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  <title>You're my...</title>
  <subtitle>Blue-eyed girl</subtitle>
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    <email>froggie7101@yahoo.com</email>
    <name>Beautiful Disaster</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-31T03:51:37Z</updated>
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    <title>some poems: silly</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T03:51:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T03:51:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>soft music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;These are all separate, but not titled. I'll just number them. No specific dates or order really...just a jumble. I think I needed to see them more clearly than they appear in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't let myself see&lt;br /&gt;The simple things for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I think they've hidden&lt;br /&gt;Behind the proverbial cloud that&lt;br /&gt;I so deliberately placed over my head.&lt;br /&gt;That is no place for bright dreams&lt;br /&gt;To make a sparkling life.&lt;br /&gt;When they drop splish splash&lt;br /&gt;To the ground I will&lt;br /&gt;Pick them up&lt;br /&gt;Dust them off&lt;br /&gt;And hold them up to see&lt;br /&gt;The world they can now conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;The sky turned gray&lt;br /&gt;And unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;But my arms hugged the hand&lt;br /&gt;You place on my thigh&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled; that's all&lt;br /&gt;That mattered.&lt;br /&gt;Those white and beige houses&lt;br /&gt;Rose from the grass&lt;br /&gt;And between the trees,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of evenings&lt;br /&gt;Spent scraping burnt veggies&lt;br /&gt;From a steaming pan&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't cook&lt;br /&gt;And I so badly want to try.&lt;br /&gt;One day our kids will be&lt;br /&gt;Jersey kids and I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Happier than I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm giving a speech&lt;br /&gt;I feel naked in front of all those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Which may be looking at me&lt;br /&gt;But the ears aren't filling with my words.&lt;br /&gt;Which is fine with me,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the thought&lt;br /&gt;Of all those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Which may be looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to live a big life&lt;br /&gt;That people will be able&lt;br /&gt;To read in their tea leaves:&lt;br /&gt;Like prophets.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be astonishing&lt;br /&gt;And known for me&lt;br /&gt;My silly attempts&lt;br /&gt;That aren't silly to others.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Altering frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;Alters perspective on everything-&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you don't need&lt;br /&gt;What you once thought&lt;br /&gt;And material things disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be light, pale, and&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety-less.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my surroundings help&lt;br /&gt;Me destroy myself;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my insides help&lt;br /&gt;Me destroy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;What makes us need&lt;br /&gt;The extraction of that last bit&lt;br /&gt;From others until they're plastic&lt;br /&gt;And we're left with bags&lt;br /&gt;Not of plastic, but blood?&lt;br /&gt;What was once floating inside them.&lt;br /&gt;But then we turn on ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Need more&lt;br /&gt;Get more&lt;br /&gt;Suck it out through a syringe&lt;br /&gt;Or a pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;Bag of bones&lt;br /&gt;Teeth and jewelry left&lt;br /&gt;What else is left?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, not gold, white, silver&lt;br /&gt;Primary, pure colors&lt;br /&gt;Look how straight I walk - no -&lt;br /&gt;Float along, barely touching,&lt;br /&gt;No baggage - saddle baggage.&lt;br /&gt;But no more red coats either -&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What can I extract now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;It stings, but it's faithful&lt;br /&gt;And it's a constant certainty.&lt;br /&gt;It never betrays and I lean&lt;br /&gt;Towards my drawer&lt;br /&gt;Because inside, wrapped&lt;br /&gt;In a soft cloth, like a savior child,&lt;br /&gt;Is shining cold that&lt;br /&gt;Will soothe my fevered wrist&lt;br /&gt;So I won't cry hot tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;And ,I can go on on more day (night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;Hands like tiger paws&lt;br /&gt;That wrap around me&lt;br /&gt;Like my tattered bathrobe,&lt;br /&gt;Comforting and oddly sensual,&lt;br /&gt;Next to pale, warm skin.&lt;br /&gt;You love making me come-&lt;br /&gt;Straining my muscles, the&lt;br /&gt;Sinews straining but never&lt;br /&gt;Breaking. No, never.&lt;br /&gt;During the day I'm like a&lt;br /&gt;Stiff two-by-four.&lt;br /&gt;But at night on damp sheets&lt;br /&gt;I twist like fog around&lt;br /&gt;Your strong torso, holding on&lt;br /&gt;To an anchor,&lt;br /&gt;Writhing like a snake&lt;br /&gt;I curl myself around you&lt;br /&gt;And the only way I feel okay&lt;br /&gt;Is to be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;With you inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Like a cave.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Keep dark prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;I want our dance to be&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to keep it&lt;br /&gt;That way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach out for you&lt;br /&gt;But my cold hands snag&lt;br /&gt;At my sides; held back by what?&lt;br /&gt;That invisible force that&lt;br /&gt;Pins me like a dog:&lt;br /&gt;I am made of bones,&lt;br /&gt;But you must dig to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I sit and suffer&lt;br /&gt;As it rings and echoes,&lt;br /&gt;Barking off the walls of my skull.&lt;br /&gt;Begging for scraps that&lt;br /&gt;It just steals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Where is our paradise,&lt;br /&gt;And can I sleep on your shoulder on the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foam seeps from the corners&lt;br /&gt;Of my mouth like melting ice,&lt;br /&gt;But I hide my rabidity.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it; who can blame you?