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  <title>Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone?</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 22:43:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/90934.html</link>
  <description>this year has been the worst and greatest year of my life. &lt;br /&gt;of all the things i&apos;ve learned, the greatest would probably be that i am who i am and that i shouldn&apos;t apologize for it and those who love me and want to see me happy and want me to live my own life on my terms shouldn&apos;t expect me to apologize for it. &lt;br /&gt;i lost my best friend this year. really, it was just her physical presence i lost, the rest was gone long ago. not feeling guilty for her death was the biggest struggle i&apos;ve had to overcome. i knew everything. she told me everything. i did not slap her or call her mom or stop talking to her. i listened and tried to help her and gave her advice and watched her die, both of us knowing it was coming. she called me a couple of days before it happened and i knew she didn&apos;t have long. i&apos;m not upset about it anymore. i&apos;m sure wherever she is, she&apos;s much happier now than she ever was in this fucked up world. i don&apos;t know if i believe in heaven anymore, but she lived her life with so much pain and heartache, with a burden so large resting on her shoulders and that&apos;s gone. she was always an angel, now she can fly. i cried when i heard and the night after and at her funeral and i haven&apos;t cried since. i refuse to mourn her death because she would never have wanted that, she would have hated seeing me in pain and i know she understands how i dealt with it. i know she understood my desire to get high, to make things a little easier. i know she understood why i couldn&apos;t go to the candle-lighting ceremony. i know she understood why i needed to take a road &apos;trip&apos; and do something incredibly stupid so that, if only for a short while, i wasn&apos;t thinking about her and i was laughing and having one of the best nights of my life. if she had been here, she would have loved it and i&apos;m positive that she would have preferred me laughing my ass off in a bi-lo parking lot to ripping my hair out from guilt and sadness over something we both knew was would happen eventually. i hate that i couldn&apos;t help her, i hate that she couldn&apos;t be saved, but i will not blame myself, i will not blame her, i will not blame god or her parents or clayton. it was her choice and i&apos;m happier now that i know she no longer has to live with that weight.&lt;br /&gt;along with my best friend, i lost my dog as well. this was much less of tragedy in the grand scheme of things, but hurt nonetheless. strangely, missy and kristen were in very similar situations. both were sick and almost had to die to be released from all the hurt they were going through. my dad put her down himself. he actually held her in his arms and killed her. he told me he cried and i&apos;ve never seen my dad cry before. it made me respect him so much more for his strength. i never would have been able to do that, but it had to be done and he knew that and he did it for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;i am now an aunt, which is the greatest positive in anything that&apos;s happened this year. he is beautiful and perfect and unexpected and i love him more than i thought possible. he makes everything a little brighter and i know that no matter what&apos;s happening, i can look at his puffy little face and remember that amazing things can still happen and that bad situations aren&apos;t always all bad. my sister&apos;s pregnancy caused so much chaos and anger, only to result in something so incredible. and, as pessimistic as i am, it has forced me to remember that there&apos;s always a silver lining. in life and in death. &lt;br /&gt;i graduated high school. something i honestly worried wouldn&apos;t happen. i proved to myself and everybody that, although i rarely attended school, smoked a shit ton of weed, and slacked off throughout high school, i was still smart enough to find a way around it. i did enough to ensure that i had a great time senior year. i was certainly no honor student, but i graduated and got into not one, but two colleges of my choice. i did not throw high school away. i got every experience out of it i could, not all good and not all educational, but worth it. &lt;br /&gt;college has taught me more than i ever would have thought, if that doesn&apos;t sound too corny, and little of it has been in the classroom. i did a lot of things that a lot of people would look down upon and would judge me for, things i would normally lie about, even to some of my closest friends. but, like i said, i have learned to stop apologizing for myself. i am who i am and i do what i do and i&apos;m not going to stop and i&apos;m not going to feel bad about it because this past semester has been the greatest of my life and i know it would not have been quite as much fun had it not been for the drugs i did and the people i met and the stupid decisions i&apos;ve made. i rolled and tripped and smoked my way through school and it was great. i&apos;ve read more in the last 3 months than i did my entire senior year and none of the books were required. i met some amazing people and let go of a lot of my past. i&apos;ve re-prioritized everything and i now know that school is not what&apos;s important. i want to learn and enjoy doing so, but grades don&apos;t matter and reflect nothing about a person&apos;s intelligence. rules are set in place to keep the majority, those who follow them, in line, but are meant to be broken and it&apos;s not always a negative thing. i&apos;ve learned that just because someone in power demands respect, doesn&apos;t mean they deserve it and that sometimes the greatest experiences come from breaking the rules, i know that most of mine have. i&apos;ve learned that dependence is one of the greatest downfalls a person can fall into and i can honestly say that, besides cigarettes, i am dependent on nothing and no one. i do not need drugs or people and i&apos;ve learned to enjoy them without living for them. i&apos;ve grown to love music and literature and that&apos;s what keeps me sane (if you