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  <title>Ashleigh is ( hella bored )</title>
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  <updated>2006-10-04T02:26:49Z</updated>
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    <title>wtf.</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T02:26:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T02:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;i miss this thing.&lt;br /&gt;wth.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:6049</id>
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    <title>WE ARE ALL TO BLAME.</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T17:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T17:10:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;This world today makes me angry and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;font size="4"&gt;fuck &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;is it coming to?&lt;br /&gt;It is so damaged and raw.&lt;br /&gt;Full of hate&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WE ARE ALL TO BLAME.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We turn our backs on the children of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Let the media encourage us and our sins.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is not bliss.&lt;br /&gt;It is a flaw far from beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WE ARE ALL TO BLAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;We only recognize people's differences.&lt;br /&gt;We label and discriminate against them.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;Is that what we call this?&lt;br /&gt;I call it fucking arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;DISCRIMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WE ARE ALL TO BLAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Generation after generation&lt;br /&gt;this world faces more poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Children are dying from starvation&lt;br /&gt;and from being overworked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;these are not our children.&lt;br /&gt;So why, pity. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;They are not dirt.&lt;br /&gt;They are human.&lt;br /&gt;Poverty should be treated like a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Not a human condition that we can do nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WE ARE ALL TO BLAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;rape.&lt;br /&gt;violence.&lt;br /&gt;and racism.&lt;br /&gt;expect it.&lt;br /&gt;drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder why kids are&amp;nbsp;bringing guns to school?&lt;br /&gt;We are all children of war, pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;We see it everyday&lt;br /&gt;on the news&lt;br /&gt;in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS REAL.&lt;br /&gt;AIDS has become more than a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;br /&gt;fact:&lt;br /&gt;"every minute a CHILD dies from AIDS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are black, white, brown, yellow.&lt;br /&gt;but we are also the human race.&lt;br /&gt;not some fucking label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;We all have the freedom to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;no matter the colour of our skin&lt;br /&gt;or the amount of money we make&lt;br /&gt;or our sexuality&lt;br /&gt;or our religion.&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;why not speak up for the children and women who can not?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear some stupid message.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BE IGNORANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;STOP POVERTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;STOP VIOLENCE&lt;br /&gt;STOP RACISM AND PREJUDICE&lt;br /&gt;STOP AIDS/HIV&lt;br /&gt;STOP RAPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;MAKE A DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I DARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:5710</id>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-07-22T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T05:31:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T05:31:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">rainy days make me feel more at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i am just lonely.</content>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-07-21T13:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T20:42:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T20:42:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;why do people let such little things ruin such pleasent days?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mostly i'm a hypocrite.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i swear to god. people are so fucking whacked these days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don't know what i am talking about&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i just read an article about global warming and how it's become more severe these past years.&amp;nbsp; i love polar bears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don't want them to go extinct.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;LET'S SAVE THE POLAR BEARS. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-06-24T05:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T12:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T12:36:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lover's Spit by Broken Social Scene</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm so stupid. I should have know. I should have said, " Ashleigh, he's no different" but I'm foolish and niave and I'm always late at learning the hardest lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is&amp;nbsp; going to be time for me to figure out who I am and what it&amp;nbsp; is I want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no new homies, fuck buddies, soul mate, summer fling. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;My heart is not your fucking pinata or your hacky sack. You can't just fucking kick it around and stomp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you're coming around here to "love" me, take your &lt;strong&gt;shit else where.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aShLeIgHlYNnE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>GOODNIGHT AND GO!</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T19:12:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T19:12:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;I'm trying to figure out why people do some of the things they do.&lt;br /&gt;Why people just get up and leave&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to please everyone&lt;br /&gt;Keep everyone content&lt;br /&gt;but they let me down...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just getting it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm mentally dyslexic and have it all backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish life could just be lived backwards..&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd get heartbreak first..&lt;br /&gt;And die,&lt;br /&gt;In love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me, please.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>LISTEN TO MARS VOLTA.</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T23:01:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T23:01:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://s05.imagehost.org/1014/marsvoltainterview.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>BOYFRIEND APPLICATION.