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  <title>Erin</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 20:58:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;The people in society these days make me laugh. They overreact over little things, blame people for things they didn&apos;t do because they assume the person did it. People hold to many grudges, I mean come on you&apos;re 15/16 and your mad at a person because she told on you for something or she called you a bitch behind you&apos;re back, or she stole your boyfriend of 2 weeks. Or that one person you can&apos;t stand and you&apos;re like OMG SHE&apos;S SO ANNOYING I CAN&apos;T STAND HER/HIM. Then don&apos;t hang around them, if they bother you that much stop acting like you like them &amp; when they come around say oh hey Sheryl (example name) you&apos;re so cute we need to hang out this weekend &amp; then when they leave you start bicthing them out. Get over it, I&apos;ve come to the realization that you&apos;re wasting your time, breath &amp; life. 9 out of 10 you wont ever see any of these people that cause these drama &amp; stress when either you&apos;re out of highschool or out of college and have started a life. So I&apos;ve come to the conclusion that if I don&apos;t like someone, I just wont really talk to them. I&apos;m not going to come out straight forward and say hey I don&apos;t like you, thats rude and disrespectful. I&apos;m done overracting about things that wont mean anything in the next 2 years. I&apos;m done saying things about people when thier not around it&apos;s stupid, &amp; don&apos;t say you haven&apos;t ever talk about someone rudely when thier not around because &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; has. I&apos;ve finally realized the meaning of life, &amp; this whole highschool drama shit that happens everday isn&apos;t in it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 21:38:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;sup&gt;&lt;big&gt;HOLLER.&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; their nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick of the people at my school exept for like 4 people. They all still think they are in 6th grade and need to get over themseleves. It&apos;s immature.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, you know that lost feeling you get when you&apos;re like 7 and you lost you mother in the grocery store [lol] I feel like that but like lost in life &amp; don&apos;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s werid I guess. I don&apos;t know if anyone will ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom that I was going to sneak out one day now she checks my window, everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;I never snuck out. I probably wouldn&apos;t have ethier cause I&apos;m a chicken. But now all of a sudden she&apos;s putting the door alarms on @ night, so she&apos;ll hear me if I go out. I told her one day that I have fully lost trust in any one in this ridculous world even her. She was like you don&apos;t trust your own mother!? I told her no because I know shes done things behind my back. It&apos;s not like she trusts me, if she did she wouldn&apos;t be having to put the alarm on.&lt;br /&gt;Gay, life is just on confusion after another.&lt;br /&gt;bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 20:57:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Credit layout: Liz Crowther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just start off by saying this &lt;u&gt;has not&lt;/u&gt; been my week.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if my life is now falling rapidly apart.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t gotten an ounce of good sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I wake up with eithier a nauseating stomach, or a pounding headache.&lt;br /&gt;The headaches have became a great concern to me, I&apos;ve been having them about 2 times a day. They don&apos;t last very long but do tend to pound hard &amp; get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Probably all the stress I&apos;m going through.&lt;br /&gt;I need just one day, to actually relax.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please give it to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 23:27:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am actually happy/satisfied with my life at the moment, I found a guy that likes me as much as I do for him. I have great friends that are always there for me and I feel complete &amp; happy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it&apos;s insignifacant how people need drugs to make them happy. There&apos;s alot more to the world then sex, drugs, alochol, &amp; drama. I&apos;ve decided to not let people get me down now because it&apos;s not people that I need to satisfy me. I love life right now. :] How is everyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a316/_documents/randoms039.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;              &lt;img src=&quot;http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a316/_documents/butterflies017.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;                   &lt;img src=&quot;http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a316/_documents/Copy2oftamas003.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt; Beauty.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 20:19:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve done too much thinking lately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of werid things happened today, like they seemed like they were signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like telling me things. It was werid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I had someone to hold these days. Someone to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I guess thats too much to ask for.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 18:10:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>testinggggggggggggggggggggg</description>
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