&gt;joke&lt;/i&gt; all the time, but&lt;br /&gt;they're &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; when the &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; is to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;Its where &lt;b&gt;neither&lt;/b&gt; of them have to say&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;" because they &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;all their &lt;i&gt;hearts&lt;/i&gt; that they love &lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt; other.&lt;br /&gt;Its where they can &lt;u&gt;mess&lt;/u&gt; around on her &lt;i&gt;couch&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and then she'll &lt;b&gt;laugh&lt;/b&gt; at him when he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tries&lt;/i&gt; not to look &lt;u&gt;guilty&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;b&gt;front&lt;/b&gt; of her &lt;i&gt;dad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its the kind of &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; that &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;dreams&lt;/u&gt; of.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tired of trying, sick of crying. Yeah, I'm smiling, but inside, I'm dying.</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T23:04:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T23:04:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not gonna lie, this week sucked. I finally freaked out and it all happened because my sister and mom broke my favorite mirror. I know stupid but if you’ve had the week I’ve had you’d understand. So anyway my sister bought a desk for her computer and my mom was helping her put it together. My mirror is hanging on the wall that me and my sister share. (her room is right next to mine.) Anyway they were hammering shit against my wall and my mirror fell and broke. I didn’t find it until I came into my room and saw it shattered on my floor. I swear to god I started to cry. I know, overdramatic. But this wasn’t like a mirror were you look at yourself. It had like designs on it and stuff. It cost a lot of money. Once it broke I just crashed. I’ve been keeping so much bottled up right now and this was the last thing I needed. So I yell at my mom and sister and all my mom has to say is “Sorry”. That’s all she said “Sorry”. Like that was going to make me feel better. That’s when I started to cry but not in front of them. I’ve had that mirror for a long time and it’s so typical for it to break because of my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and another thing, last night my sister went to this depression support group with my mom. I found out that my mom was talking about me with them. She told them that I was diagnosed with clinical depression and that I wasn’t on my medication anymore and that I’m fine now. I guess they were all fucking amazed or something like I’m super woman. With my depression you usually stay on meds for the rest of your life. Which is way I went off them. I refused to be on meds for the rest of my life. She told them how I had a physiatrist and therapist at the same time and how I went to all these groups and stuff. I didn’t tell her but I’m mad at her for talking about me because now that want to meet me. That’s not going to happen because I’m not going to lie to them. Life sucks and I still get depressed but it’s just how you handle it. I know I’m not an expert at it because I still hold a lot of stuff in but I’m learning to let feel my feelings and not just push them back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway next time my mom goes to some meeting I would love it if she talked about herself and not about me. I think there’s enough people in the world that know I’m crazy. : ) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; in her past that she &lt;strong&gt;hasn't&lt;/strong&gt; gotten over yet. &lt;br /&gt;Each day is like the last &amp;amp; she misses what she &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It's just an &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; space where something &lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt; to be. &lt;br /&gt;Now she &lt;em&gt;guards&lt;/em&gt; the gate, but she's &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one enters, but no one leaves&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>when she started playing loud music we all knew her heart was broken</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T01:23:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T01:23:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG! I just&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt; freaked out! My sister &lt;em&gt;doesn't &lt;/em&gt;have her phone right now &lt;u&gt;because&lt;/u&gt; of the accident so her boyfriend is&lt;u&gt; texting&lt;/u&gt; and calling her on my &lt;strong&gt;phone.