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  <title>rockin' socks since 1986.</title>
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    <title>anne_disasterr @ 2007-04-20T06:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T10:55:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I walked outside of my house yesterday evening to have a delicious stick of nicotine, when I realized I could smell nothing but fresh cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about the joys of springtime.&amp;nbsp; :)</content>
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    <title>tat.</title>
    <published>2007-04-07T05:53:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T05:53:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/anne_disasterr/pic/00002qdh/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/anne_disasterr/pic/00002qdh/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/anne_disasterr/pic/00003bhy/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/anne_disasterr/pic/00003bhy/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;ham did a beautiful job.&amp;nbsp; it's my first.. but the second it was done, I wanted another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;lt;33.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>up and up.</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T16:13:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T16:13:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just returned to work from my lunch break.&amp;nbsp; I went to the bank and to sheetz and such, just ran a few errands.&amp;nbsp; on my way back to work I realized that I had 15 minutes left to kill, so I decided to drive past children's village, my old preschool.&amp;nbsp; I drove past to find that the building and playground no longer exist.&amp;nbsp; it was almost as if they up and vanished into thin air.&amp;nbsp; now I can't remember the last time I drove down that road, so for all I know it may have been gone years.&amp;nbsp; but it made my heart ache.&amp;nbsp; literally.&amp;nbsp; and the lot seems much smaller than it did when the building was there.&amp;nbsp; perhaps that's because the last I remember of it I was only four years old.&amp;nbsp; everything seems bigger when you're four.&amp;nbsp; but even the tree.&amp;nbsp; the apple tree with the hole in the middle that I once got my entire foot stuck in while trying to climb it.&amp;nbsp; at the time, I was convinced they would have to cut down the tree to get my foot out.&amp;nbsp; turns out, in a sense, that over a period of 17 years they've done just that.&amp;nbsp; but it's not just the tree.&amp;nbsp; it's the yard where we played kickball.&amp;nbsp; it's the giant hill where we set up the slip n' slide every wednesday of the summer.&amp;nbsp; it's the (now non-existant) swingset where I flipped over backwards only to faceplant in the dirt.&amp;nbsp; and the railroad ties.. stacked 10 high on the side of the back cement patio.. where my friends dared me to stand on top of the ties and see if I could jump and make it across the patio to the grass.&amp;nbsp; in my bare feet.&amp;nbsp; of course, I was first to jump.&amp;nbsp; needless to say I missed the grass by six inches and ended up with a fractured right heel.&amp;nbsp; no one jumped after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny that I remember these things so vividly when I only spent three summers at this place.. and was only 2, 3, and 4 years old.&amp;nbsp; crazy.&amp;nbsp; and I feel crazy myself for thinking that places with such fond memories should be preserved.&amp;nbsp; not demolished to build some expensive living community, but left in tact.&amp;nbsp; at least I remember those wonderful summers.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful that my mind has held onto those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was looking back at my older entries (though there aren't many of them) and I came across the one from mid-december when I posted the lyrics to john mayer's "in repair".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and this part of the song specifically stuck out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stood on the corner for awhile&lt;br /&gt;to wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hoping it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and brings some brand new luck upon me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;oh, but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now I'm walking in the park&lt;br /&gt;and all of the birds, they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;maybe when things turn green again&lt;br /&gt;it will be good to say you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;and good news.&amp;nbsp; the wind DID blow down on me.&amp;nbsp; it DID take with it my old ways.&amp;nbsp; and it DID bring some brand new luck upon me.&amp;nbsp; and it just so happens that things&amp;nbsp;HAVE turned green again.&amp;nbsp; and it&amp;nbsp;IS good to say you know me.&amp;nbsp; funny how things change, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this relient k song, "up and up"... I was listening to it in the car as I was driving past that empty lot where children's village used to be.