</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T22:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T22:32:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Copy and past, then email it back to me. gunsmokeshewrote_123@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;If you only have mean things to say, don't bother filling it out. I made this up myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song would you sarranade me with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Maybe I'm Amazed by Paul Mccartney&lt;br /&gt;b. I Miss You by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;c. Superman by Eminem&lt;br /&gt;d. Curious by Bobby Valentino and Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were dating and I accidently fell asleep at your house what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a.Wake me up with a kiss &lt;br /&gt; b.Put a blanket over me&lt;br /&gt; c.Nothing, I would just let you lie there&lt;br /&gt; d.baby, you'd never fall alseep with the things i could do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were dating and I called you at 3am because I wanted to talk to you, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;A.Not answer the phone because you are tired&lt;br /&gt; B.Answer the phone with a attitude&lt;br /&gt; C.Answer the phone, talk for a little, then tell me you are really tired&lt;br /&gt; D.Start talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to break up with me, how would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;a. beat around the bush&lt;br /&gt;b. tell me to my face&lt;br /&gt;c. over msn/the phone&lt;br /&gt;d. just cheat on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw a guy talking to me, and he was a little bit too close, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. kill him!&lt;br /&gt;b. tell him to back off his girl&lt;br /&gt;c. who cares? your girlfriend has the right to talk to other dudeszzz&lt;br /&gt;d. oh sorry, i was too busy talking to a nice lady myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Whats your name, age, and location?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink/smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to party hard? or just get togethers? or NOT AT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your hobbies incude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many girlfriends have you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 3 things do you find the hottest about yourself ( inside or out!!!! )?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your future goals for you life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we started dating what do you hope to get out of this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many sexual parnters have you had ( OPTIONAL :) )?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of music do u enjoy listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of girls do you usually go for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a relationship are you looking for? Short term, long term, some fun??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)</content>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-06-13T14:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T21:45:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T21:45:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would never put a paten on any form of sympathy because talk is cheap&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and words taste horrible to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will never be rich.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will never be pretty or innocent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but a long time ago, I was all and you loved me for that,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;did you not?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will never laugh so sweetly at your jokes that never made sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead I will roll my eyes and say;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;“Here we go again”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something I’ve always wanted to say to you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and secretly to your face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;So blush and say sorry&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I will pretend that it does not bother me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;When everything you do, hurts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your words have floated up to the surface&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I am reading between the lines.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;to see that you’re the reason why I cry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and you said you’d catch my fall&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but you didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You said you’d be there&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but you weren’t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this boy has a funny way of keeping me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;on the edge of my seat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and for the first time, I really see him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;But he doesn’t see me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he’s everything I could ask for&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;he’s so perfect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;A perfect form&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;in a perfect place&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;at a perfect time&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;u&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Last Words of [ Insecurity ]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am nothing special.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’d like to say; ‘this too, shall pass’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;But will it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will I ever be anything to anyone?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will I ever be pretty to anyone?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will never have the place in the heart of someone so in love with me again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;All I do is push people away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;With shyness&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.S Everything in my journal is written by me. Anything that I post that is written by somebody else will have their name on it. I won’t be posting much of other people’s work since this is my journal but there are some lyrics. I would REALLY appreciate it, if you’d ask me before you steal my poems/words and label them your own. However, even if you do ask me, I will say no. So, get over it. Get a pen and a piece of paper, use your own fucking head, and learn to write. Everyone has it in them. Thank-you for your time.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>1111111111111111</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T21:53:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T21:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleep walk through most of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I am waiting for someone to wake me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whisper, sweetly in my ear;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“shhh.. now..shh...it was all just a dream”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will cry and they will restrain me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will calm down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because it’s all over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s all over...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s all over...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m always late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late for everything and anything that is important or matters in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And people have gotten tired of constantly having to wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets awful tiresome waiting for someone to make up their mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to find someone who will wait for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who will push aside my clumsiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and excuse the fact that I am not good with words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have such a queer way of explaining myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I want for someone to accept that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I am constantly giving forth so much of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and getting so little in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want someone to love me for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was made a fool again but this time the shame is on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have known he wasn’t worth a second glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to