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  <title>Never is a promise...</title>
  <subtitle>broken_blossom</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-03-13T23:59:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:18091</id>
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    <title>Hey Y'all...</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T23:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T23:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've decided once again that it was about time for a new username.  Plus, I wrote about waaaay too much depressing shit in this journal...even though my life is quite depressing ha.  But hey...life's all about change right?  So...my new and hopefully FINAL username is impulsive_one so add me and I'll add you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:17479</id>
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    <title>all i need...</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T07:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T07:02:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">all i need is to feel loved and i know that i am not a lovable person...although sometimes i'd like to believe that i am lovable but it's cool if i am not cuz like i said...some people have no purpose and i am one of them.  i need a huge giant hug right now from anyone and no one is there to give it...go figure...and people wonder why i want to die...what is WRONG with me????</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:17286</id>
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    <title>my life is shit...</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T06:09:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T06:12:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>SO INCREDIBLY DEPRESSED AND NO ONE EVEN CARES</lj:music>
    <content type="html">all i have to say is no matter what i do i always wanna die...i drink and i wanna die more...actually i wanna cut more...but i don't wanna be an even bigger loser than i already am so i am trying not to...plus i fucked up my leg hardcore last night so i can't do it again.  i feel like shit and i feel like a bad friend and i can't be a good friend or anyone that anyone wants to be friends with until i get better and i will NEVER get better so this is the end of it all...i seriously want to die.  nothing is fun for me anymore and i can't resist alcohol because it is the only thing that slightly makes me feel normal and then makes me feel like shit but it is so worth it because my life sucks.  i really believe that some people have no worth or no purpose in life and i am one of them...and thats okay because i guess that will be my purpose...to have no purpose.  i am afraid of guys...ever since david tried to rape me i haven't been the same.  ever since i've had my only boyfriend who excepted me for who i was, i've never been the same.  no one likes this raunchy part of me...everyone thinks i am gross or weird.  all i know is that i hurt really really really badly and i hate myself for it.  i need some serious help.  today i had scheduled a therapy appointment and the counselor didn't even show up.  could you make me feel any fucking worse?  all i have to say is i wish i could be normal.  ok yea i know that others have it much worse off than me but i feel like shit and i just want it to end.  is that too much to ask for it to end?  is there a fucking god because he seriously must hate me right now...i must not deserve to be happy.  maybe i did something incredibly wrong, but it is seriously hard for me to understand why people enjoy life because honestly, i am looking forward to my death.  by the way, i am so fucking drunk right now and this is the most i've been able to write in a long time and i don't care if it makes no sense whatsoever because i am trying so hard to get it out and it is so hard and i feel like shit and all i want is someone to notice me and give me a hug and tell me that it is alright but it's not and it will never be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fucking die...</content>
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    <title>some quizzage</title>
    <published>2004-10-15T02:43:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-15T02:43:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;td align="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td align="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Most Like Carrie!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a &lt;br /&gt;great closet of clothes, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Totally different from any guy you've dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/cityquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You Most Like? &lt;br /&gt;Take This Quiz Right Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/heart-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Moschino Heart Bag&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a whimsical, romantic girl with a good does of funky&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've are always in the middle of some adventure, planned or not&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style is something you mastered early on - and you're envied for it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you, you're one of a kind ... with many imitators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/handbagquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Handbag Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexpositionquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/sexswing.jpg" alt="sex swing" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Position is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexswing.html"&gt;Sex Swing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun. Frisky. With a touch of kink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's playtime for you and Mr. Thing -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strap yourself into this swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexpositionquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Sex Position?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:15417</id>