&amp;nbsp; and it so perfectly describes the way I've felt for a few weeks now.. especially today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Is not quite what it could've been&lt;br /&gt;As were most of all the days before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I swear today&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I'm breathing in&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to make it so much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it seems I get so hung up on&lt;br /&gt;The history and what's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;And the hope of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes hard to see&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm finally catching onto it&lt;br /&gt;And now the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And the light there at the end is&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm capable of&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be prosperous&lt;br /&gt;Would not require much of me&lt;br /&gt;You see contentment is the one thing&lt;br /&gt;It entails&lt;br /&gt;To be content with where I am&lt;br /&gt;And getting where I need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm moving past the past&lt;br /&gt;Where I have failed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally catching onto it&lt;br /&gt;And now the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;Right there at the end&lt;br /&gt;Is where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 'cause I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;What I've gained from love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cease&lt;br /&gt;To supply me with&lt;br /&gt;What I need&lt;br /&gt;For a good life&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;What I've gained from love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;AMEN. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>incredible.</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T18:47:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T18:48:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;it's been way too long.&amp;nbsp; I need to start updating this thing more often.&amp;nbsp; on a nightly basis, perhaps.&amp;nbsp; right before bed?&amp;nbsp; we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin and I have officially put God at the center of our relationship.&amp;nbsp; He's become our foundation, and our reason for everything.&amp;nbsp; we realized that if we didn't put God at the center, our relationship would ultimately amount to nothing.&amp;nbsp; and neither of us would benefit.&amp;nbsp; and we've been reading purpose-driven life together every night.&amp;nbsp; for ten days now.&amp;nbsp; it feels good.&amp;nbsp; really really good.&amp;nbsp; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made two really important decisions for my life in the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am going to be baptized on sunday the 15th.&amp;nbsp; I get to write my testimony.&amp;nbsp; and read it.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; I've honestly been waiting for that moment for a long time.&amp;nbsp; one time I actually started writing out my testimony for no reason.&amp;nbsp; now I get to share it.&amp;nbsp; and hopefully touch a few lives.&amp;nbsp; what an incredible opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I'm just really really excited.&amp;nbsp; I have put God at my core.&amp;nbsp; He's become my reason for every single thing I think, say, and do.&amp;nbsp; I've been striving each and every day to become more like Christ.&amp;nbsp; when I wake up in the morning, that's the prayer I pray.&amp;nbsp; I've been waking up and spending every day with my eyes and heart open to whatever lesson God is teaching me.&amp;nbsp; it's something new every day.&amp;nbsp; and I'm always anxious to learn.&amp;nbsp; I just can't describe in words the peace and joy that I finally feel in my soul.&amp;nbsp; it's a feeling that I've been longing for for what seems like my entire life.&amp;nbsp; I found a tiny piece of this feeling three and a half years ago.&amp;nbsp; but it's taken the whole three and a half years to gather all the pieces and fit them together.&amp;nbsp; it's just incredible.&amp;nbsp; that's the only way I know how to describe it.&amp;nbsp; INCREDIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have applied to the art institute of pittsburgh, and plan on moving there for school starting next january (2008).&amp;nbsp; I'm extremely excited about this too.&amp;nbsp; I've chosen to major in graphic design, which I finally realized encompasses all of my interests and hobbies into one field.&amp;nbsp; in the past I've kept choosing studies that have absolutely nothing to do with my interests.&amp;nbsp; the things I've gone to school for haven't even tied into my career goals.&amp;nbsp; which is why I wasn't doing well.&amp;nbsp; without a goal to work towards, I was unhappy.&amp;nbsp; I felt unfulfilled.&amp;nbsp; I didn't enjoy what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; those feelings caused me to skip classes.&amp;nbsp; skip homework.&amp;nbsp; and just stop caring.&amp;nbsp; I really am an intelligent student.&amp;nbsp; but without a goal.. without aspirations.. without something I ENJOY, I won't prove my intelligence to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought it would take me so long to figure this out?&amp;nbsp; I sure didn't.&amp;nbsp; God did, of course.&amp;nbsp; He's known all along.&amp;nbsp; I've been foolish to think that I knew what was best for my life.&amp;nbsp; haha.&amp;nbsp; silly me.&amp;nbsp; the only one who knows what's best for my life is God.&amp;nbsp; end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once I realized the full extent of my life purpose I began to realize that there are way too many people around me that still haven't caught on.