try and make sense of the fact that there are no such things as happy endings because fairytale romances are only childhood illusions we carry with us till our older years because confrontation with reality frightens us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to understand that there is beauty in everything and stop believing so much in love because no matter how close I get to it, it’s all just an illusion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could understand my own theories, comprehend my own lessons, learn from my own mistakes but I am so horribly stubburn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep reaching for people that aren’t there, things that don’t exist, emotions that are all make-believe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will I ever learn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How far does my heart have to break before I grow up and stop dreaming childhood happy endings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will I ever learn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 AM Poetry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Love, Question mark”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tear these thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right out of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will simply bite my tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and modestly whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“of coarse, dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in love with you”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am at great risk of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;heartbreak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;font size="4"&gt;happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:3829</id>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-06-04T14:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T21:55:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T21:55:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can barely look at you now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I don't know how to be brave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every word I'd like to say to you would just be false, mustered up courage&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;because really I have so much to say and so little time to say it all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know, I am too late.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whenever I am alone with you, you've got me collecting all the fragile reasons why I've fallen for you,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but you just say they are flaws that are simply not worth my time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And all your friends, they're always calling your name&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it's just not the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whatever happened to all that makes you happy?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've become so necsient to the saying&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I just want to be friends"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the more you repeat yourself, the more I begin to see this is so normal for you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'd like to tell you she's real pretty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it is a nepotism I cannot confess&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;because I want it to be my heart over hers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;So many robust feelings I have for you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;everyday I am forced to fake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the nights I spent with you complaining you were not mine&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have become so clear and so postulate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Allow me to conjure up the strength to tell you;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I care, that I want more and more..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you may just roll your eyes and say;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Such a sarcastic, rigmarole speech"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I will mean every word.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You don't need to give me an explanation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know exactly what you mean.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally it's become so clear to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;( So I'll bite my lip in vain and end it quick with good riddance and a word of advice&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I'll give up on my pride.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am only trying to be nice )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You've become someone I cannot comprehend, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we're at such a state of being young&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;we've become so oblivious to the other's feelings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you see this too?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;My heart is held loosely in your hands&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and you're too vigorous to understand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. You're right;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing's the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like to pretend my modesty charms you,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I see you don't fit as properly as you look.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I've been such a good citizen, as I have a friend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but the circumstances are misplaced in the puzzle of time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been so naive..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;So be unkind and reckless.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll feel safer tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will not be made a fool&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;or a coward&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;or a robot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will admire in the shadows and not in public.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your face is so much more lovely when you understand that you don't know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's face it;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is never what you wanted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she's beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;You both deserve each other's happiness&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I will watch you change, unrecognizable friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll be strangers as all start out&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but if I ever forget your laugh&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am sure you'll remind me what it sounds like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emptiness will drown in our conversations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but at least I know you're satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, the things we do to hold in our tears;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;a deceptive appearance of happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your heart is cold&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;but your vanity is distracting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;take my hand&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;take my heart&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;take my thoughts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;your modesty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;is camouflaged&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;you're taking all the boys up&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;on every dare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;you've rolled the dice &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;twice&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and you're keeping all the&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;unlucky numbers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;"such cliches",&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;you say&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;you say&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;you say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:3391</id>