can still call me sane), not what i do or who i&apos;m around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristen: i will always love you for everything that you taught me and for the light you radiated whenever i was around you. you did not live or die in vain and i hope that you know that. if nothing else, you made me a better person and you taught me the meaning of strength and you will always be my best friend. i will never forget you. &lt;br /&gt;mark: thank you for loving me so much. i know you will always be there for me and that provides me with more comfort than you could ever know. i love where we are right now and i hope we can remain here and i hope you know how grateful i am for everything you&apos;ve given me. &lt;br /&gt;missa: i&apos;m honestly kind of surprised we&apos;ve lasted so long. i can tell you anything and everything and you know the depths of my insanity and you still love me, as i do you. i&apos;m happy that you&apos;ve learned to let me make my own mistakes and that you can see that i&apos;m smart enough to do it well. i&apos;m proud of what you&apos;ve done and that you haven&apos;t let life beat you down. thank you for letting me be your best friend and for continuing to be mine. &lt;br /&gt;eli: i will always think of you as my other half. you have provided me with some of my greatest memories and you have taught me so much. i don&apos;t know what i would have done this past year without you or who i would be and i&apos;m happy i&apos;ll never have to know. i love you. i hate you. i thank you. &lt;br /&gt;liz: i know i haven&apos;t been the friend you&apos;ve needed and i want to apologize for that. i realized i couldn&apos;t be there for you when i had so much of my own shit to deal with and i&apos;m sorry we&apos;ve lost touch. i can feel us drifting apart and i know i&apos;m to blame. i&apos;m sorry things don&apos;t seem to be going very well for you and i hope that you can find happiness. i still love you and i will always be thankful for every single letter and phone conversation and i will always consider you my best friend. maybe we can eventually rekindle what we had, though i know it&apos;ll never be quite the same, but either way i want you to know that you are beautiful and smart and amazing and i hope that you don&apos;t allow life to beat that out of you and that you remember those things. know that no matter how stupid boys are or how bitchy your friends can be, you are something.&lt;br /&gt;terra: i&apos;m sorry that i disappointed you. i know that kristen&apos;s funeral was probably the last time i&apos;ll see you and i&apos;m sorry that the image of me that you left with wasn&apos;t what you wanted. i have changed and so have you and i&apos;m just as disappointed by it as you are. i won&apos;t apologize for anything i did or said, but i&apos;m sorry you weren&apos;t ok with it. we all have different habits and beliefs and ours aren&apos;t the same, but they never were. i guess the years have just brought them out more in us. i don&apos;t consider smoking weed to be wrong and i have not wasted anything in doing so and i&apos;m sorry you can&apos;t see that. my goals and aspirations have changed since i knew you, but i still have them and i&apos;m still working towards something. i am in control of my life and i have not stopped caring about my friends or family. they know what i do and they still love me and i only wish you felt the same. &lt;br /&gt;brycen: you are perfect in every way and i know that you&apos;ll grow to be someone great. i don&apos;t know what&apos;s gonna happen with you or your family but i know you&apos;ll always be loved and taken care of. i want you to experience everything life has to offer and i thank you for reminding me how good it can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per nex adveho vita. per usus adveho scientia.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 05:03:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/90313.html</link>
  <description>i am entirely too self conscious. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s beginning to bother me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly from the ledge, babe&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not the one you want, babe&lt;br /&gt;I will only let you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you&apos;re lookin&apos; for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will promise never to part&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his eyes for you&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will die for you an&apos; more&lt;br /&gt;But it ain&apos;t me, babe&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain&apos;t me babe&lt;br /&gt;It ain&apos;t me you&apos;re lookin&apos; for, babe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 01:54:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>and she stopped crying in her sleep&lt;br /&gt;and she stopped walking in her sleep&lt;br /&gt;and she stopped sleeping in her sleep, too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 03:05:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I &lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 03:30:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m sorry you seem so stumped&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m sorry you think you have to hold your tongue&lt;br /&gt;When your so pretty and smart&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m seeing you caving in&lt;br /&gt;Becoming afraid of all these men&lt;br /&gt;That you&apos;ve given your heart</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 16:12:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i have no idea what this means or how to feel about it. &lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t understand why people have such terrible timing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 09:50:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/86999.html</link>
