<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312830904389797210</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:47:11.493-08:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='sick'/><title type='text'>My Pensieve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little miss anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000680458764884200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312830904389797210.post-270457783898728038</id><published>2009-12-03T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:52:01.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>utterly disgusted.</title><content type='html'>what do you do when you're so utterly disgusted by someone...&lt;br /&gt;that its not fair to them, but you can't help it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be mean, but you feel so consumed by digust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and granted, you can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped,&lt;br /&gt;but even if they did want help now, it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't clean a kitchen if i you dont even want to touch the dishes because they're so dirty and you're so appalled by how dirty they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, you stop talking to them...but what if that's not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312830904389797210-270457783898728038?l=myxpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/270457783898728038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/270457783898728038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/utter-disgusted.html' title='utterly disgusted.'/><author><name>little miss anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000680458764884200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312830904389797210.post-7230254570569093269</id><published>2009-10-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:06:02.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last thing i wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;last thing i wrote, a while ago.  haven't written these things in a while.  so revealing/embarassing (?) for lack of a better word? so i'll disable the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I open my eyes and look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;But everything's black and I start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I pat the ground and feel with my hands&lt;br /&gt;But with each empty grab my nightmare expands&lt;br /&gt;I find myself lost in a cold, dark place&lt;br /&gt;I start to despair, but I need to brace--&lt;br /&gt;myself and get it together&lt;br /&gt;Even though I feel I'll never get better&lt;br /&gt;I hear my friends voices but they're so far away&lt;br /&gt;telling me where to go, but I'm in disarray&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;but now you're gone and I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You were the only thing keeping me going&lt;br /&gt;my life was falling apart, but you kept showing&lt;br /&gt;me love like I had never felt before&lt;br /&gt;I was scared at first, but I started to adore&lt;br /&gt;you and I wanted to be your one and only&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm scared and confused and I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my heart's been ripped into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I tried so many things, but my pain only increases&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the pain I inflicted&lt;br /&gt;We fought a lot, but I never would've predicted&lt;br /&gt;that things would end this way&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty, I wish I could convey&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I have, the emptiness I feel&lt;br /&gt;Do you sense it too?  Was everything real?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back, knowing what I know now&lt;br /&gt;I'd do things differently, I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I ever let you get away&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me at night and during the day&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you left your shadow here&lt;br /&gt;Everything reminds me, I wish you would appear&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, hold me, tell me something sweet&lt;br /&gt;Reach for my hand and make me complete&lt;br /&gt;You said that you loved me, and I believed&lt;br /&gt;Why did you hurt me?  I feel so deceived&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;to when we were in love, it was so sublime&lt;br /&gt;If you really loved me, how come you don't anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking over, hoping you'll come through the door&lt;br /&gt;If your love for me was real, don't you want a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Let us try together, rekindle our romance&lt;br /&gt;Everything I felt for you was sincere&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how your feelings can just disappear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you still love me, and that you'll hold me&lt;br /&gt;Make my "I" become "we"&lt;br /&gt;Melt my heart again, break me free&lt;br /&gt;Won't you open yours, hear my lover's plea&lt;br /&gt;I know my mistakes, I won't mess up again&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the same person that I was then&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you and be your rock&lt;br /&gt;Won't you forgive me, free me from this shock&lt;br /&gt;Your life's turning around, it makes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me when mine's getting crappy&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be so needy or demanding&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more open and more understanding&lt;br /&gt;You were a huge part of my life&lt;br /&gt;Stand by my side, help me through this strife&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you through good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;I know if you'll just let me, we can revive the love we had&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I'll get better, that I'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want anyone else, I just want you&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know you'll take away my aches&lt;br /&gt;I'll fulfill all your needs and desires&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy to do whatever my love requires&lt;br /&gt;We can get over this hump and onto clear roads&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me while my life erodes&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything when I know that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll consider, give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pride, but I find myself on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;You are my answer, you are the key&lt;br /&gt;You came out of nowhere and taught me to love&lt;br /&gt;You made me so happy, I thank God above&lt;br /&gt;I've found a clearing in that forest of mine&lt;br /&gt;The sun's still not up but the sky is benign&lt;br /&gt;I finally found you, in my way through the dark&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you, and revive our spark&lt;br /&gt;But your back is turned and your mind is elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, I wish I could be