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    <title>I am 21!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-10-04T05:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-04T05:37:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Guido's squeeky wheel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I love my roomie! Happy Birthday you hot mama! For those of you who weren't there, Jen sang karaoke last night and put everyone to shame! Alicia Keys ain't got nothin on you girl! I had an awesome time and I hope you did too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 on Saturday, and I spent Friday night at the bar with my favorite girls!!  We got wasted, I sang karaoke and it was an overall fantastic time.  Thursday night my roommate threw me a surprise party and it was awesome.  I definitely wasn't expecting it.  So yea...the bar was awesome...I sang and kicked ass (if I do say so myself haha).  Then I walked home with my shoes off (Lindsey attempted to carry me but that just didn't work lol).  It was just awesome.  It was a perfect night...almost too good to be true.  THEN...I spent the entire weekend with Lindsey and my family, which was a blast.  It's so hard to believe that she and I haven't even known each other for a year and yet I have so much love for her.  She is like a sister to me.  I would do anything for her.  Spending my 21st with her was like the cherry on the top of my giant cake.  Thanks Lindsey...I heart you! :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I kinda feel sick...I have a bad tummy ache and headache but I am going to bed soon in hopes of sleeping it off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!  I am so thankful for my girls (well, the two who didn't leave me for a random marine boy lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G*Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We got a European hamster named Guido because he has HUGE balls.  He is the cutest thing in the world.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:14270</id>
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    <title>broken_blossom @ 2004-09-17T05:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T09:55:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T09:55:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes i wish i could live in someone else's shoes...just to see what it was like.  i guess sometimes i get so damn wrapped up in my own issues i forget that others are experiencing their own version of hell.  this isn't good.  i don't mean to be selfish.  this is one thing i definitely need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i said that you're life wasn't that bad.  i know you've been through a lot, and i admire you so much for coming out on top (or seeming that way).  i just want you to be happy.  i love you</content>
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    <title>ioalsdiushfkjsadj</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T04:28:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T04:28:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'm always sad...what else is new?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">all i need is to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i don't have that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and it makes me wanna cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....or even worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is something i should have done A LONG time ago.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:12087</id>
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    <title>i stole this one from casey...</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T02:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T02:31:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is your name?: Jen&lt;br /&gt;Are you named after anyone?: I don't think so  &lt;br /&gt;What's your screename?: Hope9102&lt;br /&gt;Would you name a child of yours after you?: no thanks&lt;br /&gt;If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?: Sean &lt;br /&gt;If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?: Chloe...I think it is such a cute name&lt;br /&gt;Are there any mispronounciations/typos that ppl do w/ your name constantly?: Yea with my last name...RAU...it's not that hard but a lot of people spell it RAO, RAW, ROWE, etc&lt;br /&gt;Would you drop your last name if you became famous?: Definitely not. &lt;br /&gt;Basics &lt;br /&gt;Your gender:: Female  &lt;br /&gt;Straight/Gay/Bi:: straight  &lt;br /&gt;Single?: hell yea &lt;br /&gt;If not, do you want to be?:  &lt;br /&gt;Birthdate:: 10/2/83 &lt;br /&gt;Your age:: 20  &lt;br /&gt;Age you act:: not sure ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Age you wish you were:: 21...but i will be soon!&lt;br /&gt;Your height:: 5'4  &lt;br /&gt;Eye color:: shit brown  &lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Hair color:: dirty blonde &lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: fuck yea &lt;br /&gt;Lefty/righty/ambidextrous:: righty&lt;br /&gt;Your living arrangement:: with my mother and this major asshole named bob...soon to be back at central with the best roommates ever!&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets?: yes...Mitzi- my adorable beagle aka the best dog ever, Sport- aka Scout my mom's rat terrier, Cinnamon- the family guinea pig, and a fish that we never named.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your job?: CVS...aka dating service...haha don't forget it! &lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: my ears, cartilage, tongue  &lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?: not yet...&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions?: hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;Addictions?: alcohol...mmm&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak another language?: haha that's funny &lt;br /&gt;Have a favorite quote?: Sometimes the only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a webpage?: nope...just my journal.&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in the moment?: i try to &lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: for the most part...yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any secrets?: definitely&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate yourself?: some parts of myself yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting?: yea&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any bad habits?: smoking, etc...&lt;br /&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?: they love my curly hair&lt;br /&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: girl, interrupted 2 haha &lt;br /&gt;What's your biggest fear?: being buried alive&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?: well if i can toot my own horn for a bit, then fuck yea i rock! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loner?: i can be&lt;br /&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?: me, my dog, my friends, my family&lt;br /&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: hell yea &lt;br /&gt;Are you a daredevil?: maybe  &lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?: my insecurities (well said casey!) &lt;br /&gt;Are you passive or agressive?: passive aggresive lol&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a journal?: yes...online and offline &lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest strength and weakness?: strength- I have a strong will.  I'm always there for people...I love listening to people and helping them any way I can.  Weakness- I have almost NO self esteem, I'm very insecure, I am extremely sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?: unfortunately no.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: yes, but i'm not telling...