&lt;br /&gt;I cringe to think of those weeks&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be gone again,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting by the door, hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking out the trash was&lt;br /&gt;A terrible procession to the grave-&lt;br /&gt;It gnawed at me as I dumped&lt;br /&gt;Them down: "Why couldn't&lt;br /&gt;You be more careful?"&lt;br /&gt;But I sit and heel when commanded,&lt;br /&gt;And there were no authoritative shouts with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came with no instructions&lt;br /&gt;And I screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;Now you're my master and&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, except for&lt;br /&gt;This biting that's hanging&lt;br /&gt;On to me like a vampire bat-&lt;br /&gt;But that's really my cross to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;I heard shades of silver,&lt;br /&gt;Like fish scales in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Make blue eyes look bluer;&lt;br /&gt;I put that stupid tin can&lt;br /&gt;Eye shadow on softly,&lt;br /&gt;Just so you'd have the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Of looking into two faux&lt;br /&gt;Swimming pools.&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd&lt;br /&gt;Come first and last and in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;Too.&lt;br /&gt;That eye shadow never had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;Today I pictured you running&lt;br /&gt;Through labyrinths of trees&lt;br /&gt;While the early springtime birds&lt;br /&gt;Sang over your curls, and&lt;br /&gt;God nodded at me with approval.&lt;br /&gt;You were beautiful, and&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was perfect ringlets,&lt;br /&gt;Like when you run the sharp side&lt;br /&gt;Of scissors over ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;It blew around your fragile ears&lt;br /&gt;In cinnamon waves,&lt;br /&gt;And I regretted losing you in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My senses are alive and&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty, for the dew at 8 am,&lt;br /&gt;And I would do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;But, as usual, a cold shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Matches the morning air.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wrap around you&lt;br /&gt;And curl up so your body heat&lt;br /&gt;Blasts me and I feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't warrant a warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, though I should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;I need a soft tune to spread&lt;br /&gt;A blanket 'round my ears&lt;br /&gt;And calm my racing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;They're a tireless dragon,&lt;br /&gt;Constantly breathing so&lt;br /&gt;The fires of past regrets&lt;br /&gt;Are kindled and I fall on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Gripping my head in a scream&lt;br /&gt;Of madness-&lt;br /&gt;But, after all, I bring it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy" people do that&lt;br /&gt;And all the world can do&lt;br /&gt;Is look on and smile sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where this&lt;br /&gt;Wayfaring child has gotten to;&lt;br /&gt;What demons did she create&lt;br /&gt;And release unto herself?&lt;br /&gt;But it's no matter,&lt;br /&gt;Because they will all occupy&lt;br /&gt;Themselves tonight&lt;br /&gt;With a few white or pink or blue&lt;br /&gt;Pills,&lt;br /&gt;And a bottle of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;I am no Helen&lt;br /&gt;And have never set foot&lt;br /&gt;On the wide-set streets of Troy,&lt;br /&gt;But I sometimes think&lt;br /&gt;About how easy my life might be&lt;br /&gt;If I was, and I had.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>exhaustion</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T01:47:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T01:47:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm really tired. I had an okay week but all these little things happened that threw me off center. I think with him being away it screwed me up too...after a few nights out with Amber I just wanted a quiet night at home with my baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work tomorrow it'll all look better....I hope.</content>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-12-15T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T20:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T20:17:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck it!</content>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-12-09T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T02:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T02:16:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What am I supposed to do? Who can help me?</content>
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    <title>Christmas music</title>
    <published>2007-11-28T04:55:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-28T04:55:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Charlotte Church</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've spent a&amp;nbsp;better part of the day just reading and relaxing. This week I don't have a&amp;nbsp;terribly huge amount of work, so I think&amp;nbsp;my mind is taking advantage&amp;nbsp;of that. I finished Maeve Binchy's "Quentins," and I'm beginning to think that she is one of my favorite authors. Her books are so full of hope and happiness, and I know that sounds sappy, but it's&amp;nbsp;a huge comfort to me.&amp;nbsp;True friends are hard to come by anymore and her books are overflowing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Everybody has always loved eating in Ireland and the family always gathered around the table - which was also where all the stories were told.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maeve Binchy&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her books, of course, makes me want to visit Ireland so badly. I'm Irish and I'm proud of where I come from, and I think I can blame that on Pop Pop :). He introduced me to all the Irish songs I know now and my ideas of what Ireland is. I think of the endless greenery and it makes me want to go away there for awhile.</content>
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    <title>I could never love again as much as I love you.</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T11:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T11:59:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DMB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have a piercing headache from complete lack of sleep. I was so overtired last night that I had to try to keep myself up to finish a paper, and I think I wound myself up by keeping my music on and stuff like that, so now I'm just screwed. I went to bed at 3 am, woke up different times during the night at like 5, 5:30, etc. Then I had to get up this morning at 7:30...NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can go downtown tonight or maybe even just to King of Prussia. I wanna get a little gussied up...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Brick - Ben Folds Five</title>