  <description>it&apos;s 4:38 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and i have school in, like, 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;i hate not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized today that i&apos;m terribly behind on everything&lt;br /&gt;my financial aid shit is due TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;i have to finish my scholarship application by TODAY&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea how i&apos;m going to get it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to the realization today that my life is way too cluttered and disorganized and i think that&apos;s whats fucking with me the most. i really need to get my shit together. i&apos;m going to get my shit together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i say that a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s just so much shit going on right now. i have so much on my mind. there are things i can&apos;t talk to really anyone about and they&apos;re really beginning to weigh on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much brighter note: i have over 300 dollars in my bank account right now. i have never been able to say that and it feels really good. i plan on blowing a big chunk of that today. i think i need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit i want to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother&apos;s birthday is coming up. and with it the anniversary of my &quot;incident&quot;. i&apos;ve decided that i&apos;m going to do something amazing for her. just because last year i did probably the worst thing i could have done to celebrate another year in the life of the woman who gave birth to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m pretty sure i&apos;m dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way things were over the summer. it makes me really sad to know that i haven&apos;t seen or talked to sophia in a really long time. no one&apos;s to blame for us drifting apart. she got a girlfriend, i started working a lot more, these things happen. we&apos;re hanging out on sunday. i&apos;m actually kind of scared. i guess that&apos;s weird. i just hate those awkward moments when you come face to face with someone who used to be a big part of your life but knows so very little about anything that&apos;s been going on with you. we&apos;ll see how this works itself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i&apos;m going to try to take ahold of this last hour of sleep i might get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mr. sandman&lt;br /&gt;bring me a dream</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 22:10:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/86612.html</link>
  <description>hi. i haven&apos;t written in this in a while. so... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;life&apos;s been alright. idk... things have gotten a little bit harder. it&apos;s becoming really difficult to juggle everything but i&apos;m getting by. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been picking up a lot more hours at work which is always good because that means more money. im working about 5 days a week now which, needless to say, is much better than the two i was working a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;my grades had a bit of a slip which really sucks because i&apos;m getting back into the mindset that there&apos;s no way i&apos;m going to get into college. i failed english. and i&apos;m pretty sure i didn&apos;t do so hot in psych either. it really fucking sucks, though. i do well on all of my assignments, it&apos;s always just those couple i never did that fucks me up. i guess there&apos;s nothing i can do about it now. fuck. &lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what&apos;s going on with my relationships lately. it seems like since i&apos;ve gotten my license there&apos;s been something of a shift. i love it because i&apos;ve been able to see people i haven&apos;t seen in a really long time like lauren and mitchell but... idk. i haven&apos;t talked to kristen barely at all... or liz. and i&apos;m out of the house all the time. not that it makes much of a difference seeing as i&apos;m home now and i&apos;m still not doing shit. &lt;br /&gt;but today was good. actually... today was amazing. it was so gorgeous outside and i didn&apos;t do anything. i literally went to school for, like, an hour and then left, came back, then left again, then came back. it sounds ridiculous but i love the freedom. i love being able to bring my friends mcdonalds or chinese and just sit through the lunches and go hang out with mitchell. i&apos;m so happy i got to see that kid. it&apos;d been way too long since we&apos;d hung out. &lt;br /&gt;me and mr.brown have worked out something of a system. he just kind of lets me come and go as i please and i don&apos;t park in the student parking lot so that he doesn&apos;t have to open and close the gates whenever i want to go. i haven&apos;t had to buy a parking pass and i haven&apos;t gotten a ticket. freedom is such a wonderous thing. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m pretty sure joyce hates me now. &lt;br /&gt;i haven&apos;t been sleeping very well, again. it really is becoming a problem. and i fucking lost the melatonin that missa gave me. i&apos;m such a dumbshit. &lt;br /&gt;idk. im tired. &lt;br /&gt;i think i&apos;m gonna take a nap until sophia calls for me to come get her at the mechanic.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 06:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/86093.html</link>
  <description>i like that i can feel like shit and not feel the urge to call anyone anymore. i like that i can be alone and make myself feel better all on my own. i like that whiteside thinks i&apos;m smart. i like that i stayed home all day and didn&apos;t fight with my family not once. i like that even though there are a lot of things i hate right now, i&apos;m writing about things i like. i like that i&apos;m letting go instead of causing conflict. i like that i&apos;m babysitting on sunday. i like that right now, academically, i feel good about the way things are going. i like that i can smoke downstairs in my living room. i like that i haven&apos;t talked to any of my friends all day. i like that without brushing my teeth or showering all day, i looked in the mirror and felt pretty. i like that i got to sleep in until 2:30 today while everyone else had to be at school. i like that my parents didn&apos;t care that i slept in until 2:30 today instead of going to school. i like being celebate and not having to worry about boys. i like that i&apos;m not doing anything this weekend because i have an sat to take, work to be at, and babysitting to do. i like that i&apos;m busy a lot. i like apples. i like that i no longer care that you may or may not be reading this. i like that i no longer care what people think. i like that i no longer care at all. i like being a virgin again. i like being able to declare my re-virginizing. i like sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m going to sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 03:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>you&apos;re really starting to make me hate you for what you&apos;re doing. i feel like it&apos;s all on purpose. and even if it&apos;s not... it&apos;s a huge fucking coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m thinking i need a new scene.