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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:03:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love when I take adderall and it puts me in one of those moods where I love everyone and everything and I even love hating the things that I hate. I am so thankful that I live in such a nice warm house and have such wonderful people in my life and am getting a great education and have so many opportunities in front of me. I love being proud of myself and getting along with my mom. I love when my dog warms my feet while I do my homework and I love thinking about boys. But more than anything else, I love you! Yes, you!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today a few minutes before the choir concert I was talking to Justin Cospito when he looks at me and says &quot;your boobs are looking bigger than they usually do.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........i love high school</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:28:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Life is so very good right now! I&apos;m feeling great with school, with friends, and with myself. I didn&apos;t expect this!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 02:52:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, that was summer, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I&apos;ll have my act together this year. Hopefully I&apos;ll be okay this year. Even though I&apos;m terrified, I actually have a pretty good feeling about it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 06:48:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a 60 hour drive</title>
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  <description>Robby&apos;s moving to Alaska. I&apos;m actually really heart broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002z53e/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002z53e/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know how to tell him how great he is. More importantly, I don&apos;t know how I&apos;m going to live without him.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 05:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve missed Rachael so much. I feel like I just got back a part of me that was missing. I don&apos;t care how typical that is to say, maybe I am being typical. A typical girl who is reminded of the not so typical love that boils beneath the surface of her life. Though I love taking care of her, I just wish she wouldn&apos;t have to be in pain to begin with. My mom always use to say, &quot;I just wish I could wave my magic wand over you so that you wouldn&apos;t have to hurt,&quot; and I understand exactly what she means. If I had a magic wand, I would wave it over everybody I loved and tell them that they&apos;ve always deserved better. Maybe I&apos;d wave it over the people who I hated too, and then it would make me realize that they were only awful because they were hurting, too. I would wave it over everyone who ever existed and then I would be the only one left with hurt. But I wouldn&apos;t mind because there would be so much love everywhere around me that I would always know it was worth hurting all the time for. I wish I had a magic wand.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tonight i passed out in the gutter in front of Nick&apos;s house. My therapist and I talked about how it&apos;s hard to get the love you want from the people that surround you because it&apos;s not like you can say &quot;Hey, friends, I could use some love right now&quot;. But when I woke up and felt Katie and Molleigh&apos;s hands on my shoulders, could here katie crying and asking if I was okay, could hear them check my breathing.. I felt like exactly that was happening. I needed them in the deepest possible way and they loved me in entirety, as I love them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 04:37:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I guess it&apos;s my birthdayyyyy. I&apos;m thinking about lauren roy a lot. It&apos;s her birthday too. well goodnight</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:16:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well on saturday I took my drivers test and I was sure I was about to have a panic attack. But I held up and got a perfect score on my parking. I messed up once when I got into the left turn lane later than she wanted, and again when I slowed down too much while getting off the freeway. Other than that I did great! My dad gave me a high five. So in three days I will be a licensed driver. Which I suppose is a big deal in the common life of an adolescent.&lt;br /&gt;Juliette is very gone and is camping right now somewhere in France. I don&apos;t like to think about it. I have been put on prozac, but they&apos;re starting me out on 10 mg so I haven&apos;t felt anything yet. I am trying very hard to be happy and very hard to be optimistic, because summer is getting closer to it&apos;s end and I would just hate myself if I didn&apos;t at least try to make the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;Today I was hanging pictures on my wall, and was nailing a nail into the wall. It flew back and hit me in the face, and after that I couldn&apos;t find it. A few hours I looked up and it&apos;s stuck in my ceiling. I don&apos;t want to move it because I think it is too good of a story. &lt;br /&gt;Generally I&apos;d say I&apos;m doing pretty well lately. But I have to keep myself very busy. If I don&apos;t, I think too much. And when I think too much, I feel too empty.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 18:29:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Juliette is leaving and I know I am going to feel very empty and probably wish I was dead. I love her so much</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 14:58:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last night was the last night Julliette will spend at my house, and today is the last time she&apos;ll be with me constantly. That means that by the end of the day I&apos;m going to have to go back to all the things I&apos;ve been avoiding for a week without any distractions. At least Katie will be home I guess.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tomorrow</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Julliette and I go to Cedar Pointe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002tfph/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002tfph/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love AnnIe and Amelie and that is that&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 07:44:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mister cellophane</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I am completely sure that Juliette and I will be life long friends. She is such a blessing in my life sent at just the right time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002p7be/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002p7be/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002qk71/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002qk71/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002r3kf/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002r3kf/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am loving that Emma is back in my life, and missing Kate too much.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 23:02:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I see Dave on wednesday. It feels like it&apos;s been ages. I feel like I am a different person! A worse one.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 18:49:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://northville.skyrock.com/1.html&quot;&gt;http://northville.skyrock.com/1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowwwww, I love Juliette so much.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad that I have to use google translate for a lot of it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:46:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I forgot to mention that I&apos;ve lost 6 and a half pounds in a month! It was completely  unintentional.. but of course my mother and doctors don&apos;t think so, and are trying to &quot;fatten me up&quot;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 08:21:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>At this rate I feel like I&apos;m going to spend the right of my life pacing back and forth lost in thought</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:06:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002ews9/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002ews9/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;253&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pictures from the party are on a private facebook album. If you want to see them, just let me know and I&apos;ll include your name in who can view the album.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 15:54:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Don&apos;t tell your mother that you are afraid&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t tell your lover that your heart might break&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t tell your gods you no longer believe&lt;br /&gt;Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you&lt;br /&gt;And you will miss them oh so bad&lt;br /&gt;And you will wait for their return&lt;br /&gt;And you will wish they were your own&lt;br /&gt;But gods that have left you will never grace your home</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 23:20:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>even</title>
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  <description>though I got a 63% on my math final, today has been a wonderful day! Only two more days, mannnnn</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:38:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you know how</title>
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  <description>there&apos;s that saying that the you can look at the class half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;and how sometimes people express themselves by saying that they are half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that I don&apos;t know which one I am, or if I am even 1/4 full or 2/3 empty or even 1/16 empty.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is because I am (and hell, maybe we all are) so stirred up and shaken that our inner liquids are constantly splashing around and so I couldn&apos;t say how full I am since I am just a big mess. &lt;br /&gt;And I probably should take into account that the liquid inside my inner glass is probably carbonated.. I couldn&apos;t tell you why. With that said, there&apos;s the whole element of that bubbly stuff that fizzes at the top. Does that go towards the half empty/half full liquid account? or do you have to subtract it from your total volume?&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: I am so fucking done with adderall and done with thinking about stupid shit like my fucking inner liquids. holy shit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:41:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My boyfriend is wonderful</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/00027cx7/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/00027cx7/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/00028hz1/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/00028hz1/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/000298qb/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/000298qb/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002ak9b/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002ak9b/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002bq6s/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/lackofkathy/pic/0002bq6s/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last sunday of dreading monday, the worst day to be procrastinating, and the worst day to be missing my man. But it is the best day for a cigarette and the best day to realize that I&apos;ve got it so damn good.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 03:03:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mmmm</title>
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  <description>my life is starting to get so good! I can breathe more easily and things are getting much better.  All it takes are a few good days and the realization that you just made it through another year of high school, and everything turns around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my brother gave me a sip of his Arabic coffee today...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him too much</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:53:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today I successfully</title>
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  <description>-Fucked my math grade over completely&lt;br /&gt;-Broke the trust of my beautiful best friend (thanks for that, Kate)&lt;br /&gt;-Texted in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the last one is the only one I am proud of.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:27:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m going to bed</title>
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  <description>because I suck. Plain and fucking simple.</description>
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