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    <title>These Kids Are Deprived of REAL Music</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T18:20:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T18:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Download: &lt;br /&gt;Kimya Dawson &lt;br /&gt;M.I.A &lt;br /&gt;Morrissey &lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves &lt;br /&gt;The Morning After Girls &lt;br /&gt;Pharrell &lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall &lt;br /&gt;Blood Brothers &lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene &lt;br /&gt;Metric &lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party &lt;br /&gt;Giant Drag &lt;br /&gt;Eazy E &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING DOWNLOADING:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey &lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Good [ Mainstream Bands]&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;City and Colour&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;BrightEyes&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER download:&lt;br /&gt;Pussy Cat Dolls</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:3266</id>
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    <title>Anthems Of A Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T18:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T18:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="2"&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back &lt;br /&gt;Can't you come back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all gone got your makeup on and you're not coming back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath &lt;br /&gt;Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath &lt;br /&gt;Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath &lt;br /&gt;Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone (dream about me) &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone (dream about me) &lt;br /&gt;Park that car, drop that phone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that &lt;br /&gt;Now you're all gone got your makeup on and you're not coming back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-06-04T10:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T18:01:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T18:01:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.ct.gov/dot/lib/dot/images/ihighwaysafety/cardrk.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-06-02T07:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T14:04:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T14:04:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eazy E- Boys In Tha Hood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate hate hate..when i allow the littlest things to ruin my day. like getting on my trampoline, right after it rains and my butt gets all wet. or my oreo slipping out of my hands and falling into my milk. freaking sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.. when the guy you like says something so stupid, you think "well, wow..he's just an idiot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks sometimes. doesnt it? you kinda just gotta deal..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:2420</id>
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    <title>"You broke my heart, man. Oh, you didn't know?"</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T13:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T13:44:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Teenage Love Song by Rilo Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;All things in life that seem to be the most simple, turn out to be the most complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be able to look myself in the eye everyday and tell myself these lies that I do.&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning somedays, I ask myself;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to be today, and for whom?&lt;br /&gt;It's because I don't know how to be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let people in and see the real me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so afraid of having my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;My life just passing by..&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've showed who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;But life is complicated like that.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever really knows what they want or need in order to be fufilled and content in their days, their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking it's so easy to just change, so easy to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Except when you've no will left, you cannot very well help yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you damn sure will not succomb to anyone's efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try to see&lt;br /&gt;then you'll know;&lt;br /&gt;I never claimed&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out&lt;br /&gt;Scream,&lt;br /&gt;if it's all you have left&lt;br /&gt;if it's what you really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side of the world,&lt;br /&gt;I will hear you&lt;br /&gt;and laugh to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell you;&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're cold and lonely, baby:&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I can live my life exactly how it was planned or I can keep breaking the rules; like I have been lately.&lt;br /&gt;I can either hurt now or hurt later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart occupies 80% of my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It over powers my thoughts, so I am constantly doing what I think is best,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes what's best isn't always the most logical.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am constantly waking up lonely and disliking the person I am..&lt;br /&gt;It's always such a momentary thing though, because my mind is constantly relying on other sources to make itself up.&lt;br /&gt;It is not good at making choices and is always concerned with matters of consequence.&lt;br /&gt;But never warns me till I make the frightening mistakes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to suddenly go deaf and dumb&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;would people still speak to me with such lovely words in such a beautiful tone&lt;br /&gt;and would I still smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love with "hello"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:2154</id>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-05-28T11:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T18:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-28T18:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;They say I am the one who caused such a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;but in Reality, all I do is think of him.&lt;br /&gt;( I will never love another so sweetly )&lt;br /&gt;No screams. No cries. No goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;Just the horrible, lonely feeling of his absence.&lt;br /&gt;The heart doesn't always grow fonder, but mine did.&lt;br /&gt;It would burst with such sad secrets, if it was not writting them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of him keep coming into my mind throughout my day and I've realized it's because I have nothing else to hold so tightly onto.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else but barely vivid memories of&amp;nbsp;a non exsistant love to hold in my hands&lt;br /&gt;and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart that had once been so niave and so weak is now rarely bright. It escapes from any beauty of light&lt;br /&gt;because it is so afraid of heartbreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It is still chasing the past, the past it never really had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know myself anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I never really did&lt;br /&gt;and today is not the right day to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so wrapped up in my own pain?