&amp;nbsp; it's funny because I keep feeling like since I know these truths, everyone else should automatically know them too.&amp;nbsp; uh uh.&amp;nbsp; wrong.&amp;nbsp; which is why I want to share my story.&amp;nbsp; it's why I want to bring my family to church.&amp;nbsp; because I want everyone else to see the changes in my life that have resulted from my relationship with Christ.&amp;nbsp; jen has started coming with me when she can.&amp;nbsp; she's been to Bible study with me a couple times, and she's starting to see some light.&amp;nbsp; not a lot, but some.&amp;nbsp; I get frustrated sometimes, but then I remember that it took me almost four years to fully realize these truths.&amp;nbsp; I just have to be patient with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life.&amp;nbsp; life has just been.. really really good.&amp;nbsp; it's had a few brief moments of hopelessness, sure.&amp;nbsp; but God has been shining so much light into my heart, that I'm finding it's difficult for me to even be upset.&amp;nbsp; briefly I have been.&amp;nbsp; but not for prolonged periods of time like I've experienced before.&amp;nbsp; it was like I had four years of stupid depressed feelings all bottled up inside me.&amp;nbsp; and it was dying and decomposing and bound to attract attention sooner or later.&amp;nbsp; it did.&amp;nbsp; it got God's attention.&amp;nbsp; He knew about it all along, but it was my time to step into the light.&amp;nbsp; and when I did.&amp;nbsp; oh.&amp;nbsp; my.&amp;nbsp; goodness.&amp;nbsp; I've never felt so relieved in my life.&amp;nbsp; everything was gone.&amp;nbsp; all of the hurt, all of the pain, the resentment, the hate, the anger, the blood.&amp;nbsp; it was gone.&amp;nbsp; I began walking taller.&amp;nbsp; with a new confidence that I could do anything and everything I put my mind to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and in my opinion, the best part, is that I'm not afraid to share this experience.&amp;nbsp; I'm not afraid to tell people that Jesus Christ is EVERYTHING to me.&amp;nbsp; I could care less how I'm labeled.&amp;nbsp; how I'm perceived.&amp;nbsp; what people think.&amp;nbsp; it's truth.&amp;nbsp; it is what it is.&amp;nbsp; and this change in me.&amp;nbsp; it's permanent.&amp;nbsp; I will not revert to my old ways.&amp;nbsp; period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- I am getting my first tattoo tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; joshua 1:9 on the inside of my left wrist.&amp;nbsp; I shall post pictures.&amp;nbsp; : )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>anne_disasterr @ 2007-03-20T01:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-20T05:49:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-20T05:49:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I feel so much better.&amp;nbsp; about everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's really incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is working.&amp;nbsp; I can feel it.&amp;nbsp; in every single aspect of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I wrote.  I think.</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T23:17:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T23:17:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know it solves nothing.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;really. far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;to think.&lt;br /&gt;to talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;don't.&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;I need Him.&lt;br /&gt;He is Everything.&lt;br /&gt;my Core.&lt;br /&gt;my Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;my Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;my Principle.&lt;br /&gt;my Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;content.&lt;br /&gt;but not.&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;br /&gt;but not.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the only words that describe how I feel.&amp;nbsp; I feel, literally, every emotion that exists.&amp;nbsp; all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I want something.&amp;nbsp; like I need something.&amp;nbsp; someone.&amp;nbsp; but I feel like being alone.&amp;nbsp; at least right this very second, I do.&amp;nbsp; it's pain to the fullest definition of the word.&amp;nbsp; it's struggle.&amp;nbsp; it's a test of strength.&amp;nbsp; of faith.&amp;nbsp; of RESILIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish the following things didn't exist:&lt;br /&gt;-time.&lt;br /&gt;-emotion [pain especially].&lt;br /&gt;-money.&lt;br /&gt;-and honestly.. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&amp;nbsp; sometimes I wish life didn't exist.&amp;nbsp; stupid.&amp;nbsp; I know I have a reason for living.&amp;nbsp; but life is the most insanely frustrating emotional rollercoaster ever.&amp;nbsp; now I love rollercoasters, but this one.&amp;nbsp; uh uh.&amp;nbsp; hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the burden seems too much to bear, remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>become a purple raider??</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T23:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T23:11:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm thinking of going to mount.&amp;nbsp; honestly.&amp;nbsp; it seems silly, but after some deep contemplation, it only makes sense.&amp;nbsp; I can still live at home.&amp;nbsp; I can still coach those fabulous alliance vb girls and not have to dread leaving them.&amp;nbsp; mount might not have the exact major or concentration that I'm looking for.. but they have art.