    <published>2007-10-17T03:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-17T03:07:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;6 am day after christmas&lt;br /&gt;I throw some clothes on in&lt;br /&gt;The dark&lt;br /&gt;The smell of cold&lt;br /&gt;Car seat is freezing&lt;br /&gt;The world is sleeping and&lt;br /&gt;I am numb&lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs to her apartment&lt;br /&gt;She is balled up on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Her mom and dad went down&lt;br /&gt;To charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Theyre not home to find us&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;And we drive&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have founds someone&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling more alone&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever have before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Shes a brick and Im drowning&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Off the coast and Im headed&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Shes a brick and Im drowning&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her name at 7:30&lt;br /&gt;I pace around the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Then I walk down to buy her&lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;And sell some gifts that I got&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see&lt;br /&gt;Its not me youre dying for&lt;br /&gt;Now shes feeling more alone&lt;br /&gt;Than she ever has before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weeks went by&lt;br /&gt;It showed that she was not fine&lt;br /&gt;They told me son its time&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;And she broke down and I broke&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;cause I was tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;Driving back to her apartment&lt;br /&gt;For the moment were alone&lt;br /&gt;Shes alone&lt;br /&gt;And Im alone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus</content>
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    <title>Cocaine</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T03:11:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T03:11:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric Clapton</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; am thinking about cutting tonight...I'm not depressed, not at all. I just want to. I want to feel high...I wish I had pills, or alcohol, or anything. I don't know what it is but I want to feel a thrill...I guess I want to feel anything. I feel content, but it's not enough. I still feel empty and like I'm going nowhere. Maybe I am a little depressed...who knows? I feel okay...but lately when I feel angry or upset it comes quickly and sharply. I feel like theres a void inside me and it sucks all the feeling into it...so most of the time I feel nothing. Feeling numb is the scariest thing in the world...it makes me do horrible things to myself. I'll cut myself raw, or drink myself into oblivion. I'm just so unsatisfied. What is WRONG with me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i cut tonight?</content>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-10-09T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T02:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T02:06:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm just sad.</content>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-09-20T20:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T00:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T00:56:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I don't know what's wrong with me, but what I do know is that I will probably bleed tonight. I am tired and I am groggy and I am wilting inside. I haven't been responding to much the past few days, and I think I need some help. My source left me though, so now what? I guess I just wait it out, you know? I wish I wasn't me. That's my biggest problem. I am disgusted with myself and everything that I do and say and I disgust everyone around me. I don't know how I can hide anymore...I wear make up every day so that I am not completely hideous to other people, but that will never hide my ugliness from myself. I've been trying to do work so I don't offend people with my ignorance and stupidity, but I learned today that that's not working and my French professor thinks I'm a special needs student because I never talk. I think this is the first time in a long time that I actually want to die. I want to gas myself to death so I can just fall asleep and never wake up. I want to burn myself and cut myself and I want to feel so much physical pain that the mental pain can't squeak through the cracks and I'll be able to be numb for even a few hours. I don't want to feel this pain anymore.</content>
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    <title>Cha cha cha</title>
    <published>2007-09-18T15:50:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-18T15:50:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alison Krauss and Brad Paisley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;have to leave for work in 5 minutes...hopefully no one comes in so I can write this&amp;nbsp;damn&amp;nbsp;French paper. The movie was gay, btw. I'm excited for today though!! It's so nice out and I want to walk around and be outside for awhile.&amp;nbsp;Yesss :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>comly rd.</title>
    <published>2007-09-16T05:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-16T05:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i'm locked inside my own head&lt;br /&gt;a cage of my own making&lt;br /&gt;and my limbs are erratic with exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;and my brain is limp with darting around&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot control my emotional punches&lt;br /&gt;nor my physical ramblings&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how to clear them up&lt;br /&gt;so that my blemishes won't show through&lt;br /&gt;and i won't have to explain to everyone&lt;br /&gt;that i'm just not okay anymore&lt;br /&gt;and that this facade truly is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;holding me back from a room of plush walls.</content>