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 20:22:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/85655.html</link>
  <description>i feel like i&apos;m losing my grip on everything. i don&apos;t know how to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;today it just kind of hit me and i have so much shit to do and i feel like i&apos;m being pulled in a million directions at once. &lt;br /&gt;my friends are pulling me. they don&apos;t mean to, but they are and i don&apos;t know how to juggle it all. &lt;br /&gt;my mom&apos;s pulling me to get all of my shit with my room together. fuck that. &lt;br /&gt;school&apos;s pulling me. i only have 6 fucking classes and i still feel overwhelmed. no more missing school for kierra. at least not for a while. &lt;br /&gt;work. that&apos;s all i&apos;m gonna say about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m getting into that mood again. that mood that scares me because i don&apos;t know what it&apos;ll be this time. &lt;br /&gt;i guess it&apos;s all the same, though. &lt;br /&gt;i need a break. some type of release. i need to make some bad decisions. &lt;br /&gt;i have to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing time&lt;br /&gt;open all the doors and let you out into the world&lt;br /&gt;closing time&lt;br /&gt;turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gather up your jackets&lt;br /&gt;move it to the exits&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have found a friend&lt;br /&gt;closing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;every new beginning comes from some other beginning&apos;s end&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 04:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate this place. &lt;br /&gt;the only motivation i have anymore is to get as far away from here as possible. &lt;br /&gt;school is going to suck. &lt;br /&gt;i have recently realized that whenever i get excited about things, they find a way to fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;or i find a way to fuck them up&lt;br /&gt;or my father finds a way to fuck them up. &lt;br /&gt;today was going to be amazing. &lt;br /&gt;and not an hour after i stopped crying a went downstairs he asked me to get him a soda. &lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is, i actually did it. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he could possibly know how much i want to please him&lt;br /&gt;how much i just want him to be proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;and yet i live for the nights when he has to work and i don&apos;t have to see him. &lt;br /&gt;i guess when you surround yourself with shit and fuck up as often as i do, things like this are bound to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey now, i wouldn&apos;t wanna display this &quot;woe-is-me&quot; attitude i seem to have so often so, i&apos;m gonna go to sleep and stop feeling sorry for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, lauren. &lt;br /&gt;there are no words to describe how much i love you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 23:25:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/84940.html</link>
  <description>i feel as though my head has become this dryer and... everything is just tumbling around and around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up, &lt;br /&gt;honey i hope you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t think clearly and i keep making these stupid fucking mistakes. the tiniest fucking things and i&apos;m not even capable of doing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m so fucking tired of not knowing what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go somewhere; anywhere. i want something new just so i can appreciate all of this. right now, i can&apos;t seem to find it&apos;s true value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, distance has no way&lt;br /&gt;of making love&lt;br /&gt;understandable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that feeling of excitement. things have gotten too routine. you all know how i hate routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like i&apos;ll never be happy with what i have b/c i always get bored. i can&apos;t expect the old things i love to remain new, can i? it&apos;s as though the minute that comfortable happiness sets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s forget about the tongue-tied lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s undress just like cross-eyed strangers&lt;br /&gt;This is not a joke, so please stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I said it didn&apos;t hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i am trying to break your heart.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:32:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/84484.html</link>