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway he texted my &lt;em&gt;phone&lt;/em&gt; thinking that she had it saying that he had to tell her &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; and that he was in love with &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; else. I was like wtf?! Why is he &lt;u&gt;texting&lt;/u&gt; this &lt;strike&gt;now&lt;/strike&gt; when I'm reading it and what&lt;strong&gt; kind&lt;/strong&gt; of man are you &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; you can't even call the&lt;u&gt; girl&lt;/u&gt; and say it to her&lt;strong&gt; face&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to bitch &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt; out but I didn't. When my sister&lt;strike&gt; didn't&lt;/strike&gt; text him back he was like it's &lt;strong&gt;Britney&lt;/strong&gt; Spears, so it was a joke. Damn him! I&lt;em&gt; thought&lt;/em&gt; he was serious. I was &lt;strike&gt;freaking&lt;/strike&gt; out. I didn't know if I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;tell her or pretend I never got it. &lt;strike&gt;Anyway&lt;/strike&gt; I don't like him &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt; so it wouldn't have been &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;big of a loss but my sister loves him. He's lucky he was&lt;em&gt; joking&lt;/em&gt; cause I would have&lt;u&gt; killed&lt;/u&gt; him for hurting my sister. &lt;p&gt;Anyway my &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; and my mom went to a &lt;em&gt;support &lt;/em&gt;group for depression and other &lt;u&gt;stuff.&lt;/u&gt; My sister asked me to come but I didn't. I feel &lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt; for saying no because I know that she just &lt;strong&gt;wanted &lt;/strong&gt;to be to there with her but there's just &lt;strike&gt;something&lt;/strike&gt; about being in that kind of &lt;em&gt;environment&lt;/em&gt; again that scares me. I hope this &lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; make me a &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; sister because I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; do want to be there for her. It's just &lt;strike&gt;going &lt;/strike&gt;to take time. I guess I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; understand why my one &lt;u&gt;sister&lt;/u&gt; didn't want anything to do with the &lt;em&gt;hospital&lt;/em&gt; I was in for my &lt;u&gt;depression&lt;/u&gt;. She hated going there and &lt;strong&gt;disagreed &lt;/strong&gt;with my parents about &lt;u&gt;putting&lt;/u&gt; me in it. I guess she was just &lt;em&gt;scared&lt;/em&gt; for herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl&lt;/strong&gt; that seemed unbreakable, &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The one who seemed so &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;crumbled&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who always &lt;em&gt;laughed it off&lt;/em&gt;, cried.&lt;br /&gt;And the girl who &lt;u&gt;never stopped trying&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally quit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Theres a part in everyday where I lie 2 myself &amp; say that its ok cuz if I dont I think Ill go insane</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T04:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T04:10:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm a little &lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt; right now. Things just keep getting worse and I don't know how to &lt;em&gt;handle&lt;/em&gt; all this shit going on. Saturday &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt; at six a cop called the house &lt;u&gt;saying&lt;/u&gt; that my oldest sister was&lt;strike&gt; arrested&lt;/strike&gt;. She flipped her car over some how. She didn't&lt;strike&gt; hit&lt;/strike&gt; another car, thank god but she was arrested for &lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt; on a suspended licenses because she has a DUI. She swore that she wasn't &lt;strong&gt;driving &lt;/strong&gt;and like a fool we all believed her. I feel &lt;u&gt;kind&lt;/u&gt; of stupid right now. Out of all of us I &lt;strong&gt;should &lt;/strong&gt;have known that she was lying. Anyway he said that bail was at $2,500 &lt;strike&gt;because&lt;/strike&gt; she never made her court dates for the first DUI so there was a &lt;em&gt;warrant &lt;/em&gt;out for her arrest. Yeah sure I'll just pull that much &lt;u&gt;money&lt;/u&gt; out of my ass. At this point I'm pretty pissed at my sister. For one she could have gotten herself killed. She completely &lt;strong&gt;totaled &lt;/strong&gt;her car. She was lucky &lt;strike&gt;enough&lt;/strike&gt; to walk away from that car with just a couple cuts and some back pains. Two, my &lt;em&gt;family &lt;/em&gt;and I can't &lt;strike&gt;afforded&lt;/strike&gt; that shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway when we went to her court&lt;strike&gt; hearing&lt;/strike&gt; or whatever it was we found out she was being &lt;em&gt;charged&lt;/em&gt; with another DUI. This shit is fucked up. We could only &lt;em&gt;afford&lt;/em&gt; the $300 bail for the &lt;u&gt;county&lt;/u&gt; she was arrested in. So she would be &lt;u&gt;transferred&lt;/u&gt; to the county that had the &lt;strong&gt;warrant&lt;/strong&gt; out for her arrest. My mom was seriously &lt;strike&gt;crying&lt;/strike&gt; because she didn't want her to be transferred to &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; county jail. I guess it was a bad jail or somethin. Anyway we called everyone we &lt;strike&gt;could&lt;/strike&gt; think of. We could only drive back home and do &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. (We live an&lt;strong&gt; hour&lt;/strong&gt; and a half away.) When we got home I took a&lt;u&gt; nap&lt;/u&gt; and when I woke up my parents and sister got the &lt;strike&gt;money&lt;/strike&gt; to bail her out so we rushed the &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt; and a half there so we could &lt;strong&gt;beat&lt;/strong&gt; the county transfer. Long story short we got her out and now my mom is making her go to rehab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt; because this has been &lt;strike&gt;going&lt;/strike&gt; on