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    <title>I know now, you're my only hope</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T03:18:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T03:18:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mandy Moore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Talking to Holly about boy troubles, or talking to anyone about them really, is interesting. It makes me think about my own situation and I think I need to do more of that. That's not supposed to sound so ominous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cramps :(</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:58656</id>
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    <title>Fly</title>
    <published>2007-09-10T18:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-10T18:33:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DMB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fly, fly little wing&lt;br /&gt;Fly beyond imagining&lt;br /&gt;The softest cloud, the whitest dove&lt;br /&gt;Upon the wind of heaven's love&lt;br /&gt;Past the planets and the stars&lt;br /&gt;Leave this lonely world of ours&lt;br /&gt;Escape the sorrow and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And fly again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly precious one&lt;br /&gt;Your endless journey has begun&lt;br /&gt;Take your gentle happiness&lt;br /&gt;Far too beautiful for this&lt;br /&gt;Cross over to the other shore&lt;br /&gt;There is peace forevermore&lt;br /&gt;But hold this mem'ry bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly do not fear&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is pure, your soul is free&lt;br /&gt;Be on your way, don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Above the universe you'll climb&lt;br /&gt;On beyond the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;The moon will rise, the sun will set&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly little wing&lt;br /&gt;Fly where only angels sing&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Go now, find the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Celine Dion&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:58422</id>
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    <title>Sometimes you'll win, sometimes you won't</title>
    <published>2007-09-07T02:18:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T02:18:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Martina McBride</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Starting the Atkins diet tomorrow..mostly because I literally feel huge and I want to look and feel better than this point right now. I just wish I had regular access to a scale, but I don't as of right now. Maybe in the gym at school, but that's kind of awkward. Anyway, I want to do it without starving myself, because I have no willpower and I LOVE food. This diet allows you to have a lot of fruits and veggies (mostly veggies), and meat as well which is definitely more satisfying; I just have to cut down a LOT on carbs. The goal is to get my body to go into ketosis, and then slowly introduce carbs into my diet again. Hopefully I'll stick with it...I really want to do this this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...it's interesting to me that while I'm always so preoccupied with my own problems (and we all know I have plenty of those), so many people are just as insecure as I am. It's amazing how much a normal person hides just behind their eyes. I guess being a selfish college student is not unusual for someone my age, but I guess it is good to also be able to listen to other people's problems. I'm sure it's helpful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:58302</id>
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    <title>Don't lose the dreams inside your head</title>
    <published>2007-09-06T02:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-06T02:09:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Charlotte Church</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm glad to be getting back into the swing of things with people, so to speak. I have&amp;nbsp;this dual thing going on in&amp;nbsp;my brain, where I'll want to spend my weekends with him and be protected and safe, and then the other half wants to be at school and see what's going on here. A lot of the time though,&amp;nbsp;I pick him over school because I just feel good with him.&amp;nbsp;He's constant and certain, and at school things aren't so certain. I don't like to get out of my comfort zone, and that zone is pretty&amp;nbsp;small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been procrastinating LIKE CRAZY today, taking small naps in between classes or whatever. That's really bad because first of all it means that I'm way too tired to function and&amp;nbsp;it means that I'm making my work pile up even more&amp;nbsp;so, of course, I'm inflicting&amp;nbsp;this pain all on myself.&amp;nbsp;FIGURES. Tomorrow shouldn;t be bad at all, just history and then&amp;nbsp;working at the writing center where&amp;nbsp;I'll be able to get some work done. Then the rest of the day I&amp;nbsp;REALLY have to do work,&amp;nbsp;and then maybe at night I'll be able to hang out with Cara or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah night, not a lot to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:57858</id>
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    <title>Pieces of the Sun</title>
    <published>2007-09-05T03:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-05T03:43:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DMB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I always tend to do this, just kind of sit in front of my computer and do nothing even though a pile of homework sits behind me, breathing down my neck. I read what I had to read for English though, and the only thing left really for tonight is to read half a paragraph in French and HOPEFULLY that will only take a few minutes, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be good because I moved my check up until next week...and actually I have to call them back (they probably friggen hate my voice) and schedule it for Wednesday. The women there are probably like "Oh..it's THAT girl again. The dumb one." Well, in regards to all that, it's been going a lot better since I've been back at school obviously because I just don't have the time to harp on all the details. I was lying in bed this afternoon, walking that tightrope between dreamy shadows and sharp reality when I began to think about that day. It was cold and white and there was a poster of a tropical waterfall above my head. They were talking about grocery stores and laughing, to put me at ease, and I was moaning and writhing. Chasing Cars was playing. Sometimes I'd rather remember just pieces of that day, because if I think too deeply about the whole thing I will cry. I started to write a lot more because who can I talk about this with other than a journal? Lined, white pages are less judgemental and stressful to deal with. That's not entirely fair, but I am not trying to put anybody down by talking about this. I am just trying to get my feelings out. My big, scary, boulder-like feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the future. I go on, though. I've learned to be stronger and it really does help to keep that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:57839</id>