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just laugh at these words of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have an awful day, like the ones I've been having&lt;br /&gt;and think of them and smile&lt;br /&gt;even if my whole world is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet a stranger who loves life so much&lt;br /&gt;that he does not understand or even see my own pain.&lt;br /&gt;A stranger who falls in love with me&lt;br /&gt;because he has the slightest bit if hope that I will be content enough in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;and in my own heart&lt;br /&gt;to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this stranger I have explained to you&lt;br /&gt;I am so envious of&lt;br /&gt;in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I want to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;The people I am jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;The carefree livers of life whome appreciate everyday&lt;br /&gt;and do the best they can to savor every damn second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someday&lt;br /&gt;someday, I will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>a [sad ] unsent letter.</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T22:48:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T22:51:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my love:&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;i've silenced myself&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;( i will say that so &lt;br /&gt;many times in this letter&lt;br /&gt;until you understand, you see )&lt;br /&gt;no one &lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;loved me like you once did.&lt;br /&gt;no one &lt;br /&gt;ever &lt;br /&gt;made me smile &lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;or filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;so full with such a love.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever taught me&lt;br /&gt;all those beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;about faith&lt;br /&gt;and friendship&lt;br /&gt;and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;i miss your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;i want to ask you&lt;br /&gt;"why not me?"&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;you'll only answer in short&lt;br /&gt;because you'll have a hard time&lt;br /&gt;explaining yourself&lt;br /&gt;you always did..&lt;br /&gt;and i havent seen you&lt;br /&gt;in so long&lt;br /&gt;i fear i'm starting to forget&lt;br /&gt;the best parts of you&lt;br /&gt;that i once knew&lt;br /&gt;so well.&lt;br /&gt;that i might &lt;br /&gt;not ever know or understand again&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it is my fault&lt;br /&gt;that we are complete strangers now&lt;br /&gt;and nothing i could ever say&lt;br /&gt;will bring you back&lt;br /&gt;or bring us back&lt;br /&gt;to where we once were&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and i was too blind&lt;br /&gt;and too afraid &lt;br /&gt;to just say so.&lt;br /&gt;'cause that's one thing we both could agree on.&lt;br /&gt;please hear me out&lt;br /&gt;i really can understand &lt;br /&gt;if you say&lt;br /&gt;"i don't want to talk to you"&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.</content>
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    <title>about a boy</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T02:21:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T02:21:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i met a boy last night.&lt;br /&gt;he came to danielle's house to party with us.&lt;br /&gt;and he's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;and shy.&lt;br /&gt;and he listens to broken social scene and kanye west.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked about music and everything and got high.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought he was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;his name is pat.&lt;br /&gt;and he has a nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;i love those funny guys.&lt;br /&gt;and he's tall...&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw him i thought he was emo.&lt;br /&gt;but he's not.&lt;br /&gt;he only listens to city and colour.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and he plays the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;and the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like being single.&lt;br /&gt;and love.. &lt;br /&gt;or anything close to it&lt;br /&gt;is such a scary concept.</content>
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    <title>somebody's gettin' on mah nervez!</title>
    <published>2006-05-11T19:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-11T19:09:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the g-g-g-ame bitches!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I get really tired of the same people.&lt;br /&gt;People just get on my nerves easily.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too nice to tell them the truth.&lt;br /&gt;So I bite my tongue and thinking bitchy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle dyed my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't look emo.</content>
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    <title>gunsmokexxx @ 2006-05-10T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T22:54:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T22:54:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gold Lion by Yeah Yeah Yeahs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was sick again today. It kind of sucks. I hate school but I hate being stuck at home with nothing to do but listen to the same tracks over and over again. I think I'm going to make my father buy me an Ipod, because I'm hardcore enough to steal music from all my favourite artists. No, I just need one. I can bum them off freshmens forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody wants me to go to the Fall Out Boy show with him on Saturday. He says his Aunt lives around there and we can get crunk before the show and go in her hottub because apparently she lives in some McMansion. Which is hip and all. I kind of like Cody. It's hard because he's friends with my brother so I know him more like a brother. If that makes any sense. I've always had a crush on him and he was the only guy that wasn't scared to talk to me after Cory and I broke up. And he actually talked to me and even though I was drunk 80% of the time, I enjoyed it because he's really nice and really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I skipped Law class and watched 3 natives put a native pride flag in a tree. The looks on Mrs. Alho's and Mr. Aire's faces were priceless. It's ironic how life works, I bet if they could get their hands on a white power flag it'd be up in a tree right now. Mr. Boardman saw me after lunch too. I tried to go unnoticed but I was shoving half a cookie in my mouth and laugh at the same time so I guess he saw me and smiled at me and I tried to look as innocent as possible. I won't get in trouble though because my mom talked to him not to long ago, and she told him what I've been going through.. and people sympathize too easily. And I hate empathy and I hate when people fake it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is really random because I drank a lot of energy today to get my mind off, how ill I feel and those two cute *NEW* guys I've been thinking about and how my father is trying really, really hard to get me into music and my internship at a recording studio and how I told him I want to model and he said it's sinful. What Daddy doesn't know isn't going to hurt him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:814</id>