for a couple days. My mom has &lt;em&gt;taken&lt;/em&gt; off two days from work and she really can't be doing that. And it was my &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt; sister's 18th birthday yesterday so I tried to make it a good one. I tried to get her &lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt; off of everything. It could have went &lt;strike&gt;better&lt;/strike&gt; but I did the best I could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not &lt;strong&gt;handling&lt;/strong&gt; everything well but I feel like my &lt;u&gt;parents&lt;/u&gt; really don't need me going all &lt;strike&gt;crazy&lt;/strike&gt; again. It's kind of funny really because we went to take my &lt;em&gt;sister &lt;/em&gt;to see a &lt;u&gt;psychologist&lt;/u&gt; today and when he came out he looked at me like I was the one who &lt;strong&gt;came&lt;/strong&gt; to see him. I was like is there some kind of &lt;u&gt;tattoo&lt;/u&gt; on my head that says psycho? Cause I've spent enough time in &lt;em&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/em&gt; offices and therapist. And yes they are &lt;strike&gt;different&lt;/strike&gt; because I had one of each at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step Dad &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt; me if I was okay with all this, all I &lt;u&gt;could&lt;/u&gt; say was I'm fine. What was I &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to say? No, acually I'm really freaking out in the inside. I mean my sister could go to jail for up to a year. How the &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt; am I supposed to be okay with this? I can't tell them how I really feel &lt;strike&gt;because&lt;/strike&gt; I'd have to admit that I haven't been okay for a whole year, ever since that day she cut&lt;em&gt; herself&lt;/em&gt; things haven't been the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm too tired to be &lt;strike&gt;talking&lt;/strike&gt; about this &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed so much lately.&lt;br /&gt;every single day i wake up different.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm fading with each step i take.&lt;br /&gt;all everyone else sees are smiles;&lt;br /&gt;they say i'm doing much better,&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'm doing much worse&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sick as a dog</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T20:53:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T20:53:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been sick for days now. My head keeps pounding and pounding. None of the medcations I'm taking are working. All I've been doing is laying down and trying to sleep. I feel like I'm dying. This is the first time that I've been able to sit up without my head exloding. Hopefully I get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:6552</id>
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    <title>the more feelings you show, the more people can find ways to hurt you</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T02:57:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T02:57:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I&amp;nbsp;went to the south side irish parade today. Cops were being completely gay,&amp;nbsp;they made everyone empty their drinks. It was stupid as hell. I don't think that I ever drank so early in my life. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mom is being completely gay. She's trying to tell me who I can talk to and who I cannot. I'm almost 20 give me a fuckin break!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm so made right now and I can't even type. Forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; that's &lt;i&gt;changed&lt;/i&gt; and to &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; that's &lt;b&gt;gone away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my &lt;i&gt;condolences&lt;/i&gt; to the &lt;u&gt;future&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;b&gt;never met&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; coming back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:6383</id>
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    <title>I fear I might break, cause there’s only so much I can take</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T07:06:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T07:06:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m trying to not think so negative anymore. It just seems to bring my mood down. I really hate being moody, it makes everything harder than it has to be. I really can’t help it though. I just feel so empty and angry all the time. I’d never tell her but I’m mostly angry at my older sister…she has no idea the damage I’ve done to myself to help her. She just makes me so angry! She acts like no one cares about her, like she’s all alone or something. It’s like are you freakin kidding me? I don’t care!? Bullshit. I was the only one home that day when she decided to get a little to friendly with that pocket knife. I was the one who got her to the hospital, I was the one who sat there while they sewed up her arm. God it took me forever to convince her to freakin sign the papers so they could sew up her arm. Yeah she wouldn’t sign them! She just kept saying how she wanted to go home. Okay, buddy you can’t just go home with a hole in your wrist. What the fuck? I want to scream at her for being an idiot and being all “poor me”. Excuse me but I was the one who was sitting by your side when you didn’t want