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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 22:30:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have mono&lt;br /&gt;I have a bacterial infection in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I have two uncles that couldn&apos;t give a shit about me (though they pretty much raised me)&lt;br /&gt;I have a half of a family that is splitting at the seams. I wish I could be the glue.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2006 17:15:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow i got a 69 hahahaha</title>
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  <description>1) smoked&lt;br /&gt;2) consumed alcohol&lt;br /&gt;3) slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;4) slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;5) made out with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;6) had sex&lt;br /&gt;7) had someone in your room of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;8) watched porn&lt;br /&gt;9) bought porn&lt;br /&gt;10) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;12) taken someone else&apos;s prescription medicine&lt;br /&gt;13) lied to your parents&lt;br /&gt;14) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;15) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;16) done something illegal&lt;br /&gt;17) cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;18) hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;19) wished someone to die&lt;br /&gt;20) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) missed curfew&lt;br /&gt;22) stayed out all night&lt;br /&gt;23) eaten a carton of icecream by yourself&lt;br /&gt;24) been to a therapist&lt;br /&gt;25) been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;26) dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;27) recieved a ticket&lt;br /&gt;28) been in an accident&lt;br /&gt;29) been to a club&lt;br /&gt;30) been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;32) seen the Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;34) had a spring break in Florida&lt;br /&gt;35) sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;36) wore black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;37) wore arm bands&lt;br /&gt;38) wore t-shirts with band names&lt;br /&gt;39) listened to rap&lt;br /&gt;40) own a 50 cent cd&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;42) dressed prep&lt;br /&gt;43) dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;44) dressed grunge&lt;br /&gt;45) stole something&lt;br /&gt;46) been to drunk to remember anything&lt;br /&gt;47) blacked out&lt;br /&gt;48) fainted&lt;br /&gt;49) had a crush on your neighbor&lt;br /&gt;50) had someone sneak into your room&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) snuck into some one else&apos;s room&lt;br /&gt;52) had a crush on your best friend&apos;s sib. other&lt;br /&gt;53) been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;54) dry humped someone&lt;br /&gt;55) been called a slut&lt;br /&gt;56) called someone a slut&lt;br /&gt;57) installed speakers in your car&lt;br /&gt;58) broke a mirror&lt;br /&gt;59) showered at someone of the opposites sex&apos;s house&lt;br /&gt;60) brushed your teeth with someone elses toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) consider ludacris your favorite rapper&lt;br /&gt;62) seen an R rated movie in theaters&lt;br /&gt;63) cruised the mall&lt;br /&gt;64) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;65) had an eating disorder&lt;br /&gt;66) had an injury&lt;br /&gt;67) gone to court&lt;br /&gt;68) walked out of a resteraunt without paying&lt;br /&gt;69) caught something on fire&lt;br /&gt;70) lied about your age&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) owned an apartment&lt;br /&gt;72) cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;73) cheated with someone&lt;br /&gt;74) got in trouble with the police&lt;br /&gt;75) talked to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;76) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;77) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;78) rode in the car with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;79) been sexually harrassed&lt;br /&gt;80) been verbally harrassed&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) met face to face with someone you met online&lt;br /&gt;82) stayed online for 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;83) talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;84) watched tv for 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;85) been to a fair&lt;br /&gt;86) been called a bad influence&lt;br /&gt;87) cursed&lt;br /&gt;88) prank called someone&lt;br /&gt;89) laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;90) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) cheated on homework&lt;br /&gt;92) held hands with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;93) been pushed into a pool&lt;br /&gt;94) played pool&lt;br /&gt;95) watched 5 hours of mtv straight&lt;br /&gt;96) had a crush on someone 8 years older than you&lt;br /&gt;97) had a crush on someone younger than you&lt;br /&gt;98) worn eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;99) skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;100) laughed at someone who was seriously hurt&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 02:28:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>don&apos;t let me get away</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;&quot;All you need is love&quot; is a lie &apos;cause &lt;br /&gt;We had a love but we still said goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;m ready to fall in love with love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want a boy&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Split Screen Sadness&quot; John Mayer</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2006 22:16:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>carry this picture [necklace]</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;how can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;just let you leave without a trace?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need friends my own age. I need to stay out of trouble. Moreover I need to stop looking for attention in the wrong places. I want help... but I don&apos;t want to change. Is this just going to be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the wrong time to be thinking about all of this. I&apos;m utterly confused. I feel like I&apos;m walking around in a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to realize that I should be ashamed... but to feel no negative emotions at all?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 00:35:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>that look so condescending</title>
