<?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-2600660670241210837</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:57:11.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Walk When She Walks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-5842407993299521760</id><published>2011-03-22T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:35:47.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you cannot win wars without boots on the ground</title><content type='html'>Why do I always have to be the one to call. Maybe you should call me for once, show you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-5842407993299521760?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5842407993299521760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cannot-win-wars-without-boots-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5842407993299521760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5842407993299521760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cannot-win-wars-without-boots-on.html' title='you cannot win wars without boots on the ground'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-6856812247083200175</id><published>2011-03-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:51:28.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you&gt;</title><content type='html'>Hi Gytha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gytha Chapman. Gyth. Ginger snap. Spruce grouse. Pine needle. Geebs. GEWBS &amp;lt;3 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you wanted me to post so here it is. Idk what to talk about. Tonight was fun my love ;)&lt;br /&gt;So I greatly like this new song called Lanterns, by Rise Against. It's very catchy, and it's off their new album Endgame.&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking of right this moment? Getting my G1 drivers license. Yeah, I'm old enough but I don't think my parents trust me enough/think im mature enough. Kinda pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;Career options? If I got the marks, my ideal career option would most likely to be an air force/commercial pilot, but theres also the option of being infantry in the Canadian Forces. Theres just something about it that is very attracting to me, and I would absolutely love to take part (even though my dad really doens't want it) I would love to just be apart and be posted to the 2nd Royal Canadian Regiment (2 RCR) in Gagetown, New brunswick. That would be very nice. If I stayed in the military as a soldier long enough, I would most likely apply for CSOR (Canadian Special Operations Regiment) or JTF 2 (Joint Task Force 2) both very prestigious units and have a lot of honour within the military community. I also wouldn't mind becoming an armoured officer, and for those who don't know what that means, its the officer in charge of a squadron of tanks/light armoured vehicles (LAV's)&lt;br /&gt;It beats having to walk everywhere while in the infantry xD but really thats not a huge problem to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going to europe in the summer, at the same time as my love &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I am generally excited because we are flying into Merceilles, which is in the mediterranean. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i'm not to pleased about is I have to fly over in a frikin Airbus a310!&lt;br /&gt;It's small. I wanted something bigger like a Boeing 777-200 or atleast an a330. but NO. I get the a310. It's old. The wings will probably fall off while over the atlantic ocean :( &amp;nbsp; (just kidding my love)&lt;br /&gt;The only other big plane ride-worthy trip I may be taking this summer would be to go to BC for a few days. Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gytha.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much my sweet little ginger snap. You just told me you are sick and i wish i could be there for you :( Tonight was amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;Be happy my love Im here for you &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-6856812247083200175?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6856812247083200175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/6856812247083200175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/6856812247083200175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you&gt;'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-5541504411237880332</id><published>2011-01-03T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:17:04.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so..   God bless us everyone?</title><content type='html'>Im still hurt about the post. Most notably more than anything the stuff about 'felicity and 'talliea'&lt;br /&gt;queer fucking names if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;God i hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy if i never heard of her again. I never do.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so bad that i proved one of those fucking stupid pricks right. They dont know me. That motherfucking bitch doesn't know anything about me, and it can fucking die for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for its bf.&lt;br /&gt;personally, I dont really hate the guy&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with what hes done.&lt;br /&gt;Hes threatened my baby, and said mean things to her&lt;br /&gt;And of course, called me on.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Hes so full of himself, all 4 ft of him.&lt;br /&gt;He should learn who hes picking a fight with before he does.&lt;br /&gt;Go for it buddy, see what happens ; ) &amp;nbsp; I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been here for you. Even when you are told by your mind the opposite,&lt;br /&gt;ive been here. I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why your blog post bothers me. It's not true. I didnt leave you. We wouldnt be talking as I write this if i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bugs me more than referencing me to the fucking dirty disgusting slut.&lt;br /&gt;That shot hit my square on : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dont wish you could take it back. I really enjoy being with you , &amp;nbsp; my love &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you, always will. You make me happier every second a hundred times more than the previous &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spruce grouse, pine needle, and every other name ive ever called you &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-5541504411237880332?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5541504411237880332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-god-bless-us-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5541504411237880332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5541504411237880332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-god-bless-us-everyone.html' title='so..   God bless us everyone?'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-4689740767494688242</id><published>2011-01-03T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:59:25.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hurt Her More Than I Make Her Happy</title><content type='html'>we've fallen to pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-4689740767494688242?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4689740767494688242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hurt-her-more-than-i-make-her-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/4689740767494688242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/4689740767494688242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hurt-her-more-than-i-make-her-happy.html' title='I Hurt Her More Than I Make Her Happy'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-6229541787623225919</id><published>2010-12-18T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:57:15.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control! Alt-Delete it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know what to do. I know I want to be with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For a long time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had all these aspirations to be together when were older. Now it's all fading away :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want it too. But it is. I can't stop it. Im not the boyfriend she thought I would be :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that hurts, but its true. Disappointing every person I meet in a different way. The one person I didn't want to hurt in the world, and I completely ruin our future. We had so many goals. But now I feel like they are gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know what I feel ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will tell you exactly what I feel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel like she doesn't like me much anymore and the only reason I haven't been dumped is because she doesn't want to hurt me. I don't want it to be like that. Because I still love you. And I dont want to be lead on. If you don't like me anymore, please dump me. I dont want to be with someone who doesn't love me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enough said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just simply hate myself for what I do and what I do to others. Thats the only thing I feel right now. Self hatred. Self distaste. &amp;nbsp;I am really not liking life very much at the moment. As quoted from one of my favourite songs, "If I could change I would"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's so true. I would change so much. I would change my personality for one. I would change so much about myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I think about what it would be like without her, and never being able to have her again. I would be empty. Lost. All time low.