me to call mom or anyone else. I wanna tell her how I’m still mad at her for telling mom I was over reacting about the whole thing when she finally let me call her. But she doesn’t have any idea what she’s done. She didn’t learn anything in the hospital. Instead she just sits there and tells everyone that they’re over reacting. That her drinking isn’t a problem. Yet it’s funny how I spent months waiting till six in the morning until she got home, just so I know that she was alive. Even if that meant getting no sleep before work or class. But I guess that means I don’t care. She has no idea what it’s like to have to kick strange guys out of the house and her not remembering anything the next morning. In a month and six days it will be a year since she cut herself and she’s still pulling this crap. She can’t say that I don’t understand what she’s going through. I’ve been in the hospital for depression. I’ve been through what she’s been through but I don’t know how much more I can take of this. The day I got out of the hospital I promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself get like that again. I worked so hard to get my life back but she’s dragging me right back down into the hole. I’d never tell her, of course. It’ll only depress her more. Damn it, just writing about it makes me want to start crying. It’s been hell and though she’s getting better she still knows how to make me feel like I’ve done nothing to help her when I’ve done everything I can. Anyway I just needed to get that off my chest. The anniversary of it is just making me go crazy. I hate thinking about it but it’s always on my mind. It’s weird because we never talk about it. Not even once. It’s like once she got out of the hospital it never happened. But I still dream about it every night or every other night that is when I do sleep. I can never sleep anymore. I think it’s all those negative thought and that’s why I want to stop thinking negative. So I can stop dreaming horrible things and finally get some sleep. Anyway I have to get up in four hours. I have this parade thing to go to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She hides herself with the music. &lt;br /&gt;She never shows her feelings, &lt;br /&gt;always keeping things bottled up inside. &lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to see the day she exposes it all. &lt;br /&gt;When she tells you how you've made her feel, &lt;br /&gt;you'll never be able to look at her the same way again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>She felt far from okay, but sometimes the biggest lies slip out easier than the truth.</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T05:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T05:46:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm so tired today. Work was boooorrrriiinnnggg. All did was count shit all day. Yeah boring. I wanted to shoot myself. People kept coming up to the door wanting to come in. I was like uh where the hell were you when we needed you. It's actually really funny that people kept trying to open the door when there were like five signs saying we're closed. Yeah idiot try to yank it open, give it another yank maybe it will open if you do it hard enough. I swear people are idiots. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Anyway I'm sooo tired. I'm gonna go to sleep... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; that's &lt;i&gt;changed&lt;/i&gt; and to &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; that's &lt;b&gt;gone away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my &lt;i&gt;condolences&lt;/i&gt; to the &lt;u&gt;future&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;b&gt;never met&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; coming back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:muhlisa_06:5773</id>
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    <title>Maybe we have to let go of who we are to become who we will be</title>
    <published>2008-03-01T04:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-01T04:46:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything happens for a reason...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'm trying so hard to believe that right now because it's all I have at the moment. I haven't been able to sleep in weeks. Things are just pilling up. I lie to cover up lies which is stupid. I've just realized something about myself, I lie when it's just as easy to tell the truth. It's like a habit of mine. Maybe it's because I can't handle people getting to close to me so I lie about something so they only &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; they know me but I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; they don't. &lt;br /&gt;It's been ten months since I took my sister to the hospital for cutting herself yet I still can't get the image out of my head. I seriously think I'm going mad. I mean it. I get so morbid about it that sometimes I start to wonder about what if she didn't call me? What if she just finished the job? It just gets me more messed up. I think about all the times since then that we've had and think, &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;would have never have happened. Ugh, I know I'm morbid. I gotta stop thinking about death but it seems to pop out of nowhere and usually it's about my family. &lt;br /&gt;I think my sister feels safe opening up to me because I've been in the mental hospital to. It's not that I don't want her to open up to me but sometimes I feel like she's crazy. Yeah right it's like calling the Pot calling the kettle black. Who am I to judge when I've been there before? But sometimes the things she says really worries me. The things she does worries me. Oh and another thing...I know this may seem a little normal for people now but she met her boyfriend from myspace....she &lt;i&gt;loves &lt;/i&gt;him...he &lt;i&gt;loves &lt;/i&gt;her...they haven't met. And my sister is &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;pretty, she's modeled before, so she has not reason to meet boyfriends online.