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  <description>I need to start actually functioning. Right now I feel like my day is just dragging me along. Hopping from deadline to deadline is leaving me a mess. I want a hug. and a nap. I don&apos;t really know what I need right now; i feel like i want a boy... but i&apos;m sure that&apos;s not what i really need. I&apos;m thinking about applying to a month long dance intensive this summer. It looks pretty good. I can&apos;t pick between that and TiP... hmmmmmmm...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 03:53:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just want to cry. I just need to sit on someone&apos;s lap and bawl my eyes out. I think it would be a release that I have to have. I just need a vent. But I can never seem to actually open up when given the chance.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 22:31:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Come see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;West Side Story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today January 7, as well as the 13 and 14 at 7:30 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and January 8 and 15 at 2:30 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;admission is free&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it&apos;s in St Luke&apos;s United Methodist Church. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Directions: If you&apos;re on Hixon pike headed away from downtown, take a left right before the S curves onto Haywood avenue, then take your first right on to Ozark. You&apos;ll come to a T junction where you go left onto another Ozark. Follow that until you turn left onto Social Circle (there&apos;s a small sign for the church posted). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3 Elyse&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 23:44:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>New years resolution: to be less self centered and judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s a toughie yo</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 20:21:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hmmmm boys are silly. I&apos;m done with them. All of them. Flirting for me... its fun but killer in the end so I just give up. Ha I&apos;ll completely forget I ever said that as soon as some hot boy looks my way. Whateva</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 20:17:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/2JessyHenderson.html&quot;&gt;Haha for all those times you wonder...&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 21:17:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Question of the day: If you had to put a pricetag on a parent, how much is a dad worth?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 19:03:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So whenever I have to deal with the shit that comes with not knowing how to be a friend without being a flirt, I think of this and realize I&apos;m probably not 100% in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don&apos;t say you&apos;re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won&apos;t answer your catcalls, sometimes you&apos;re looking at a nice girl in whore&apos;s clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we&apos;re all thinking the same thing: &quot;This isn&apos;t me. Tomorrow morning, I&apos;ll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I&apos;ll have slept alone and I&apos;ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me.&quot; You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don&apos;t want the nice girl.. so don&apos;t say you&apos;re looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we&apos;re willing to extend - - but in return, we&apos;re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 03:11:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=31875&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;what kind of smile do you have? (pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz7/31875/res1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexy smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;you are an optimistic, fun person who loves to showoff those pearly white teeth!!! you always find the good in everything and that alone is very sexy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myyearbook.com&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World&apos;s Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 23:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Dear Santa&lt;br /&gt;   All I really want is good grades. And when I say good grades I mean the amazing grades that you don&apos;t really have to study for. I know that&apos;s pretty complicated and only happens to a few people. And to loose a liiiiiittle weight. Just enough to be all skinny and dancery looking again-- I miss that. I want to be able to see my hipbones and lose all of the jiggle in my thighs and legs. And abs would be good--but if you can&apos;t that&apos;s ok too. And a boy. Yeah a really nice but attractive and funny boy. But he has to want me, because I&apos;m tired of chasing, very tired. A good reputation would be nice. And a social life would pretty much make life perfect. Is that too much? I haven&apos;t been very good I guess. But this year I&apos;m gonna try to get all of the above. Except for the boy, like I said I&apos;m done with the chasing. So if the most amazing guy ever could just fall into my lap that would be great. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyse</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 23:47:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Grow up?</title>
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  <description>I am an american aquarium drinker&lt;br /&gt;I assassin down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;I’m running out in the big city blinking&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I let go of you? &lt;br /&gt;Let’s forget about the tongue-tied lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let’s undress just like cross-eyed strangers&lt;br /&gt;This is not a joke so please stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I said it didn’t hurt? &lt;br /&gt;I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Take from the inside, lady gold on tight&lt;br /&gt;You so right when you said I been drinking&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when we said goodnight? &lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you in the bible-black pre-dawn&lt;br /&gt;You’re quite a quiet domino, bury me not&lt;br /&gt;Take off your bandaid because I don’t believe in touchdowns&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when we said hello? &lt;br /&gt;I always thought that if I held you tightly&lt;br /&gt;You’d always love me like you did back then&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell asleep &amp; the city kept blinking&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I let you back in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really like those lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make good decisions over break, or at least make the bad ones that you won&apos;t regret later. &lt;br /&gt;I love you all very much and hope that things are going well. &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Used to be lying when I said it wasn’t easy&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Disposable dixie cup drinking&lt;br /&gt;I assassin down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;I’m running out in the big city blinking&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I let go of you?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 01:14:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am getting so frustrated. I give up 2 and a half hours of my week to go scream my voice raw. I&apos;m trying to discipline kids that are either apathetic to the show, or &quot;too good&quot; to listen to me. Though they&apos;re older and have bigger parts, I still need their cooperation. It&apos;s so frustrating because every single conversation adds to the noise level in the room. I won&apos;t lie, dancing isn&apos;t easy. And trying to get a large group of non dancers and dancers alike to partner dance in a very stylized manner is challenging. I guess I&apos;m just freaking out about the whole show. And I hate looking like the bitch. I repeatedly strike the fear of God into the hearts of 12 year olds. That is not a nice thing to do and I realize that. But I cannot help it. I&apos;m so over it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2005 15:12:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>silly girls</title>