&lt;br /&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?: definitely not&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?: love hurts&lt;br /&gt;What do you like the most about your body?: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;And least?: everything ha &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are good looking?: sometimes  &lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: not really&lt;br /&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?: i have no idea &lt;br /&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?: yea sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do You... &lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: yes unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Do drugs?: sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?: sometimes  &lt;br /&gt;Pray?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Go to church?: no  &lt;br /&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?: depends &lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people even though you hate them?: if i have to  &lt;br /&gt;Drive?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Like to drive fast?: no but i am always late  &lt;br /&gt;Would or Have You Ever? &lt;br /&gt;Liked your voice?: YES&lt;br /&gt;Hurt yourself?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country?: nope  &lt;br /&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?: nope  &lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: i think so  &lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Had a medical emergency?: yes...i was rushed to the emergency room about a million times for either my allergies or asthma&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery?: no  &lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home?: almost every day&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker?: haha yup&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up?: yup...by my asshole stepfather &lt;br /&gt;Beaten someone up?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been picked on?: yup&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?: yup...i love it &lt;br /&gt;Slept outdoors?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Thought about suicide?: unfortunately yes &lt;br /&gt;Pulled an all nighter?: yes &lt;br /&gt;If yes, what is your record?:  i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Gone one day without food?: hell yea...i went one month without food...it was great&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone all night?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?: yup...it was nice&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?: yup&lt;br /&gt;Killed someone?: no way&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a stranger?: yup&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with a stranger?: nope &lt;br /&gt;Thought you're going crazy?: the majority of the time ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Done anything sexual with the same sex?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Been betrayed?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that came true?: not yet &lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?: yup&lt;br /&gt;Met a famous person?: I saw Brandy at a restaurant in NYC and she waved to me, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: unfortunately yes....but i don't know what it was!&lt;br /&gt;On purpose?: hell no&lt;br /&gt;Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Been on radio/tv?: haha yes to both...i was on the radio before ozzfest because i wanted a song played so i told the host i would show him my tits...and then i was on the news once during a storm...some random news lady rang our doorbell and filmed us &lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh-pit?: yea and i got punched in the face twice...it sucked&lt;br /&gt;Had a nervous breakdown?: not yet..but i am sure i will &lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?: no &lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that kept coming back?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Beliefs &lt;br /&gt;Belive in life on other planets?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Miracles?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Astrology?: um i don't think so &lt;br /&gt;Magic?: yeah  &lt;br /&gt;God?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Satan?: he's mean...but i figure if there is a God, there has to be another extreme.&lt;br /&gt;Santa?: haha &lt;br /&gt;Ghosts?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Luck?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: no&lt;br /&gt;Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Witches?: no  &lt;br /&gt;Easter bunny?: no  &lt;br /&gt;Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?: i doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on stars?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Deep Theological Questions &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you think God has a gender?: yes &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in organized religion?: no  &lt;br /&gt;Where do you think we go when we die?: we watch over our family and friends (again Casey...I agree)&lt;br /&gt;Friends &lt;br /&gt;Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: yes  &lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?: I wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one person that knows most about you?: Caite  &lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?:  don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite inside joke?: lol ask caite...again...I don't remember &lt;br /&gt;Thing you're picked on most about?: my hair&lt;br /&gt;Who's your longest known friend?: Caite &lt;br /&gt;Newest?: Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;Shyest?: Caite&lt;br /&gt;Funniest?: Jamie&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest?: Casey &lt;br /&gt;Closest?: not sure... &lt;br /&gt;Weirdest?: ummm...&lt;br /&gt;Smartest?: Caite&lt;br /&gt;Ditziest?: Lauren haha&lt;br /&gt;Friends you miss being close to the most?: my friends from school &lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to online?: Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to most online?: Caite and Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?: my Dad &lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust most?: ummm...&lt;br /&gt;Who listens to your problems?: Caite and Linds&lt;br /&gt;Who do you fight most with?: my mother &lt;br /&gt;Who's the nicest?: too many to mention &lt;br /&gt;Who's the most outgoing?: Jamie &lt;br /&gt;Who's the best singer?: MUAH! ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Who's on your shit-list?: BOB &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?: yup..a guy friend! &lt;br /&gt;Who's your second family?: my friends&lt;br /&gt;Do you always feel understood?