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    <title>OMGZ! SHE'S NOT DEAD!</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T23:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T23:12:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">KHIA LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-jealous&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-jealous&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-jealous&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-j-ealous&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad ass bitch&lt;br /&gt;And let you know I ain't with that bullshit&lt;br /&gt;You get me wrong I'ma go off in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;His shit, your shiy, y'all shit&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I'm trying to do is keep it real&lt;br /&gt;And let you broads really know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm not askin, I'm demanding for respect&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, respect me when I come through&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking good tan skin wit my crew&lt;br /&gt;And brush you off cause you flaw who you&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to see trust the speed girl you weak&lt;br /&gt;Do your thang its your thang don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;The men I got the men you don't, I'm not to blame&lt;br /&gt;The style I got the style you know I'm onto you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you's a hoe, a jealous hoe, you know it too&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Now you hoes don't be about shit (j-j-jealous,j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You type of hoes ain't gon never have shit (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;(Them jealous girls)&lt;br /&gt;Jealous girl and you know it too&lt;br /&gt;You arguing with your man fighting about me boo&lt;br /&gt;If he ain't home you call him swearin' he's wit me&lt;br /&gt;And yes he is, we in jacuzzis and the baddest suites&lt;br /&gt;You breakin' bread givin' head and you hatin' me&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking good representing while you hating me&lt;br /&gt;Hate your man he the dog and he dogging you&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting mine let if fly out your mind your boo&lt;br /&gt;Get it right don't be jealous hating plotting on me&lt;br /&gt;Its your man you leave the dip if you ain't want it to be&lt;br /&gt;With his games and his lies got you jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;Got you walk right by late night to see&lt;br /&gt;His car parked outside, done blowed ya high&lt;br /&gt;Got you fucking up the shit got you wanting to fight&lt;br /&gt;Pimp when I turn em loose you grow jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it is I'm doing why he wanting to leave&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Now you hoes don't be about shit (j-j-jealous,j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You type of hoes ain't gon never have shit (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;(Them jealous girls)&lt;br /&gt;Bitches think I wonder woman wanna holla to this&lt;br /&gt;How else the fresh young single I'm the baddest bitch&lt;br /&gt;Its mine all the time y'all be losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find out what I'm doing know the place and the time&lt;br /&gt;Get a life dumb bitch why you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Get your own shit bitch I hear you plotting on me&lt;br /&gt;My shit's together got it all never takin the fall&lt;br /&gt;Air time much love trying to word it all&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Now you hoes don't be about shit (j-j-jealous,j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You type of hoes ain't gon never have shit (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;(Them Jealous girls)&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Now you hoes don't be about shit (j-j-jealous,j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;You type of hoes ain't gon never have shit (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch (j-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)&lt;br /&gt;(Them jealous girls)&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-jealous&lt;br /&gt;J-j-jealous, J-j-jealous</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gunsmokexxx:522</id>
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    <title>Who am I? Why am I here? Why the fuck am I so damn stubburn about reality?</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T00:25:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T00:25:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Off by heart by City and Colour</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I watch all these "reality" TV shows and I think "That's not realistic at all. Reality is so much more far stretched and fucked up than that". And it's true.&lt;br /&gt;  In the past 3 years of my life, I've learned that 'Live fast, Stay pretty' isn't all what it's cracked up to be and all the things I thought I knew and thought were right are simply, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;  Reality, the future, the present, this world..it's all so scary. I will admit now, because I never would before, I am afraid. However, all of reality, life, everything, it is what it is and there are somethings that can't be changed, perhaps, never.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm seventeen now. I am still so young but at the end of the day I always feel like I missed so many good songs on the radio or forget to say all the right things, instead said all the wrong. At the end of the day I feel like I grew up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;  Is this the whole point? That feeling? When I am a grown up and frigid and lonely will I still look back at the end of the day and feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some wit ( funny quotes ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not throw the baby out with the bath water"- Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh to boy on bus: What did you smoke a recess?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh: Let's try it this way; What kind of crack did your mother give you for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh ( down the halls of CSS )&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Emo detector turned on. ( turns to group of 9th graders ). DING!DING!DING!D-D-D-D..What the hells. You emosexuals broke it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still in my system- Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was the bus driver when a joke starts out talking about a nun, a hippi and Jesus, the bus driver had to be the one getting ass fucked!- Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought the cellphone/dildo story was an urban legand- Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Dre from the dirty souff- Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my freezer cos I was gon' make myself some Lean Cousine. Than I says ' Screw dat, Imma make myself some chicken wing- Ashleigh/Dre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre to police officer: We were going to jump a fence but then we thought you'd tazer us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now the van has dimples- James ( Consoling Candice after she dents her parents vehicle )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh to Amanda during a game of Truth or Dare: Truth or dare? ( thinks ) Can I phone a friend? ( turns to Amanda ) Hello, I'm playing Truth or Dare. WHICH ONE DO I PICK? TRUTH OR DARE?</content>
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    <title>Somtimes.</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T23:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T23:16:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Save Your Scissors by City and Colour</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes our most painful events that take place in our lives can turn out to be our most intimate of relationships. I look back on it all and I thought everything would go on forever. I'm really niave like that. I thought the summer would never end and I'd know, everyday, that I'd see his smile and that I would laugh with him over the silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;They're all shouting my name and telling me to do this, do that, say this, say that. And I just want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to that time. A time where everything was perfect and I didn't know what it was like to have to say goodbye, or to not be able to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to say goodbye to the ones I love?&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is really sick. He has cancer and he is getting surgery on Thursday. They're not sure if he is going to make it or not. I like to pretend that everything will be okay, but I know how it always goes.</content>
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