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would probably just end up joining the army and being a soldier, because the only thing from stopping me from doing that is because I could possibly die (which I dont mind) and I wouldn't want to leave her, for her benefit and my own. If I didn't have her, that's where I would be headed. Probably being shot or blown up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would never commit suicide. It's a waste of a life. Like mentioned above, I would just join the the canadian army and get sent to Afghanistan. &amp;nbsp;Hell, do something good for once. My ideal way to die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bottom line, I really want our relationship to work. Really really bad. If your not happy with our relationship, you dont want to be together forever, you dont love me anymore, please. Dump me. As horrible as it sounds. Please don't lead me on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;relationship status: &amp;nbsp; Nothing can stop us or slow us down? &amp;nbsp;A lot can slow us down, but I hope nothing can stop us &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-6229541787623225919?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6229541787623225919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/control-alt-delete-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/6229541787623225919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/6229541787623225919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/control-alt-delete-it.html' title='Control! Alt-Delete it!'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-8061054320322996878</id><published>2010-12-15T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:53:14.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not something hard to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you so so so so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;omg. I cant be without you &amp;lt;/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Any time you thought I wanted to take FUCKING GOD DAMN BREAK i didnt mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ive never thought about dumping you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;FUCK I HATE MYSELF :'( :'( :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;its.all.my.fault &amp;lt;/3 !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-8061054320322996878?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8061054320322996878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-something-hard-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/8061054320322996878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/8061054320322996878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-something-hard-to-see.html' title='Not something hard to see'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-5638895399337872619</id><published>2010-12-15T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:42:31.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i'm dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;we will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no more dreams, no more nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i feel empty inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;im dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-5638895399337872619?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5638895399337872619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-dead-we-will-never-be-same-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5638895399337872619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5638895399337872619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-dead-we-will-never-be-same-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-7836573992822619794</id><published>2010-12-15T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:17:42.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So.Fucking.Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't even go through a relationship right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;its all because of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dont deserve her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She will find a better guy, it wont be hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;Theres nothing to lose, when no one knows your name&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;Theres nothing to gain, but the days dont seem to change&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;except when im with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodbye my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will be here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-7836573992822619794?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7836573992822619794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/7836573992822619794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/7836573992822619794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-5042328250893565842</id><published>2010-12-15T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:41:48.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For whom the bell tolls..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; know what you think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;aybe we could be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;omething tells me not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;nly you can fix us. I Cant do anything anymore. Im done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;omeone told me I would be okay if you left. I wouldn't, they dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ur love, or should I say my love for you, &amp;lt;no mutual feelings&amp;gt; cannot die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;edemption? Not a possibility. No more band aids for our relationship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;easons? Theres many. She probably doesn't love me, she told me myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou mean the world to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't fix anything, I never can. She thinks ive never loved her once this entire relationship. She hates me, she said it herself. I want to get back with her but it's probably not going to happen, I dont want to be with someone who doesn't love me. It breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark clouds are hanging all around, I try to pick myself up but I keep falling down&amp;gt;&amp;lt;Sometimes I can't even get outta my bed&amp;gt; &amp;lt;Thinking about the night before and stupid shit that I said&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lot can stop us and slow us down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My diamond on a landmine, forever &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a perfect world, a broken heart is fixed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bottom line, I want her to know that I love her despite her stupid 'reasoning' why she thinks I dont. I want her to trust me. I want her to love me again. I wish I could take back everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Control Alt-delete it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever and always &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fiercest of all the basils who are fierce?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&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/2600660670241210837-5042328250893565842?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5042328250893565842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-whom-bell-tolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5042328250893565842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/5042328250893565842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-whom-bell-tolls.html' title='For whom the bell tolls..?'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-3271428567513121378</id><published>2010-12-13T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:31:19.