  <description>last night made me realize a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;last night you gave me the courage i needed to take a step in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;last night you were the only one i could call and the only one i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know the last time i&apos;ve trusted anyone this much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know if i ever really admitted this to you but i am&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m really fucking scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of what&apos;s happening&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of what could happen&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of being dependant again&lt;br /&gt;or that i already am&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of you letting me down&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of being happy&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared that it won&apos;t be everything i hope it will be&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared of losing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m constantly living in fear of change&lt;br /&gt;in fear of everything&lt;br /&gt;i hate it but... it keeps me from getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;if i think myself out of everything i never allow myself to be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what i want anymore&lt;br /&gt;ha, like i ever do&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m waiting for the answer to appear right in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;but i know that&apos;s never gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;probably because the answer&apos;s been there all along&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m just looking too hard to actually find it&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see what&apos;s right in front of my face</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:34:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sophia loves me alot, because she says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s so thankful for me and she&apos;s really happy that we hang out alot.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 05:35:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/84192.html</link>
  <description>i would give you all the love i have if only i thought it would make a difference. if only i thought it could make you forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is jonas&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m carrying the wheel&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all you&apos;ve shown us&lt;br /&gt;this is how we feel&lt;br /&gt;come sit next to me&lt;br /&gt;pour yourself some tea&lt;br /&gt;just like grandma made&lt;br /&gt;when we couldn&apos;t find sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;things were better then&lt;br /&gt;once but never again.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 06:18:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/83503.html</link>
  <description>come to me now and lay your hands over me&lt;br /&gt;even if it&apos;s a lie&lt;br /&gt;say it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;and i shall believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been strange lately. my life feels as though it&apos;s changed in some drastic way and yet... it&apos;s as though everything&apos;s exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken in two and i know you&apos;re onto me&lt;br /&gt;that i only come home&lt;br /&gt;when i&apos;m so all alone&lt;br /&gt;but i do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did i become so scared of being hurt. when did i become so cautious? i guess after making so many mistakes and hurting so many people you grow something of a conscience. or just a shitload of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that not everything is gonna be the way you think it oughta be&lt;br /&gt;seems like everytime i try to make it right it all comes down on me&lt;br /&gt;please say honestly &lt;br /&gt;you won&apos;t give up on me&lt;br /&gt;and i shall believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and i have... we&apos;re... i don&apos;t know how to describe what&apos;s going on with us. sometimes he just gets so angry. and he knows precisely how to make me feel like the most shit but... he surprises the hell out of me. there are those times when he can laugh and joke through the anger and i just can&apos;t believe he&apos;s the same person he was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open the door and show me your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;i know its true&lt;br /&gt;no one heals me like you&lt;br /&gt;and you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told last night and it&apos;s as though there&apos;s a black boy inside of me. metaphorically, of course. it seems my views on love and the world and relationships and... well, the brand of cigarettes i smoke have brought across a completely different persona than what i actually am. i&apos;m sorry i have to be this way with you. i really do trust you more than anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again would i turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m so heavy tonight&lt;br /&gt;but your love is alright&lt;br /&gt;and i do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i&apos;d never do what was done to me. i love you too much to make that mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that not everything is gonna be the way you think it oughta be&lt;br /&gt;seems like everytime i try to make it right it all comes down on me&lt;br /&gt;please say honestly&lt;br /&gt;you won&apos;t give up on me&lt;br /&gt;and i shall believe</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 17:42:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/83340.html</link>
