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<title>Me.</title>
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<description>Everything that confuses me in life.  Just me.</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 21:27:39 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>&#039;Cause all of the stars...are fading away...</title>
<description> Feeling so shit.&amp;nbsp; So low.&amp;nbsp; So depressed.&amp;nbsp;   Again.   
 Why does nothing I do ever go right?&amp;nbsp; It never does.&amp;nbsp; Never. 
 I&#039;m not a bad person.&amp;nbsp; Okay, I&#039;m a paranoid, jealous, self-conscious little slut, but hey, deal with it.&amp;nbsp; I do.&amp;nbsp; And to be honest, I wouldn&#039;t give a shit if people did care.&amp;nbsp; Noone can hate me more than I hate myself.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#039;t think I believed in hate, but maybe I do.&amp;nbsp; Or whatever this feeling is towards myself isn&#039;t nice. 
 I thought I was getting over all this.&amp;nbsp; All this pain, and constantly feeling so low.&amp;nbsp; I want to be normal for once.&amp;nbsp; I want my friends to remember me as how I was before.&amp;nbsp; I could be funny then.&amp;nbsp; I could make them smile.&amp;nbsp; But now?&amp;nbsp; I feel as if I can&#039;t do anything to please them.&amp;nbsp; I know what some of them are&amp;nbsp;saying behind my back.&amp;nbsp; They don&#039;t realise how much it gets to me. 
 I want to just curl up or runaway from everyone and everything that is happening...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 21:27:39 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Confused.</title>
<description> So me and Jon had a little argument yesterday.&amp;nbsp; About Paul ringing and spoiling the &quot;moment&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn&#039;t have answered the phone, but Jon told me to, so I thought I was doing the right thing.&amp;nbsp; But I guess&amp;nbsp;men talk shit, and it&#039;s always my fault. 
 I don&#039;t know why I&#039;m confused, I just am.&amp;nbsp; I don&#039;t want this to turn into another fucked up relationship like all the others in the past.&amp;nbsp; I want him to be different.&amp;nbsp; Different like I thought he was.&amp;nbsp; I can&#039;t stop thinking about him, I always want to be with him.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;ve fallen for him, and I&#039;m just scared everything&#039;s going to go wrong now, like it usually does. 
 You know about the whole trust thing?&amp;nbsp; I find it really hard to trust people, however hard I try.&amp;nbsp; Well usually, I never want to trust anyone, let alone try to trust them.&amp;nbsp; But with Jon, I   want   to trust him.&amp;nbsp; But now this has happened, even though it&#039;s really nothing, I feel like I shouldn&#039;t put myself through trusting him.&amp;nbsp;...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 16:04:57 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>True.</title>
<description> I tear my heart open,  
 I sew myself shut, 
 My weakness is I care too much. 
 The scars remind me, 
 My past is real, 
 Tear my heart open, 
   Just to feel.   </description>
<pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 17:45:47 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Scared.</title>
<description>  Haven&#039;t written in here for a while.  
  Things have changed.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;m not with Paul anymore.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&#039;t be.&amp;nbsp; Not when I feel like this about someone else.&amp;nbsp;   
  I&#039;ve fell in love.&amp;nbsp; With someone I hardly know.&amp;nbsp;   
  Jon &amp;lt;3  
  I didn&#039;t know it was possible to feel like this.&amp;nbsp; I feel so alive.&amp;nbsp; Like I could do anything, and everything, and nothing else matters.&amp;nbsp; I can&#039;t think straight.&amp;nbsp; I can&#039;t focus on anything else but him.&amp;nbsp; This is the real thing.  
  This is too perfect though.&amp;nbsp;   
  How do I tell him how I feel?  
  I&#039;ll write again later x  
   &amp;nbsp; </description>
<pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:05:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>...</title>
<description> I just can’t look its killing me, And taking control, 
 Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, Swimming through sick lullabies, Choking on your alibis, But it’s just the price I pay, Destiny is calling me, Open up my eager eyes, 
   ‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside.   
 &quot;The song is&amp;nbsp;about the deep dark depths of the jealous mind. It&#039;s a dark place sometimes, and I think we captured it pretty well.&quot;&amp;nbsp;   So true.   
     &amp;nbsp; 
 My mind gets too jealous.&amp;nbsp; Far too jealous.&amp;nbsp; This is my favourite song in the whole wide world, and I&#039;ve jsut realised how much meaning it really has in it. 
   I &amp;lt;3 it.   </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 22:46:51 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Get away.</title>
<description> I want to get out. 
 Away. 
 Away from all this shit that keeps happening around me. 