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fierce basil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Forever, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll walk a thousand miles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just to tell her, to tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our love is still alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'll never, I'll never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll never let it die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well you'd better watch your step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She's a diamond on a landmine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-3271428567513121378?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3271428567513121378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/forever-forever-ill-walk-thousand-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/3271428567513121378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/3271428567513121378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/forever-forever-ill-walk-thousand-miles.html' title='my fierce basil'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-3922928118261755920</id><published>2010-12-13T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:04:28.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff that hurts. alot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Its too soon for me to tell if im happy in your arms. Im unusually hard to hold onto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You aren't what I thought you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Good bye Iain smith"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't stress how much that hurt. Almost as much as "You may as well go and stab me right through the heart, because it would hurt a lot less than what you do to me all the time "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;maybe im not ment for her. Tonight just told me exactly how she feels. "You aren't what I thought you were." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that hurt. really really bad. Whats been said was said. I know how you feel now. I know how you think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And.Im.In.Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-3922928118261755920?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3922928118261755920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuff-that-hurts-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/3922928118261755920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/3922928118261755920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuff-that-hurts-alot.html' title='stuff that hurts. alot'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-2139817790979578841</id><published>2010-12-10T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:23:58.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody needs some sympathy...? Reality is truly scaring me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She's hurt again. I don't know why. I don't know how. It supposedly wasn't because of me, even though I did get a bit jealous when I said i didn't care about some fucking guy she used to like or something. Why should I care? She wouldn't care if I was talking about how I met past girls I liked. She is clearly upset and has hung up on me a few times. It hurts every time she does that, and tonight has just hurt my feelings a tiny bit. In a relationship you should tell each other what is troubling you. She expects it from me, but now she isn't telling me whats wrong with her?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When she's hurt, I'm Hurt. Thats how the world works.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She says its fine and to ignore it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;IT'S NOT FUCKING FINE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you say that all the time, and it is NOT fine! Understand that please. I'm just trying to help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;im not mad at you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you gytha &amp;lt;3 no matter what &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Relationship Status: Today I don't feel pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&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/2600660670241210837-2139817790979578841?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2139817790979578841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/shes-hurt-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/2139817790979578841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/2139817790979578841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/shes-hurt-again.html' title='Everybody needs some sympathy...? Reality is truly scaring me.'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-2671690557091179101</id><published>2010-12-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:10:35.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love.Love YOU &amp;lt;3 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;our bubble wrapped dog, our home full of cactuses, wherever the hell we want, ICELAND &amp;lt;3 :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GYTHA :D :D :D &amp;lt;333333333333333333333333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600660670241210837-2671690557091179101?l=sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2671690557091179101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/2671690557091179101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600660670241210837/posts/default/2671690557091179101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sidewalkwhenshewalks.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-some-thoughts.html' title='just some thoughts..'/><author><name>Whatever pleases you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848170878982259746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03bcCQR9jyM/TP12uMVJgeI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cpZduTAVDH0/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-20%2Bat%2B17.10%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600660670241210837.post-5566096498551663282</id><published>2010-12-06T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:30:05.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, so this is my very first post. I guess I've realized that I need somewhere to vent my angers, my fears, and anything else. I guess I could give it a try. To whomever might be out there reading, which will probably be nobody. I just need to write it down. Anyways this is not a good day. Very bad. I think ive lost the one person in the world I loved the most. My beautiful girlfriend Gytha, whom Im not sure is still my girlfriend :'( She has told me to let her go, I don't know what she means by that but I think its somewhere along the lines of 'Dump me,' Im very confused and don't know what to do, even my mom knows something is wrong. Im going for my Jiu-Jitsu and Karate yellow belt tonight, and I don't know if I can concentrate. I will have to try my best. I guess that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some of my favourite lyrics of any song anywhere is the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Billy Talent- Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She reads a book from across the street&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone that she'll never meet&lt;br /&gt;Talk over coffee for an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;She wonders why I'm always in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing time before she struts her stuff&lt;br /&gt;She needs support and I've become the crutch&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd play the game but I'm the referee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost you have found&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender) Yourself to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though I know what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;She's got a brick wall behind her door&lt;br /&gt;I'd travel time and confess to her&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;Searching until my hands bleed&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a flower in a field of weeds&lt;br /&gt;Searching until my hands bleed&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;This flower don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she belong to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost, you have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every thought, every sound&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile, every frown&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the pain we've endured until now&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;All the hope that I lost you have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has my moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has my moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;Has my moment come and passed?&lt;br /&gt;(Surrender)&lt;br /&gt;I never had the nerve to ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I love that song more than any other. Just like Gytha Chapman, who I love more than anything in the universe. 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