  <description>i&apos;m back. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasn&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;i forgot how amazing it is to get away from everything. &lt;br /&gt;i was right, it was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;i barely talked to anyone and i&apos;m not sorry for getting out of touch. i needed it. i needed to get away from every negative thought that follows me around and creeps up when i&apos;m trying to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i didn&apos;t worry about her&lt;br /&gt;and he didn&apos;t cross my mind not once&lt;br /&gt;instead i fished&lt;br /&gt;and swam&lt;br /&gt;and ate&lt;br /&gt;i got really fat&lt;br /&gt;and completely let myself go in a way that only that lake can let me&lt;br /&gt;and it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;i barely smoked and... i didn&apos;t die like i thought i would&lt;br /&gt;i feel reconnected to a part of myself that i lost for awhile&lt;br /&gt;a part that was based on my friends or my past&lt;br /&gt;i was the good girl for week. &lt;br /&gt;for a week i was no longer the girl that od&apos;d&lt;br /&gt;or the slut&lt;br /&gt;or the smoker&lt;br /&gt;or the druggie&lt;br /&gt;i was still the ten year old they remember me as.&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s amazing to be around people that know nothing about you but know you better than almost anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll miss those stars&lt;br /&gt;until next year...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 23:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>hi there.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start off by saying how amazing my summer&apos;s been. everyone&apos;s complaining about not being able to go anywhere, i&apos;m just happy for some downtime. i did hang out with kristen yesterday, though. i LOVE her. staying up all night and coloring. stealing toilet paper from walmart. i can&apos;t believe how much i missed her. &lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people actually. i miss lauren. i haven&apos;t talked to that bitch all day. &lt;br /&gt;i leave tomorrow for illinois. i&apos;m excited, i guess. i think it&apos;ll be good for me. &lt;br /&gt;mmk, i gotta pee and there&apos;s this really hot guy on television. yumm.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 00:29:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>you sure do know how to worry me. only you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;everything is gonna be fine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2007 17:25:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m happy. it feels good to say that. &lt;br /&gt;i got a job! woot woot. at Mcallisters. i&apos;m pretty fucking excited to have something to do with my time and some money will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;the end of school is coming. needless to say i&apos;m excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;i excercised for the first time in forever today. it felt good. i almost died but, it felt good. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m excited for next year and the summer and, as strange as it sounds, even the upcoming week. &lt;br /&gt;i dunno what happened to me but it feels good to look forward to the future. &lt;br /&gt;it was as if i woke up this morning with a completely new outlook. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m definitely enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;and catch 22. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m in love with catch 22. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin up chin up &lt;br /&gt;until it touches the moon&lt;br /&gt;sad and foresaken one&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s you i&apos;m talkin to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 23:47:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/82142.html</link>
  <description>i think i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;i think you were right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i&apos;m bored. i&apos;m waiting for some search results for my senior exit thinymajig and it&apos;s deciding to take forever. &lt;br /&gt;whoa, kiss has a midget in it? or did i just see that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell it to me slow&lt;br /&gt;tell me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i re-created my myspace. mostly just to talk to hannah. it feels like it&apos;s all changed, for some reason. a lot of things have changed. maybe it&apos;s just me... i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i hung out with ave, greg, and undoland on friday. oh, and missa but she didn&apos;t stay the whole time. anyways, it reminded me how much fun you can have with new people, doing something you&apos;ve never done. it was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there aint nothing like regret&lt;br /&gt;to remind you you&apos;re alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister&apos;s back. we had a nice talk about everything and it really opened my eyes to a lot of things. i blamed sam for her separation from her family and her friends and, well me. but, really it&apos;s just that she&apos;s doing the same thing i am, finding her independence. i&apos;m actually really happy for her because even though she doesn&apos;t talk to me, or anyone as much, she&apos;s figuring shit out. and... sam makes her really happy. what more could i ask for for my beloved sister? i realized i need to get to know the guy. i can&apos;t really judge him like i have been until i know him. maybe he&apos;s not such a bad guy after all. i don&apos;t think it&apos;s so much him as much as it is all guys. it seems that he&apos;s just kind of the spokesperson for all the guys that i hate that change girls and form relationships i hate. i need to find something to make me a little less cynical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crossed the canyon a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;and never noticed what was mine&lt;br /&gt;what you remember of me tonight&lt;br /&gt;well it almost makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to stop listening to sheryl crow. its just... i can&apos;t. it&apos;s certainly a much healthier addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god breaking moon and ridiculing stars&lt;br /&gt;the older i get the closer you are&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t you got somewhere that you need to be&lt;br /&gt;instead of hanging here, making a fool of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmk... i gotta get back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could only see&lt;br /&gt;what love has made of me&lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;ll forever be in your mind&lt;br /&gt;the difficult kind</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 22:16:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>things