 I&#039;m so tempted to go back to all my old ways again, even though it only solves things for a short period of time.&amp;nbsp; But it&#039;s so easy to slip into all that again.&amp;nbsp; All you have to do is grab one thing... 
 I feel so shit.&amp;nbsp; Like half of me is missing.&amp;nbsp; I miss Paul so much, and I want him to come home so badly.&amp;nbsp; I need him so much and I&#039;m not used to having to cope with shit on my own.&amp;nbsp; He&#039;s always been here for me.&amp;nbsp; Always. 
 I&#039;ve never felt so alone.&amp;nbsp; I need him so badly right now :&#039;( 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 &amp;nbsp; </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 22:29:55 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Old friends.</title>
<description> Old friends that hurt you in the past. 
 Are they really worth the hassle again? 
 My &quot;used to be&quot; best friend dragged me through so much shit in the past, and screwed my head up as much as she possibly could.&amp;nbsp; Now the situation is that she has no friends, and feels sorry for herself.&amp;nbsp; Should I try and help her even though I still haven&#039;t forgiven her for what she did?&amp;nbsp; Should I try and help her AGAIN even though it never worked out in the past?&amp;nbsp; I&#039;ve tried so hard to make things right again between us, and it&#039;s never happened. 
 Meh, I can&#039;t be bothered writing about her, she&#039;s taken up to much of my time and life as it is. 
 I miss Pauly.&amp;nbsp; I need to talk to him about all this, and I need a &quot;Pauly&quot; cuddle. </description>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 22:31:32 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Why?</title>
<description> 
     Why does this always happen to me?  
  Why do Paul and I always get into shitty arguments, that end up in a slagging match and not speaking for ages?  
  Everything was fine yesterday, up until when he rang me last night.&amp;nbsp; We ended up arguing about some batteries, how ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; I told him to get some rechargable batteries for his trip to Thailand, but he wouldn&#039;t listen.&amp;nbsp; So then the argument developed into a whole load of other shit as usual, and now he&#039;s just being a complete asshole.  
  I was sick last night, but dad made me go to school anyway, so I was feeling shit enough without having Paul on my back too.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I apologised, even though I didn&#039;t think I was in the wrong, and he didn&#039;t have the decency to say anything back.&amp;nbsp; I text him numerous times today, all of which he completely ignored.&amp;nbsp; So then I rang him and asked him why he was treating me like this.&amp;nbsp; His answer was &quot;im busy on my computer&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I then rang him later on, asking again why...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 18:47:49 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Happy Valentine&#039;s Day!</title>
<description> Happy Valentine&#039;s Day everyone.&amp;nbsp; Hope your day is more interesting than mine! 
 I don&#039;t agree with Valentine&#039;s Day.&amp;nbsp; We agreed to only exchange cards, no presents, because a) we can&#039;t be together today and b) the whole concept is a huge con for card companies to rake in all the money.&amp;nbsp; I don&#039;t need a single day of the year to tell Paul I&#039;m in love with him, because I can do that any and everyday of the year.&amp;nbsp;  
 But I am missing Paul a hell of a lot, hearing people talking about what their doing with their partners.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;m not jealous or anything, I just wish we could be together today, and go out for a nice meal.&amp;nbsp; But Paul&#039;s off to Thailand in two days, and he has an exam tomorrow, so he could hardly just come back from Uni for the night could he!&amp;nbsp; Nevermind hey. 
 I have a ton of work to do, which is getting pretty ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; We break up from school on Friday, for February Half Term, so the teachers are really laying it on thick.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;ve got 2 pieces of...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 21:37:42 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Yayness, back to blogigo!</title>
<description> So did everyone have a problem with not being able to blog here?&amp;nbsp; I even set up an account on Xanga.com because I couldn&#039;t blog on here, but never really got round to blogging there.&amp;nbsp; It seemed too complex really.&amp;nbsp; I mean, when I blog, all I want to do is write things down as soon as they come into my head, in no order.&amp;nbsp; I don&#039;t want to change the whole colour theme of my page, or tell everyone who I am, which I felt inclined to do at Xanga.&amp;nbsp; Blogigo is really straightforward, which is why I like it.&amp;nbsp; All you have to do is write. 
 So anyway, I&#039;ve been away for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I gave up on visiting this site for a while, because I thought it was my computer that didn&#039;t like it.&amp;nbsp; I can&#039;t really remember what mood I was in, or how I was feeling the last time I wrote in this blog. 
 It seems it was around New Year, after the big argument.&amp;nbsp; Well, incase you were wondering, everything is now fine at home at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;m not getting at my dad anymore,...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 22:33:08 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Parents.</title>
<description> Is it some sort of hidden rule that they have to annoy the fuck out of me? 
