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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 15:26:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Maybe it&apos;s just me.</title>
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  <description>Maybe it&apos;s just me, but do you ever get the feeling if you looked a bit more like someone else, you could get everything you&apos;d ever want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if I had a better life, and had the chance to achieve something great. What then? Would I be better off having something to boast about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a better childhood, better parents, and better situations growing up, I would be a completely different person. But what if I had all those. Would I be a better person? Is it always my fault for the way I am? I delt with the situations in my life the best way I knew how. I&apos;m proud of the way I handled things and the way I grew up. I&apos;m happy with me. But it doesn&apos;t seem that too many other people are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that if I wasn&apos;t so picky I could be happy. But I realize that is my false security. It&apos;s the other people who are the deciding factor. It&apos;s what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get any of the things I&apos;d like. I know this , so if I find anything that even resembles happiness, I settle for that. I settle for so much less than I really want. This contributes to some of the shit I go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put myself through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know if I even want to try to express how I feel anymore. It seems like everytime I put my feelings out there, things get messed up. I feel used. I  lose good friends this way. So I&apos;m sure if I stopped, things would be simple. But simple definitely does not mean happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what I want is a relationship that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the hookups. Sick of the failed relationships. Sick of the immaturity. But what decides whether it is a hookup or a relationship...is the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like things spelled out for me.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 07:05:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No one ever knows what I&apos;m going through. It&apos;s my own problem.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m sick of the two-week relationships that go no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick of the constant drugs and drinking in Temecula.. It&apos;s called moderation. Look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m annoyed by the lack of personality in most of the people I hang out with. I&apos;m sick of being ditched or &quot;forgotten&quot; by certain friends. I hate the fact that most of the people I know are going no where in life. No college, no high school diploma, no job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up and realize your life will extend beyond the drugs and the parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, with the exception of Kristin Moreno, I will be playing musical friends for a while longer until I find people who show they actually care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I want a guy best friend.&lt;br /&gt;A boy that I can talk to about anything, &lt;br /&gt;where there will never be feelings to screw up the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t had that since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;All the in between ones have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Some times I never want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Things become so much more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so attached to the childhood friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how they change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are good growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly good always comes with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I think if you find something great that outweighs the bad,&lt;br /&gt;...you will be extremely lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember if you actually find something worth your trouble...&lt;br /&gt;It will definitely cost you that much.</description>
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