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  <description>Is it possible to be too chill? I think I bore people because I&apos;m not all hyper and giddy like most girls. Whatever. I don&apos;t really care that much, it&apos;s just kind of bothering me that I&apos;d have to be something I&apos;m not to be more entertaining.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 02:57:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I think I&apos;m over him... Finally! It took me like ages haha but it&apos;s all good now. Everything is going well, and I&apos;m beginning to reconnect old friendships hopefully. I hope this happiness lasts yayyyy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 03:43:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Any advice on how to trust someone?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 04:40:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sometimes I just want to give the world a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t like sexual tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and body image problems they pretty much suck too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I&apos;m still in amazing mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be a boy&lt;br /&gt;oh wait that&apos;s right it is, but I can&apos;t get ahold of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let&apos;s see how life goes if I follow the advice of Fight Club and &lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 02:55:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I got the biggest let down by a friend last night. I&apos;ve never been so disappointed in so many actions from just one person.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 04:30:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>more boy frustrations</title>
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  <description>I am so frustrated. I don&apos;t understand how you can claim to be attached to someone, then randomly after a four month relationship, just stop caring. I want him back, but I get the feeling he doesn&apos;t care about me anymore. I just want to scream or cry or kiss him til he realizes that he wants me back too. But it&apos;s not gonna happen. And I&apos;m getting pretty sick of putting myself out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it my turn to be chased? I need a relationship that I don&apos;t have to pursue from beginning to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to hit me in the face with a big &quot;he doesn&apos;t care about you anymore get over it&quot; &lt;br /&gt;and probably another good cry</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 03:00:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think I&apos;m finally beginning to get over Mat. Part of the reason (unless I&apos;m rationalizing, which is entirely possible) is that for several years I have let boys&apos; perceptions of me determine my self worth. Except, it was more proportional to the amount of attention they gave me. I enjoyed being treated like that. For awhile I had to work to get even negative attention. Then I began to have more self confidence (especially about my appearance) But now, I feel as though I have no place in my high school. Some people think I&apos;m a slut apparently. Others now think I&apos;m a druggie. I don&apos;t know what to do, or even who to turn to. I just feel lost. Everyone is so fake and two-faced that it is impossible to determine who sincerely likes you, and who doesn&apos;t. I feel like no one likes me right now. I have no idea how to go about fixing it. Oh well. Only a few more years of high school and I won&apos;t have to deal with this anymore. Keeping up appearances just seems so entirely useless; when you do that you cannot possbibly allow others to begin to get to know the real you. And what is the point of simply maintaining a reputation that isn&apos;t genuine? Who benefits from that? You? The people that believe they know you? I just don&apos;t understand anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s going to measure my sucess? My college apps? My extracurriculars? My wealth? I want to know where to go from here. But I&apos;m learning that no one can tell me that. What I expect out of life is changing every day. I have no idea if I&apos;m going to be ready to be my own person by that golden age of 18. Truth is, I can&apos;t really name many people who are right now. Ok so now it comes, do I buckle down and be the student, or lay back a little bit and just try to experience. We&apos;ll see, and hopefully I&apos;ll keep doing this so I can get a little closer to some insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;Elyse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS all the shit I&apos;ve talked about my dad needs to be forgotten. He is the coolest adult in my life right now</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 03:21:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Even though I&apos;m much less of a trainwreck than I was this morning, I was still a wreck. When I was sitting with Mat in a meeting I got that shaky, butterfly feeling. Why can&apos;t I get over him? I am trying. In a way I want a rebound relationship, if only to keep my mind off of everything. But then I don&apos;t really want to get into that, it will just be messy. I feel so dramatic and obnoxious, but I have never been hurt this badly by a boy before. And I can&apos;t really blame him for much because it wasn&apos;t even intentional. I guess I wasn&apos;t ready to be over him. I assumed he felt the same. I knew we were drifting, but never for one second did I think that I would look around and he would have started dating some other girl. I just give up. I don&apos;t know what to do. If I had any guts I&apos;d bite the bullet and either avoid him or hang out with him so I can get a friendship going. I just have this piece of me that still thinks that maybe sometime in the future I can have him back. Realistically I don&apos;t even think that is possible. But whenever my feelings are involved, I lose all rational thought. I called him twice last night, and I still couldn&apos;t ask him what I wanted to in person. I&apos;m tired of putting myself out there. So far, every time I&apos;ve tried to let a guy prove me wrong and stay with me when I need them, I have been let down. I&apos;m 0-5 and I&apos;m slowly losing hope. On top of everything, I found out that a lotttt of people assume that last year I was anorexic, and that this year, because I&apos;m a flirt and I need attention, that I am automatically a whore or whatever. What the hell is wrong here? I thought I was a good kid. I guess I thought wrong. I don&apos;t know. I feel so incredibly lost. I feel like life is a ton of bricks just sitting on my chest right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the ADD rant</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 01:33:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I can&apos;t get over him. I don&apos;t know why. I talked to him, and I asked him something about another girl. He wouldn&apos;t give me a straight answer and I wanted to cry. This has never been so hard. I guess I&apos;m just used to doing all of the dumping. I guess this is good for me. I feel so attatched. How do you fix your heart when it hurts. How can you miss someone that is within touching distance. And how the hell can I get over him or win him back. I just want him back.</description>
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