 Basically, here&#039;s the story... 
 Last Monday, I came home after walking the dog to find my mum crying and my dad pretending nothing was wrong.&amp;nbsp; I asked what was up but they didn&#039;t tell me.&amp;nbsp; So anyway, I walked off and my dad started sayin something to my mum.&amp;nbsp; Then Mum shouted me in and said he&#039;d been kicking off because she&#039;d got mud on the carpet.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this was what the whole thing was about.&amp;nbsp; Now, you&#039;ve got to understand, my dad most probably started this because he&#039;s got OCD.&amp;nbsp; I mean, he&#039;s not been diagnosed, because he won&#039;t accept it and go to the doctor&#039;s, but you can just tell, it&#039;s really obvious.&amp;nbsp; I used to have it when I was about 10/11, but I grew out of it eventually.&amp;nbsp; He&#039;s knows he&#039;s got it, but won&#039;t believe anyone who tells him.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I got involved because he was shouting at my mum, and I&#039;m really protective of her because he can be a total prick.&amp;nbsp; So...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 17:31:37 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Happy New Year.</title>
<description> Well, Happy New Year everybody! 
 Hope your night was better than mine! 
 Nah, I had a good night really.&amp;nbsp; My friend had a party so lots of people went to her house.&amp;nbsp; At midnight we all went into the street and set of lots of party poppers, sang Auld Lang Syne and sprayed champagne everywhere. 
 But then, everyone got emotional.&amp;nbsp; Everyone realised that this was our last year of school, and last year of being together.&amp;nbsp; And most of my friends and myself turn 18 this year, so it&#039;s the big step of &quot;growing up&quot;, going to University and actually having to be independent for the first time!&amp;nbsp; Aswell as that, I&#039;ve known the majority of my friends for 14 years, the rest of them for 7 years.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I can still remember the first day of primary school, when I met them for the first time.&amp;nbsp; So they&#039;ve all been a huge part of my life, and I don&#039;t want to lose them :( even though I know it&#039;s inevitable, and we are going to drift apart.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s just scary knowing what&#039;s gonna...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 19:48:29 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>If you read my blog please comment!</title>
<description> Please! 
 I enjoy hearing other people&#039;s opinions on anything and everything.&amp;nbsp; I only have my own opinion to listen to, so it&#039;d be good to hear other people&#039;s perspectives on things. 
 So if you do find yourself landing on my blog, then please leave a comment, even if it&#039;s just a short one. 
 Thankies :) xx </description>
<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2005 17:36:34 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Trust.</title>
<description> Why do I feel all depressed? 
 All my head does is mess up.&amp;nbsp; I don&#039;t speak enough about how I&#039;m feelin inside, so my mind trails off and thinks too much about my life.&amp;nbsp; I cover up how shit I feel with a smile and a joke.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I had the confidence, and the trust in people to tell them how I really feel. 
 I was lying in bed last night, just thinking, as you do.&amp;nbsp; And a question popped into my head.&amp;nbsp; Who do I really trust?&amp;nbsp; I have a HUGE problem with trusting people, that never quite makes sense.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s something to do with being let down and betrayed by a lot of people in the past (mainly an old friend &quot;V&quot; who was like my sister, my dad, and two ex-boyfriends) and the fact that I don&#039;t trust myself.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I just don&#039;t think anyone is really worthy of my trust.&amp;nbsp; I mean, why should you trust people?&amp;nbsp; If you trust people, you&#039;re giving them everything, believing everything they say.&amp;nbsp; And you&#039;re giving them one huge chance to hurt you.&amp;nbsp; To...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 22:33:29 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Dear Paul.</title>
<description> Seeing as this would be way too long to text, I&#039;ll write&amp;nbsp;what I want to say to you&amp;nbsp;on here.&amp;nbsp; I could email it, but I&#039;d rather write it on my blog, so I can remember how I was feeling at the time.&amp;nbsp; And considering you&#039;re the only person in my life who knows about my blog, then I guess it doesn&#039;t really matter. 
 Right, well this is what I wanted to say... 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 When I saw you on Christmas Day, come out of the car and look at me, with your new scarf on.&amp;nbsp; Something hit me.&amp;nbsp;  
 You mean everything to me.&amp;nbsp; I know I&#039;ve said this a lot in my blog, but you really are my soulmate. 
 When I look at you, I feel something special.&amp;nbsp; Like I&#039;d die for you.&amp;nbsp; Like if I thought you were upset, I&#039;d jump on the first train I could to just try and make you feel even a tiny bit better. 