&amp;nbsp; and french.&amp;nbsp; and hell, even sport management if I dare to go in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever I decide, I need to choose soon.&amp;nbsp; it would be really nice to go to school and not have to drive more than two minutes up the street to get there.&amp;nbsp; and to still be able to coach.&amp;nbsp; that's important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pray for me I guess.&amp;nbsp; I really need God to show me which direction I should take.&amp;nbsp; I've been praying about it for months now and I'm still confused.&amp;nbsp; I'm just gonna put it all in God's hands.&amp;nbsp; He's the only one&amp;nbsp;who knows what's right for my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do everything in him who gives me strength."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;-Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;p.s. I still miss the boy.&amp;nbsp; like CRAZY.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*</content>
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    <title>kat</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T13:26:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T13:26:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wasn't home all day yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I promised my littlest sister I'd braid her hair.&amp;nbsp; and I wasn't there to do it.&amp;nbsp; I feel really terrible about that.&amp;nbsp; it shouldn't really be a big deal, but it is to me.&amp;nbsp; and to her.&amp;nbsp; I let her down.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to do that again.&amp;nbsp; ever.</content>
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    <title>all hail the heartbreaker</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T06:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-17T06:27:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love the spill canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures &lt;br /&gt;And overanalyze your words &lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that I've never fallen so hard &lt;br /&gt;It's taking everything in me &lt;br /&gt;Just to forget your sweater so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say &lt;br /&gt;That I never, ever, ever felt this way &lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your eyelashes, your skin &lt;br /&gt;These are the parts of your body &lt;br /&gt;That cause my comatose to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep another day &lt;br /&gt;I don't really need to anyway &lt;br /&gt;What's the point when my dreams are infected &lt;br /&gt;With words you used to say &lt;br /&gt;I will breathe in a moment &lt;br /&gt;As long as I keep my distance &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to go messing anything up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go worrying about me &lt;br /&gt;It's not like I think about you constantly &lt;br /&gt;So maybe I do, but that shouldn't affect &lt;br /&gt;Your life anymore &lt;br /&gt;I knew it the moment you walked into the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you get the best of me &lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing else that I do well &lt;br /&gt;I'll let you get the best of me &lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing else that I do well &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how this one's gonna go I'll be the giver and you'll be the taker &lt;br /&gt;You've got me down on my knees and I proclaim&lt;br /&gt;All hail the heartbreaker&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Suicide</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T19:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T20:10:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This has been, without a doubt, the worst week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the one thing in this world I never want to be without.&amp;nbsp; And it was my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a break from school.&amp;nbsp; Again, my fault.. but MY decision.&amp;nbsp; I disappointed some people&amp;nbsp;who still don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm..&amp;nbsp; I used to think they weren't something I should care about.. and care about with 100% of my heart at that.&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is, I grew up and realized that love is the single most important part of life in this crazy world.&amp;nbsp; Love is the only thing that matters, and the only thing that ever will matter.&amp;nbsp; I don't care who you are, or what your circumstance, you're literally lost without love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to love wholeheartedly everyone I come into contact with.&amp;nbsp; Whether they be friends, family members, my brothers or sisters in Christ, or even people whose names I don't even know.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;He could sacrifice everything to save me then I should sacrifice my pride and selfishness to love others.&amp;nbsp; I owe that to my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying and praying and praying about these relationships.&amp;nbsp; All of my relationships.&amp;nbsp; Not just the troubled ones, but the great ones as well.&amp;nbsp; If anyone can guide and advise me, it's surely God.&amp;nbsp; He's been teaching me something new every day, starting with how to love myself for who I am.