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway tomorrow is the last day my store is open. It's pretty sad. I've worked with these people for years now and it's all over. This sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Sometimes &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; you can do is not think. &lt;u&gt;not wonder&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;not obsess&lt;/b&gt;. not imagine. &lt;u&gt;just breathe&lt;/u&gt;. breathe &lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt;, breathe out. everything &lt;u&gt;works out&lt;/u&gt; in the end and the &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; you worry about it, the longer it's going to take for things to &lt;u&gt;end perfectly&lt;/u&gt;, just &lt;b&gt;the way&lt;/b&gt; they should.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>She smiled in a big way; the way a girl like that smiles, when the world is hers</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T06:43:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T06:43:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Work is sooo &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;. There's nothing to do now that we're closing. Nobody comes there anymore. I just stand around doing nothing. So I start &lt;i&gt;silly string&lt;/i&gt; fights, &lt;b&gt;confetti fights&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;u&gt;water gun&lt;/u&gt; fights. I can't say that I completely hate having nothing to do because I love playing with the play doe or coloring in the coloring books. lol. It's like I'm a little kid again but I love it. I love my new general manager, he's &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. He let's me take anything I want. &lt;br /&gt; Anyway I'm kind of &lt;b&gt;nervous&lt;/b&gt; to start a new job. I won't be starting for a while but it’s going to be weird working with make-up instead of kid’s party things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boys will break your heart. Friends will betray you. Parents will seem too strict and life will annoy you. But you should always remember that there's a purpose for these things to be happening to us. So keep your head up and your spirits high because if you don't, life will just pass you by.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Life is made up of years that meant nothing &amp; the moments that meant it all</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T22:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T22:16:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My friend had her baby on the 7th. He's so adorable! I want to steal him...but I won't. She'd know it was me anyway. It's funny how everyone wants to be like her best friend now. My whole family is like up her ass, I swear. They all want to go over and see the baby everyday. I'm like uh give her a break and let her breathe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've talked to my one friend who was MIA for like the longest time. She's changed so much since she went away for college. She's now smoking weed. I don't know if she thinks she's cool or whatever but to me she's just an idiot. I don't know what it is but she has to always please everyone around her. Her boyfriend smokes weed and I think that's the reason she's doing it. I don't think he's forcing her or anything like that. Her accuse was that it's always around. WTF? Sorry but I was around it all the time in high school and I never once tried it. Now in college people try to get me to do it to but I don't. I know people change and I can't force her to stop and I'm not going to try. It's her life. She acts like it's something that you can just stop. I was talking to my little sister about it. She used to smoke everyday but now she just does it every once in a while. She told me that you just don't try weed. So I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has really happened besides the cold weather. It’s getting colder and colder. I want to go into hibernation! Lol….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt; how you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grow away&lt;/b&gt; from your friends,&lt;br /&gt;when just a &lt;u&gt;few years&lt;/u&gt; ago&lt;br /&gt;they were the &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;important&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in your &lt;u&gt;life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sometimes, to keep it together, you have to leave it alone.