 I know none of this really makes sense.&amp;nbsp; But hey, this is me, and you should be used to it by now.&amp;nbsp; The only time I feel like myself is when I&#039;m around you.&amp;nbsp; You make me...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 19:14:46 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Back with Pauly.</title>
<description> Well it&#039;s been a while. 
 Two weeks or so. 
 And in this two weeks I&#039;ve finally come to my senses, and realised Si was treating me like shit.&amp;nbsp; I want nothing to do with him. 
 But two days ago (Christmas Day) I got back with Paul.&amp;nbsp; The person I&#039;ve wanted to be with all along but I thought Id fucked it up.&amp;nbsp; Well, it appears I haven&#039;t and we&#039;re now going to give it another go.&amp;nbsp; 
 I&#039;ve still got all these fears though.&amp;nbsp; What if I cheat?&amp;nbsp; What if I can&#039;t cope?&amp;nbsp; What if I get angry about him being at Uni?&amp;nbsp; What if it isn&#039;t meant to be? 
 I think way too negatively, and I always prepare myself for the worst situations.&amp;nbsp; I have a huge problem with that, and I wish I could sort it.&amp;nbsp; Even little things I do it over.&amp;nbsp; Like, when I&#039;ve planned to go to the cinema, I&#039;ll prepare myself that they won&#039;t have any tickets left, so I won&#039;t be unhappy if I can&#039;t see the film.&amp;nbsp; Obviously this very rarely happens, but still, I can&#039;t get that way of thinking out...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 18:32:57 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>:&#039;(</title>
<description> Si. 
 Did something to me that he really shouldn&#039;t have. 
 :&#039;( 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 &amp;nbsp; </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 23:17:02 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Si.</title>
<description> I want Si. 
 I want him so badly, and I don&#039;t know why. 
 He treats me like shit, and if he clicked his fingers I&#039;d jump. 
 I&#039;d do anything for him. 
 But I guess I&#039;m just not good enough! 
 I&#039;m not good enough for anyone. 
 Now I officially know how it feels to have your heart broken. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 This is killing me inside. 
 I&#039;m fading... 
 &amp;nbsp; </description>
<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 20:54:35 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Feelin shit.</title>
<description> I hate feelin like this. 
 Like noone would give a shit if I disappeared.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;d be so easy to just sneak off and runaway, never to be seen again.&amp;nbsp; I just want to get away from everythin :( 
 My dad&#039;s been having an affair.&amp;nbsp; As if that alone wasn&#039;t bad enough, it&#039;d been going on for two years.&amp;nbsp; Two fuckin years.&amp;nbsp; Two years of betrayin my family, and making my mum, my brother and I look like fools.&amp;nbsp; I hate him, I truly do.&amp;nbsp; And I also think my mum is one of the stupidest people on earth, as she&#039;s taken him back and forgiven him, and acting as if nothing&#039;s happened.&amp;nbsp; Why can&#039;t I feel like this?&amp;nbsp; Why am I the one that&#039;s hurting so much. 
 And another thing that&#039;s bothering me is that I have to go to the doctors on thursday.&amp;nbsp; They&#039;re going to &quot;assess my situation&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Why do they have to use fancy words?&amp;nbsp; Why can&#039;t they just say it&#039;s&amp;nbsp;to see how fucked up I am.&amp;nbsp; I hate nosy people prying into my life where it doesn&#039;t concern them.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 22:48:33 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>alone.</title>
<description> Why do I feel so alone? 
 Like I&#039;ve got noone to turn to, even though I so obviously have.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;ve got some good friends, and a nice boyfriend I&#039;ve recently met.&amp;nbsp; But I haven&#039;t got someone who I can connect with properly anymore. 
 I miss Paul so much.&amp;nbsp; I&#039;m scared I&#039;ve made a huge mistake in getting with Si, because he&#039;s just not like Paul.&amp;nbsp; Don&#039;t get me wrong Si&#039;s great but I don&#039;t know whether he&#039;s great enough.&amp;nbsp; Paul was special, and I think I&#039;ve thrown something truly good away.&amp;nbsp; I still honestly believe I&#039;ll marry him.&amp;nbsp; I just don&#039;t know what all this means. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I haven&#039;t wrote in this for a long while.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because I just couldn&#039;t be arsed.&amp;nbsp; I wasn&#039;t being lazy, but this week I just haven&#039;t found the energy to physically do anything.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s like my brains frozen, and I&#039;ve been summoned to sleep for the past five days!&amp;nbsp; I think this means that I really have got diabetes :S because all I do is drink juice and sleep!&amp;nbsp; I just wish...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 21:21:02 +0100</pubDate>
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