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 <title>Retard in Tin Foil</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m alive. And busy as ever. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s finals week at school. And I&#039;m stressing like every other college kid. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;found out the other day my dad lost his job. So neithe rof my parents are working. Things are going to suck. And I&#039;m stressing because if no one comes up with the money for rent next month my land lords will without a hesitation kick us out. And I dunno where I&#039;d go. I don&#039;t have the money to live on my own. I don&#039;t even have the moeny to pay my bills. Hell. I don&#039;t even have a god damn job.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 00:45:44 +0300</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;First time on in forever. Don&#039;t plan on getting on for awhile longer. Just wanted to let you all know I&#039;m alive and busy with school.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life&#039;s going to get busy. Wanted to let you all know I&#039;m starting a GSA at the college I&#039;m going to since they&#039;re lame and don&#039;t have one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taking my girl to go see Andrea Gibson next month :D counting down the days. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Babe, you&#039;re amazing and I love you &amp;lt;3 And you still need to go play with your scanner ;P lol. She&#039;ll hate me for it, but no matter what she&#039;s gonna love me.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 10:36:32 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Sinner....</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where the fuck did everything go wrong?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&#039;t sleep anymore ever....I have such bad insomnia. And it&#039;s going to kill me when classes start and I have to be to class by 7.....all I do at night is cry.....that&#039;s the only thing I do.....and I&#039;m so fucking sick of it. I&#039;m tired of not knowing, of hurting. Of...everything....at this point my ex&#039;s offer to move down to Cali when I go visit is looking better and better. She is so worried about me.....and I KNOW if I was down there I wouldn&#039;t be sad, they wouldn&#039;t let me...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fuck where the hell did it all go wrong????&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:07:27 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Depression....</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck everything about you.....you and your jailbait girlfriend. I hate you...I&#039;m at that stage. Where I fucking hate you. Yeah, I&#039;m agnry. So what? You want my cat? Fuck no....even if she wasn&#039;t lost and I couldn&#039;t take care of her. I wouldn&#039;t give her to you. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Get out of my life.....get out of my head. Take back all the fucking memories and all the pictures I want to burn. Give me back my things.....just....fuck you.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:38:08 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>My kitty is lost....</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something happened to my kitty....and I can&#039;t stop crying. I haen&#039;t seen her since saturday......and at this point I&#039;m convinced she&#039;s gone for good.....I can&#039;t do anything but cry.....I want Athena back :[&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:20:29 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Pleasure and pain...</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;You&#039;re chasing me from this website, I can&#039;t stand to see your screen name. Or your journals. So I&#039;m eliminating this problem and going away. I don&#039;t know if it&#039;s permanently or not. But it&#039;s going to be for awhile at least. Hope you&#039;re happy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hate that I can&#039;t forget...I had a dream...more like a nightmare with you in it. I woke up crying, trembling and terrified. I hope you&#039;re happy to know how I&#039;m suffering. I really hope this gives you some sort of pleasure. Because all I have is pain. And by the way. My whole family is glad you&#039;re gone.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 08:49:22 +0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m not even home an hour and already you&#039;re in my head and hurting me...making me cry. Fuck you and all the pain you cause me....and all the drama. I just want to forget your name and face. and all the memories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m back from camping and seeing my granda. He&#039;s  not doing well...and probably won&#039;t be around much longer. And I&#039;m crying. This may just be the last time I see him. And it hurts so much.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 05:09:36 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>My world has gone black</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I hand you my heart and a knife, will you cut me? Shred my heart to pieces? Or would you throw the knife away? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I tell you I&#039;m going to leave...would you beg me to stay? Or would you let me walk away?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I need money...I need out of Lakewood, out of washington....I need away from here. Everything is tainted with memories that I can&#039;t erase. It&#039;s driving me mad. I thought switching rooms would help, and it has. But staying in the house, doesn&#039;t help. There are still memories everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 03:49:55 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Fried Green Tomatoes...</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy shit...Ruth and what&#039;s her bucket so should have been gay dammit! This stupid movie is really making me want someone to cuddle with. And it&#039;s not enjoyable. Because I have no one....at least no one around here. All I want to do is cry....and I did something stupid yesterday....but I&#039;m not going to explain it here, due to the fact that there is a certain someone on this website that will open her mouth to my parents. When it&#039;s not her place. I appreciate the concern, but I&#039;m an adult. I can handle and take care of myself.  I&#039;m sorry you still care about me. I wish that you didn&#039;t.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 12:15:48 +0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m watching Fried Green Tomatoes....I haven&#039;t watched this movie in forever. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haylee is out at a party...and I&#039;m worried. I hate that I worry.....I love her to death, but sometimes i wish that i didn&#039;t. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So....september 13th my therapist I&#039;m seeing is leaving. It&#039;s her last day...and it&#039;s freaking me out....I&#039;m afraid of getting someone new...&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 12:01:47 +0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent the whole weekend camping. I just got back yesterday. I had such a great time. It was at this Music Fest with a family friend. She invited me to go and so I went with her and her son. I met a ton of really nice people and had a really good time. I feel sooooo much better and less stressed. I’m so much happier. I laughed a lot and had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 21:55:47 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Someday when I stop loving you....</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m going through my old phone and deleting everything off it. So amy can have it back. But I&#039;m going through all the pictures and deleting the ones I don&#039;t want...then I&#039;m going to put them onto my new phone. But I&#039;m crying...I&#039;m deleting a bunch of the ones of her and I....or just her...and it hard....because yes, I stiill miss her. It&#039;s hard....but it&#039;s what needs to be done, so I can continue to heal....I just wish it didn&#039;t hurt so much....and I wish I had someone to talk to while I did it....and I don&#039;t....&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 04:07:14 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Lost then Found</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;...Empty glasses on tables, echoes fill these rooms&lt;br /&gt;
The memories go where we go,&lt;br /&gt;
There like the suitcase that you never lose&lt;br /&gt;
If the good lords eyes upon me&lt;br /&gt;
I swear to make things right&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever we lost, i know we can find &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why do we say things we can&#039;t take back&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we miss what we never had&lt;br /&gt;
Both of us fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;
The love was so lost, it couldn&#039;t be found&lt;br /&gt;
What would it take to forget who&#039;s blamed?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m tired of crying out at the sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;
Why don&#039;t we turn this around, love ain&#039;t the enemy&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t you want to be lost then found&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 04:28:25 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Little white flowers will never awaken you. Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you,&lt;br /&gt;
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All I want is to forget. To stop caring. I hate that you still have some hold on my heart. If I could I would erase all the memories. Because then I wouldn&#039;t hurt anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 01:41:43 +0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m so fucking sick of the drama that is following the shit with Amy and I....I&#039;m sooooooooo fucking done with it.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 02:51:37 +0400</pubDate>
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