there&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach out, but the space between us grows&lt;br /&gt;I start to despair, but then I compose&lt;br /&gt;myself, I know you want me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly sorry for all I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I turn, you turn too&lt;br /&gt;But the way I feel about you is still true&lt;br /&gt;Please turn around, face me, and stay near&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get out of this forest if you're here&lt;br /&gt;This is my last act of desperation&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left to ponder in anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you still love me, that you'll want to try&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be my world again, and wipe my tears when I cry&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, I don't want to let go&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart one last time, I just have to know&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me, I won't hurt you this time&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you and make this our prime&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to love you the way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;If your love for me was real, tell me you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the person you are&lt;br /&gt;And I'll support you, let me be your star&lt;br /&gt;If you give us this chance, I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't make you regret&lt;br /&gt;I thought this might work, I wanted to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;But after losing you, I realize I don't want this to end&lt;br /&gt;I never showed you how much I really care&lt;br /&gt;And now I realize I love you so much, when you aren't there&lt;br /&gt;I'd go to any lengths for you&lt;br /&gt;When I was falling to pieces, you were my glue&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings, I just want you to know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you, this is so surreal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't necessarily say everything in this "poem" is true, but desperate times call for desperate measures and when i'm feeling extreme emotion, words always seem to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312830904389797210-7230254570569093269?l=myxpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/7230254570569093269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/7230254570569093269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-thing-i-wrote.html' title='last thing i wrote'/><author><name>little miss anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000680458764884200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312830904389797210.post-4624849916027236576</id><published>2009-10-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:13:56.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory lane...</title><content type='html'>sooo putting off studying for a little bit longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to type up some old entries i wrote in my journal way back when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written december 24th, 2004.  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"incredible sadness, a feeling i can't describe&lt;br /&gt;i've felt this before--this void, this vibe&lt;br /&gt;and though i try, i can't find the words&lt;br /&gt;they escape before my fingers, like birds&lt;br /&gt;fluttering away into the vast sky&lt;br /&gt;questions form in my head, and i ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;why on Christmas Eve do i feel this emotion?&lt;br /&gt;why am i bothered by this notion?&lt;br /&gt;why does emotion overpower me?&lt;br /&gt;why does my concentration flee?&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is sit here and stare&lt;br /&gt;though the world around me changes, i am unaware&lt;br /&gt;off into space i let my mind wander&lt;br /&gt;thoughts enter my mind, and i ponder&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is sit here and think&lt;br /&gt;and slowly i begin to sink&lt;br /&gt;in the pool of thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts grow and begin to spread&lt;br /&gt;trickling into every crevice and every crack&lt;br /&gt;someone save me from this attack&lt;br /&gt;tears flood my eyes, but do not leak out&lt;br /&gt;i do not give my eyes permission to impersonate a spout&lt;br /&gt;i feel sadness but not self-pity&lt;br /&gt;in my heart, there is growing a city&lt;br /&gt;a city of the unfamiliar and of doubt&lt;br /&gt;i don't know from where this well of sadness sprouts&lt;br /&gt;but looking in, i see no end&lt;br /&gt;i have a long ways, and i've only begun to descend&lt;br /&gt;where will my sadness lead me?&lt;br /&gt;when will i be able to be free?&lt;br /&gt;for so long have i been a slave&lt;br /&gt;being swallowed up by this wave&lt;br /&gt;of strong emotion that i cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot flee for i have been scraped&lt;br /&gt;sadness has made its mark&lt;br /&gt;and though my world has become dark,&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;though i'm torn asunder--&lt;br /&gt;sadness is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so negative and depressed&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had a lot on my mind back then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312830904389797210-4624849916027236576?l=myxpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4624849916027236576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/4624849916027236576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/4624849916027236576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/memory-lane.html' title='memory lane...'/><author><name>little miss anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000680458764884200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312830904389797210.post-5661798362062926920</id><published>2009-10-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:16:35.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>sick and dying</title><content type='html'>My second time sick this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hit by the runny nose truck and now i'm a leaky faucet, sore throat, and coughing every 5 seconds =(.  i hate this weather.  someone take me to the caribbean islands please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this dreary weather and nasty cold and disgusting rain is starting to take a toll on me.  i really do feel like my emotions or the way i feel is somehow related...positively correlated might i say...with the weather.  sometimes the sun decides to stick her head out and my day isn't so bad.  and sometimes we have that horrible weather i described above and i feel like i could be borderline depressed, or at least approaching it.  but that's normal right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312830904389797210-5661798362062926920?l=myxpensieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/5661798362062926920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312830904389797210/posts/default/5661798362062926920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myxpensieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-and-dying.html' title='sick and dying'/><author><name>little miss 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