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    <name>not_that_strong</name>
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  <updated>2006-09-05T11:53:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:not_that_strong:1318</id>
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    <title>not_that_strong @ 2006-09-05T06:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T11:53:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T11:53:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We both don't know it will end.&lt;br /&gt;And if he &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; knew me, he'd now I'm in just as much pain.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even worse cause I KNOW why it's over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; shaking&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Damn,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even say anything.&lt;br /&gt;What was up with that?&lt;br /&gt;God! no one has been through this.&lt;br /&gt;It's all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure of helf the things I said last&amp;nbsp; night night were the whole truth,&lt;br /&gt;Or what I meant for them to mean...&lt;br /&gt;And it was all taken so litterally.&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I WILL hold if off to late without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;But thats not what I'm planning on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on I guess, asking for forgivness when I can be happy with myself when I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that really will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;And in that case, if it is.&lt;br /&gt;I be alone and always know what we had.&lt;br /&gt;And that is &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; real.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Its ALREADY too late.&lt;br /&gt;He fucking ENDED it last night.&lt;br /&gt;I just read he refuses to ever come back....&lt;br /&gt;But, when I know I'm ready... There will be no holding back in trying to get him back...If hes not married. Or well who knows...&lt;br /&gt;Something doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am scared.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain this anymore. And if he were the one and reading this right now, he'd know exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go too far.&lt;br /&gt;And if he does.&lt;br /&gt;I'll run to him, I swear it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:not_that_strong:1220</id>
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    <title>It's in my wallet</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T21:07:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T21:07:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;In that secret pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; confessions, that I won't keave in an anonomous blog comment on lj.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a heart attack I feel if this pain keeps on.&lt;br /&gt;Really. What went wrong, if I always said it was right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a selfish fool.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn my ass.&lt;br /&gt;It's my life and I refuse to have anger towards you for not letting me live.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you too much to let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; love you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're making yourself forget about me way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I think you wanted us to be over.&lt;br /&gt;And thats why you don't seem to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see you don't be surprised if I run away.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Just to know you're around.&lt;br /&gt;The phone is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;The 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sit here in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Go from her face to yours back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Till the pain gets to be too much.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll think of different acts that you and her can share.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll think of how much my life is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;And how I did it all.&lt;br /&gt;I think of everything I have ever shared with you.&lt;br /&gt;And it's just being put in the dark corner of you life, heart, soul.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter.&lt;br /&gt;And you might as well be stabbing me with every greathe you take.&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Scuicide is lame.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go back to that.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is.&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:not_that_strong:791</id>
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    <title>The last supper. I mean!! The last phone call...</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T20:36:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T11:55:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Theres no telling when the &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; time will be.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling who we'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling ...&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how much I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how perfect she is.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how much better off you are, now.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how lonely I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how many more smiles you'll leave me to be jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no telling how much more time will have to pass in order for things to be okay, in my small&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;small &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;world..&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I can forget about it all&lt;br /&gt;Those times are short.&lt;br /&gt;And well-missed.&lt;br /&gt;I often think of a soft piano when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Just before the song gets to the sweet love lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;She is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;How shes so perfect? you know?&lt;br /&gt;And now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't and won't let him pass this up.&lt;br /&gt;He's always wanted a girl like her.&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't ever anything close.&lt;br /&gt;Some weird attatchment, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I thought I was weird.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;Probably didn't even spell it right...&lt;br /&gt;But live and let live, is all I have to say today.&lt;br /&gt;If they were meant to be, it will work out for them.&lt;br /&gt;And if we were.&lt;br /&gt;we always were.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:not_that_strong:578</id>
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    <title>Rayburn= VERY bad-Memorial= Atleast I have friends...</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T21:06:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T21:06:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parents.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give you a roof + &lt;strike&gt;love.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then when you know you'll be happier someplace else. &lt;br /&gt;They let you&lt;strong&gt; CRASH&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;BURN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wanted &lt;em&gt;SO BADLY&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;to go to Memorial this Semester.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be happier there.&lt;br /&gt;But my parents think I should get my license and try Rayburn till Winter.&lt;br /&gt;But NO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be better off somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the cullinary class.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start off the year with the same teacheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((I'm so hungry))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;One MORE change.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my license this Friday or &lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt; Monday.&lt;br /&gt;And thats no guaruntee that I'll be driving alone right then &lt;em&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why is &lt;strike&gt;everything&lt;/strike&gt; getting so messed up?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I keep my "eye on the prize"?&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;Why do things have to change?&lt;br /&gt;Why do certain inhibitions have to &lt;strong&gt;pop up&lt;/strong&gt; out of &lt;em&gt;nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cause everything I've ever wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;And that's kinda how I want things to be for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;And I can handle things now.&lt;br /&gt;On my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Could it be anymore perfect? =/</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T13:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T13:54:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning ofmy profile name is plain as day. Somedays I just don't feel strong enough to do what I need to do. And I'd rather give in but that would only lead to more distruction. And honestly, I don't know how I feel. I want to be able to get through this next year with no problems...but I'm sure I won't. And, idk. I guess I want to have "fun" (what ever that means)this next year...&lt;br /&gt;I can have my license by wed. or thurs.&lt;br /&gt;-Hannah</content>
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