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  <title>say i'm gonna buy a gun</title>
  <subtitle>and start a war</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>devon disaster™</name>
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  <updated>2006-05-09T15:44:29Z</updated>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-05-09T11:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T15:44:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T15:44:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me, I am NOT like this&lt;br /&gt;I hate being like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting for something that shows to resolution.&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;you'd miss me if I was gone.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:3130</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-05-02T21:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T01:19:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T01:19:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I just spilled my heart&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:2826</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-05-01T09:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T13:25:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T13:25:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;So my life is really wierd lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to mess everything up when I don't know what everything is.  This situation is happenning again and I seriously want to die.  I hate waiting for people to get over their senses and realize what is good for them...why do I hate people like that, because i'm just like that and all I want you to do is open your eyes and see that I don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying all this not even realizing what my feelings are...well I know what they are but...i'm just so confused with everything in my life lately.  Nothing in my life is going the way I want it too, and if it does I do something to mess it up.  I wish I could just get a grip on life, slow down, and realize what is good.  I've been really 'single' since Feburary or so.  And when I say single I mean not having a serious relationship, and to tell the truth I miss it terribly.  I miss not having someone to call when something stupid and insignificant happens in my life.  I miss being able to hold ONE person who cares about me.  I miss being able to look like shit and having someone who won't care.  I miss being shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a girl.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:2193</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-04-29T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-29T05:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-29T05:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;why do I always go back to you?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:2015</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-04-28T11:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-28T15:57:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T15:57:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I want somebody to live for...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:1519</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-04-25T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T17:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-25T17:26:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I alwyas wonder why I feel the need to be with people all the time, and I mean in relationships.  It's like, I love being single and alone but my heart needs to be close with someone.  I really hate it because that is how I get hurt.  I want something concrete.  I hate myself all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache and my hair sucks everything that there is to be sucked...haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm getting a lot of shit for stupid reasons.  I wish people would just stay the hell out of my life for one day...I love how so many people hate me but can't stay the hell out of my life.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:1059</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-04-23T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T02:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T02:29:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bittersweet symphony - the verve</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I am so confused right now.  I want to tell you so much, but i'm so scared of scaring you away.  God fucking damnit.  Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm finally home, whooooopdeeeedoooo.  It was a nice ride with my little sister, she is amazing sometimes...other times, not so much.  We got home and I took off almost right away and went to go hang out with Keri.  We went to wal-mart and shit.  Someone called me, I was nervous...what the fuck.  So then we drove around, because I had my car, only for tonight though because I have dealer plates on it from Penn. so I can't be driving it around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a ton of shit to do.  Hopefully I can have some much needed hang out time.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:845</id>
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    <title>hatchetheart @ 2006-04-23T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T17:36:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T17:36:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My sweet annette - drive by truckers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;Wow, it is fucking 1:32 in the afternoon and I havn't left my dad's yet.  I was supposed to leave at 8 in the morning and I was supposed to get to South Hadley at around noon, but no.  I want to goto Cabot Street tonight but of course that isn't going to happen if I wait any fucking longer.  I want to strangle my dad, he can never do anything on time, he always has to be late and drunk.  God damnit, I need a ciggarette wicked bad.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hatchetheart:554</id>
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    <title>public for a change</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T06:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T06:09:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>drowning lessons - mcr</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;I'm going to make this public, I really have nothing to hide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I don't like livejournal that much, I would rather greatestjournal anyday but it is dead.  I love the beautiful people on it, just no one updates and it is insane.  It used to be the best place, now i'm stuck here and on myspace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm in new york...and it just so happens that everything that could happen happened this week, when i'm 4 hours away from my house.  Whatever, shit like this always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to think about you when i'm so far away.  Nothing measures up to being next to someone instead of miles and miles away.  What the fuck am I doing, I don't even know how you feel about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww, i'm fucking emotional sometimes.  Okay so tomorrow I should be leaving around 8am and getting in mass sometime around noon.  I hope, my dad is so fucking crazy and always takes his time, I might not even leave till noon...I have no clue, all I know is I want to go home and hang out with keri and maybe even cry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got high tonight, not as high as I would like to of got but I did nontheless.  Me and my cousin smoked the rest of a bowl we found, I cleaned it and we smoked the residue, what a wonderful night to end a pretty awesome week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to goto a show, maybe with Keri, I don't know.  I want to get out and see people tomorrow.  I'll pay for anyone to go with me.  I need to see people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you prove me wrong everytime.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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