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    <title>Wicked</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T15:47:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T15:47:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bruce Springsteen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ELPHABA&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me too fiercely &lt;br /&gt;Hold me too tight&lt;br /&gt;I need help believing&lt;br /&gt;You're with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;My wildest dreamings&lt;br /&gt;Could not forsee &lt;br /&gt;Lying beside you &lt;br /&gt;With you wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for this moment&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all resistance &lt;br /&gt;And crossed some border line&lt;br /&gt;And if it turns out&lt;br /&gt;It's over too fast &lt;br /&gt;I'll make every last moment last&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIYERO&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm brainless&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wise&lt;br /&gt;But you've got me seeing &lt;br /&gt;Through different eyes&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've fallen &lt;br /&gt;Under your spell&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's up that I fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;Every moment &lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up my body&lt;br /&gt;And make up for lost time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIYERO&lt;br /&gt;Say there's no future&lt;br /&gt;For us as a pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH&lt;br /&gt;And though I may know&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Just for this moment&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Come be how you want to&lt;br /&gt;And see how bright we shine&lt;br /&gt;Borrow the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Until it is through&lt;br /&gt;And know I'll be here holding you&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIYERO&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;What is it?(etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;It's just for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;I feel ... wicked</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:57371</id>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-07-11T01:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T05:59:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T05:59:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's my birthday!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'm so happy :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:57222</id>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-06-20T01:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T05:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T05:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:56844</id>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-06-12T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T03:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T03:08:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate everyone</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:56803</id>
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    <title>Naked</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T15:22:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T15:22:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the fishtank</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm happy :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:56455</id>
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    <title>ani difranco lyrics</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T01:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T01:42:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;pre&gt;you cried and you cried and you cried wolf
so it took me a minute to understand
that you really were hurt bad 
that day you deeply cut your hand
and then that look that you gave me
sent me rushing through guilt's door
i'd already started to feel callous 
like i really should care more

it was my work that kept me upright
so you called it a crutch
while i drifted off 
into dreams of such and such
and by the time we'd come full circle 
we knew exactly what to do
just keep looking at the triangle 
instead of what it's pointing to

but you can't will yourself happy
you can't will your cunt wet
you can't keep standing at the station 
pretending you're being met
you can't wear a sign that says 'yours'
when that ain't what you get

it flows and flows away from me
my love is a stream
your love is a vaudeville show
so charming and obscene
we both had our moments
we both had our fun
and then i hated to prove 'em all right
all those who said i'd run

but you can't will yourself happy
you can't will your cunt wet
you can't keep standing at the station
pretending you're being met
you can't keep wearing a sign that says 'yours'
when that ain't what you get
&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:56142</id>
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    <title>crash_72 @ 2007-05-08T11:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T15:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T15:32:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Disney music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Done for the summer....tons of bags...but i don't care!!!! I'm going home soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crash_72:56057</id>
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    <title>crash</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T16:38:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T16:38:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sublime</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm really unhappy and I don't know how to fix it. I feel really unsatisfied and disgusted with myself, but how do I get away from myself? How do I fix myself? I've been trying to do that for years. I don't know what I want. I feel like crying because I'm so frustrated. First, I need to get out of here...and then...I don't even know.</content>
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