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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 08:17:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fuck.</title>
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  <description>Is it possible to feel ill at just the sight of something or someone that you despise? I think so. Just knowing the secrets I&amp;nbsp;keep eats at me every day. I wish it were possible to change who I am, what I am, but no such luck in this world. There&apos;s no explanation for my actions. I&amp;nbsp;consider myself a rational person, but who can call themselves rational while participating in irrational thoughts and actions? It is clear that I am bitter. No one knows the self loathing I&amp;nbsp;feel because I&amp;nbsp;mask it with humor and charisma. If you&apos;ve spoken with me it may, or may not be, obvious. At this point I am at my lowest. I cannot be everyone&apos;s favorite person, but maybe I&amp;nbsp;should working on being my own favorite person for the time being. Otherwise, I may not make it out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 07:33:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why?</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s a good feeling to be writing here again. This post isn&apos;t dwelling on past events, but future occurences. I know it&apos;s kind of impulsive to feel this way so early on, but it&apos;s different. I&apos;ve found out what people think of me on first impression and it&apos;s surprising and not something I would&apos;ve expected three years ago.&amp;nbsp; This has also helped with the opposite sex. Never have I met someone that sparked an interest in me right off the bat and it is very unnerving seeing as I pride myself on being unaffected by some emotion. I&apos;m pleasantly surprised and hope this isn&apos;t just an illusion.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 19:24:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This was expected.</title>
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  <description>You live you learn. I should&apos;ve known my actions would have these exact consequences. Even if it happened in another way the outcome couldn&apos;t have been anything but this. I hope that this can come to pass eventually, however I&apos;m not sure it will. Lesson learned.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 02:53:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bike wreck</title>
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  <description>I decided today was a good day to ride my bike. I was fucking wrong. I crashed my bike and fucked up the left side of my body. It hurts now, it&apos;ll hurt more tomorrow. I felt sick when I got up after it happened. I didn&apos;t hit my head though. I think the pain coursing through me is what made me feel sick. I don&apos;t know. I feel better now. Wait to see what tomorrow brings.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 08:00:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finalizing</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve never actually ever felt like I was done with someone. As in I never felt like after an incident I wanted to separate myself from them. It&apos;s a new feeling and it&apos;s not rejected. I&apos;ve experienced this emotion for the first time. It&apos;s emotionless detachment. It still hurts to be like this, but it&apos;s too much for me to handle anymore. I need some relief. I need to put myself in a better place. I&apos;m calmed down now, but the sting of what occurred still sticks, and it will from now until I leave. I&apos;m done.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:28:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The way it is</title>
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  <description>School is going alright for now. I haven&apos;t been able to see any particularly great grades or anything, but as far as being in school it&apos;s more tolerable. Outside of school is the better part of my day. Sometimes I hang with friends or I just sit at home. Either of these is good with me. My weekends, I&apos;ve noticed, are increasingly more busy than they used to be. I&apos;m always away. I guess it&apos;s just me wanting to pull away from my family and try to start things by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the way it is, it&apos;s good. I&apos;ve been wanting to expand my horizons socially for a while now. I&apos;ve done it to a certain extent. I&apos;ve gotten closer to people I want to know and pulled away from those I don&apos;t want to associate myself with anymore. I&apos;ve also met new people who I&apos;ve instantly realized were better than some of the friends that I&apos;ve made over the years. Not to say that the friends I have made aren&apos;t good it&apos;s just a few of them I&apos;ve pulled away from because of what they&apos;ve turned into. My mood has grown more serious over the past few months, but only in school because of my grades. During the weekend I let go and enjoy myself, cherishing the time I have left with those that I won&apos;t see for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer I&apos;m debating on whether or not I want to go away or stay for it. I feel if I stay I&apos;ll miss out on an opportunity to do something with my last summer as depending fully on someone else. So far I might be able to go to Europe, but the chances of that are slim to none. On the other hand I can work up some money for college going to work with my uncle in Wisconsin. I like it up there and at one point was considering going to college there since it&apos;s really nice.&amp;nbsp; But if I stay I can spend that last summer with the family and friends. But if this summer turns out anything like last summer then I&apos;ll leave. And if the way people act now is any indication then that is a very huge possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know yet. But as of now that&apos;s the way it is.</description>
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