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  <title>say i&apos;m gonna buy a gun</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 15:44:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&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&apos;d miss me if I was gone.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 01:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;I just spilled my heart&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2006 13:25:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&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&apos;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&apos;m just like that and all I want you to do is open your eyes and see that I don&apos;t want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m saying all this not even realizing what my feelings are...well I know what they are but...i&apos;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&apos;ve been really &apos;single&apos; 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&apos;t care.  I miss being shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i&apos;m asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a girl.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 05:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;why do I always go back to you?&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:57:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;I want somebody to live for...&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2006 17:26:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;I alwyas wonder why I feel the need to be with people all the time, and I mean in relationships.  It&apos;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&apos;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&apos;t stay the hell out of my life.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 02:29:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;I am so confused right now.  I want to tell you so much, but i&apos;m so scared of scaring you away.  God fucking damnit.  Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i&apos;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&apos;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;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2006 17:36:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;Wow, it is fucking 1:32 in the afternoon and I havn&apos;t left my dad&apos;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&apos;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;</description>
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  <lj:music>My sweet annette - drive by truckers</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2006 06:09:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>public for a change</title>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;I&apos;m going to make this public, I really have nothing to hide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I don&apos;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&apos;m stuck here and on myspace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i&apos;m in new york...and it just so happens that everything that could happen happened this week, when i&apos;m 4 hours away from my house.  Whatever, shit like this always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t know what to think about you when i&apos;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&apos;t even know how you feel about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww, i&apos;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&apos;m going to goto a show, maybe with Keri, I don&apos;t know.  I want to get out and see people tomorrow.  I&apos;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;</description>
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