aren&apos;t the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;they haven&apos;t been the same for a while&lt;br /&gt;i think after the &quot;incident&quot; i just kind of pretended nothing&apos;d changed and therefore, nothing did but.. i think all of this shit has just been waiting to be brought to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s not so much that im drifting away from people as much as it is that i&apos;m just drifting. &lt;br /&gt;those people i&apos;ve become accustomed to constantly talking to and being around haven&apos;t changed, but my relationships with them have. all of them. &lt;br /&gt;with the exception of maybe kristen, there&apos;s no one i really talk to anymore. &lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s no one i really want to talk to anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i seem to have gotten myself into this &quot;im just gonna get my shit done and all the extra shit can wait&quot; mood. &lt;br /&gt;and... i&apos;m okay with that. it&apos;s been working for me. &lt;br /&gt;i talked to effie for the first time in a while last night and she told me i just sounded happier, more content. &lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s not because of anyone else and... that&apos;s a first. &lt;br /&gt;i figured out how to become happy completely on my own &lt;br /&gt;and... that amazes me&lt;br /&gt;the downside is, though... i have shut everyone else out of my happiness in an attempt to get to this place&lt;br /&gt;it worries me to think that maybe it&apos;s the reason i&apos;m happy&lt;br /&gt;it could be a phase, it probably is a phase but... it&apos;s working and... i tend to stick with things that work for me&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s been, like, 2 weeks since i&apos;ve done anything &quot;bad&quot;&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s part of me that&apos;s subconsciously patting myself on the back as i type&lt;br /&gt;and then there&apos;s a part of me that&apos;s going absolutely insane. that&apos;s on the edge of my seat scratching my neck looking for some reckless decision to appear that i can run with. &lt;br /&gt;i think the real test will be when that comes. &lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say&lt;br /&gt;chained to all the places that he never wished to stay&lt;br /&gt;as he faced the sun he cast no shadow</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 02:39:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/81447.html</link>
  <description>embed media^? what the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmk, well i&apos;ve just been feelin the lj urge lately. &lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t really have much to say. i&apos;m sitting at home alone on a saturday night yet again b/c i am grounded. i should just change my name to dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;um... i&apos;m actually surprisingly happy with the ways things have been going lately. surprising b/c, well, things haven&apos;t really been going that great. &lt;br /&gt;i haven&apos;t talked to my friends much. but... that&apos;s by choice. i&apos;m realizing there are a lot of times when people just aren&apos;t very ...appetizing. &lt;br /&gt;hm.. and now i&apos;m a cannibal. &lt;br /&gt;i am, as i&apos;ve stated, grounded. but... seeing as i don&apos;t really have many people i wanna see... it&apos;s not really so bad. although, kristen was gonna come over this weekend for the first time since my parents began the i hate kristen club, which i was actually very much looking forward to. hm... too bad.&lt;br /&gt;my family has been... up and down. one minute its all fighting and crying and lecturing and the next minute its as if nothing happened. but, i guess that&apos;s to be expected with parents. &lt;br /&gt;this won&apos;t get out of my head and... i&apos;m beginning to think it&apos;ll always be somewhere in my mind, whether it be the back or the front. i&apos;m just accepting that i&apos;ll never really rid myself of it... i just gotta work past it. &lt;br /&gt;h/o, missa&apos;s calling...&lt;br /&gt;mmk, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;yeah, but anyways. i think what i&apos;m realizing is that there&apos;s a big difference between being bored with your life, which i am, and hating it, which i don&apos;t. i realized that hating my life would mean hating the decisions i&apos;ve made that have gotten me to this place and... i&apos;m trying to embrace my decisions/mistakes because well... they all have their purposes, even if i don&apos;t know what the fuck they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say high&lt;br /&gt;you say low&lt;br /&gt;you say why &lt;br /&gt;i say i don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and i say hello</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:12:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <author>bordoutofmind11@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://thewatchyouwear.livejournal.com/81154.html</link>
  <description>And it&apos;s laughter that I hear when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s one more punchline I forgot to learn&lt;br /&gt;I call you up when my bottle&apos;s dry&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m on my way to crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it&apos;s laughter that comes up when I cry for you&lt;br /&gt;And my heart may break again before it learns&lt;br /&gt;And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again&lt;br /&gt;Cause I&apos;ve gotten use to the crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;I say I&apos;ve gotten use to the crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;-i&apos;ve fallen in love with sheryl crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m in the mood for some heartbreak. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna fall so hard. i wanna hit the ground with a thud&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stop being so goddamn nice all the time&lt;br /&gt;and not always be there for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna feel alive&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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