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I'm still not completely sure who Kellianne is, but honestly, does &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; know who they really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out what I want out of life.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I want most of the same things everyone wants: to be happy, possibly married with a few kids, making a decent sum of money, etc.&amp;nbsp; But for me, (to quote John Mayer) something's missing.&amp;nbsp; And I don't know what it is. &amp;nbsp;(End quote.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to be happy.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy now, but not near as happy as I'd like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely see myself married.&amp;nbsp; And I know exactly who I want to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps I'll make a good amount of money (though that really isn't important).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing part is, well, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; But it's something, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking up schools this afternoon because I know for sure I want to go back to school.&amp;nbsp; But as I was doing so I started thinking that it would be a good idea for me to get away from here.&amp;nbsp; Sure I love this place, and I love my home, and I love my family, but I want to experience something new.&amp;nbsp; Even when I was at school in Pennsylvania for a year and a half, I think I spent more time at home than at school.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking that might be a part of what's bringing me down.&amp;nbsp; It's just the same shit, day in and day out, and frankly, I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert High Fidelity quote here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist, and it never really... delivers.&amp;nbsp; Right.&amp;nbsp; And I'm tired of it.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired of everything else for that matter.&amp;nbsp; But you'll never see me get tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I found a design school in New York City that offers a two-year degree in Interior Design.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to apply.&amp;nbsp; If I get in, I go.&amp;nbsp; If not, I don't.&amp;nbsp; It's as simple as that.&amp;nbsp; I just need to pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&amp;nbsp; It's been almost an entire week.&amp;nbsp; And a difficult one for sure.&amp;nbsp; We've managed one way or another to talk on the phone every day, even if it's extremely brief.&amp;nbsp; Talking to him makes it hurt even worse, but I don't even care if it hurts me.&amp;nbsp; As long as he's not being hurt anymore.. that's all I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More High Fidelity quoting.. paraphrased slightly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see now I never really committed to him.&amp;nbsp; I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open.&amp;nbsp; And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>In Repair</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T18:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T18:34:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;too many shadows in my room&lt;br /&gt;too many hours in this midnight&lt;br /&gt;too many corners in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much to do to set my heart right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;oh, it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;oh, but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume &lt;em&gt;it's still unsteady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am... in repair&lt;br /&gt;I am... in repair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stood on the corner for awhile&lt;br /&gt;to wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hoping it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and brings some brand new luck upon me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;oh, it's taking so long&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;oh, but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume &lt;em&gt;it's still unsteady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now I'm walking in the park&lt;br /&gt;and all of the birds, they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;maybe when things turn &lt;font color="#339966"&gt;green&lt;/font&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;it will be good to say you know me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;oh, it's taking so long&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;oh, but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume &lt;em&gt;it's still unsteady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;oh, I'm never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm never really ready&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I'm in repair&lt;br /&gt;I'm not together,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;I'm getting there&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;hearts;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>anne_disasterr @ 2006-12-14T09:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T14:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T14:51:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry.  But when I wrote it, that was exactly how I felt.  I think I just feel ignored, is all.  Like no one really cares about me and what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.</content>
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