</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T03:19:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T03:19:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just got done watching the super bowl! The Giants won! I'm so happy! It was so close I was having a heart attack! Lol....well I have to much energy to be sitting here right now...later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;They just can't take it away. We won't let it end, all of us together. Tonight I just want to spend with my friends and pray this feeling doesn't end. The years grow longer and our time is shorter but tonight is ours forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's true; we block out things that we don't want to remember</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T20:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T20:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yesterday it snowed ALL day. My little sister and I were outside for like hours. We were shoveling the drive way but it kept coming down so we started to mess around. We shoveled it like five time but by the time my parents came home it didn't even look like we shoveled it. I really hate winter. When I woke up this morning the drive way is filled with snow...again. I need ten hair dryers and extension cords...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend's boyfriend is throwing her a baby shower tonight with his family. He called to ask if we wanted to go...I don't really want to. I'd rather wait to give her our gifts when we have our shower for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you see me now, &lt;br /&gt;I hope you're sorry and &lt;br /&gt;I hope you regret how you hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you see me with someone else &lt;br /&gt;and wish it was you. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you regret all you've done &lt;br /&gt;and wish you could take it all back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I can't shake this feeling that I'll never get anything right.</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T05:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T05:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm&amp;nbsp; finally going to have a day off of work tommorrow. I'm so sick of working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway nothing has happend. My friend still has not had her baby. I call her everyday to see what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I HATE guys. There is this guy that is trying to get me to give him my sister's number. Sorry but it ain't gonna happen. Guys just can't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men Are Like&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;LAXATiVES;&lt;/b&gt; they irritate &lt;i&gt;the crap&lt;/i&gt; out of you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;BANANAS;&lt;/b&gt; the older they get, &lt;u&gt;the less&lt;/u&gt; firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;WEATHER; &lt;/b&gt;nothing can be done&lt;b&gt; to change&lt;/b&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;BLENDERS;&lt;/b&gt; you need one, but &lt;i&gt;you're not&lt;/i&gt; quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;CH0C0. BARS;&lt;/b&gt; sweet, smooth, &amp;amp; they &lt;u&gt;usually head&lt;/u&gt; right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;C0MMERCiALS;&lt;/b&gt; you can't &lt;b&gt;believe&lt;/b&gt; a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;DEPARTMENT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;ST0RES; &lt;/b&gt;their clothes &lt;i&gt;are always&lt;/i&gt; 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;G0VERN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;B0NDS;&lt;/b&gt; they take &lt;u&gt;so long&lt;/u&gt; to mature.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;MASCARA;&lt;/b&gt; they usually run at &lt;b&gt;the first&lt;/b&gt; sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;P0PC0RN; &lt;/b&gt;they satisfy you, but&lt;i&gt; only for&lt;/i&gt; a little while.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;SN0WST0RMS;&lt;/b&gt; you never know &lt;u&gt;when they're&lt;/u&gt; coming, how many&lt;br /&gt;inches you'll get, or &lt;b&gt;how long&lt;/b&gt; it will last.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;LAVA LAMPS;&lt;/b&gt; fun to look at, but &lt;i&gt;not very&lt;/i&gt; bright.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;PARKiNG SP0TS;&lt;/b&gt; all the good ones &lt;u&gt;are taken&lt;/u&gt;, the rest are handicapped. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>isn't it better just 2 cling 2 the dream of what could have been, than 2 ruin everything w/ reality?</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T21:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T21:05:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Oh my god. My friend told me about the new Ipod touch. It's just like the iphone but it's not a phone. It has the ipod on it and the internet. I want it so bad, cause I'm a loser like that. Lol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Anyway my friend has not gone into labor yet. I'm waiting patiently because I don't want him to come on a day when I'm working. I will be very mad at the little guy but I also can't wait to see him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm sorta putting away the rest of the Christmas decorations. I know I'm really slow, it should have been done ages ago. I'm trying to get the house ready for the baby shower. I don't know when it's going to be yet but hopefully everything goes smoothly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;XOXO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daylight burns&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; your sleepy eyes. It's &lt;u&gt;hard to see&lt;/u&gt; you dreaming. You &lt;i&gt;hide inside yourself&lt;/i&gt;. I wondered what &lt;b&gt;you're thinking&lt;/b&gt; and everything &lt;u&gt;you're chasing&lt;/u&gt;, it seems to &lt;i&gt;leave you empty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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