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Who's the loudest friend?: Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust others easily?: no &lt;br /&gt;Who's house were you last at?: Caite &lt;br /&gt;Name one person who's arms you feel safe in:: my ex bf's...huge ick factor&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends know you?: sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Friend that lives farthest away:: Janet&lt;br /&gt;Love and All That &lt;br /&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What do you find romantic?: rose petals and candles&lt;br /&gt;Turn-on?: cuddling  &lt;br /&gt;Turn-off?: feet ...EW &lt;br /&gt;First kiss?: Ew...I'd rather not say... &lt;br /&gt;If someone u had no interest in had interest in dating u how would u feel?: uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished it was more socially acceptable 4 a girl 2 ask a guy out: sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractiv: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?: not sure...&lt;br /&gt;What is best about the opposite sex?: body &lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?: they're dumb and insensitive&lt;br /&gt;What's the last present someone gave you?: I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?: nope...i wish i was&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?: n/a &lt;br /&gt;Who Was the Last Person... &lt;br /&gt;That haunted you?: hmmmm....  &lt;br /&gt;You wanted to kill?: no one  &lt;br /&gt;That you laughed at?: Lindsey &lt;br /&gt;That laughed at you?: Lindsey &lt;br /&gt;That turned you on?: no one&lt;br /&gt;You went shopping with?: Kelly...my cousin &lt;br /&gt;That broke your heart?: my ex&lt;br /&gt;To disappoint you?: not telling...&lt;br /&gt;To ask you out?: no one &lt;br /&gt;To make you cry?: my stepfather&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up your day?: Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;That you thought about?: Beth &lt;br /&gt;You saw a movie with?: Kelly&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?: my Dad&lt;br /&gt;You talked to through IM/ICQ?: Lindsey &lt;br /&gt;You saw?: Kelly &lt;br /&gt;You lost?: Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Right This Moment... &lt;br /&gt;Are you going out?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Will it be with your significant other?: I DONT HAVE ONE!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Or some random person?: no  &lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: my hottie pants and a tank top&lt;br /&gt;Body part you're touching right now:: the keyboard &lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about right now?: being able to go to school this semester&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading?: Let Them Eat Prozac&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mousepad?: I don't have one  &lt;br /&gt;Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling:: drunk, tired, lonely, sad, blah&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?: not really &lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?: YUP &lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone online?: NO :-(&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone?: not anymore  &lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely or content?: lonely&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music?: no...watching satc on tbs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:11988</id>
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    <title>sooooooo fucked...</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T00:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T00:24:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nitty- Nasty Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yea so i am on academic probation from my messed up last semester and of course i fucking FORGOT to go to the dean's meeting or whatever the fuck it was TONIGHT.  so now who knows if i can even go back to school this semester...HA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...let me tell you...nothing makes you feel better like some alcohol and marb lights...ahhh...i just wish i had some people here because this house is pretty boring when i am here all alone...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:11744</id>
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    <title>beautiful...</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T23:50:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T23:50:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow...the sky is pink and purple and it is SOOO fucking gorgeous :-D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:11293</id>
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    <title>drinking my dinner...</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T23:44:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T23:44:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pete's Dragon- Candle on the Water</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was craving some wine, but of course we don't have any opened bottles so I can't open a new one...damn.  So, I figured I would have some Mike's Hard Lemonade and Bud Light for dinner since there is no food in this house (and I think that is enough calories for dinner).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I am really looking forward to going back to school.  I seriously cannot wait.  However, I am starting to get nervous.  I am taking 5 courses this semester, which shouldn't be difficult for a normal person, but I'm not normal.  I want to do well so badly, but what if I fail?  I can't afford to fail...I don't want to fail.  Maybe I am just getting myself worked up over nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...alcohol is sooo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I LOOOOVE the movie Pete's Dragon.  Every time I see the movie, I always want an apple.  Don't they make the apples look so good?  Also, I love it how when I was little, it never occured to me that it was strange to have Pete be talking to a cartoon dragon...haha I love it:-P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:11115</id>
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    <title>painful dessert with mom...</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T23:31:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T23:31:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lindsay Lohan- Take Me Away</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A couple nights ago, my mom and I went out to dinner together.  It was a nice dinner.  Surprisingly, we have been getting along very well lately.  As the waitress came by with the check, we somehow got on the topic of Bob (my stepfather) and how for some reason he is the only person who can literally make me want to kill myself.  He has this strange power over me and he uses it well.  I've never been able to share my feelings about the past with my mother without her "shushing" me or changing the subject.  Instead she let me get it all out.  As I recalled the many horrible incidences in detail, I felt this overwhelming anger and pain.  Ir  felt as though I wanted to beat Bob up while screaming and crying hysterically.  My BIGGEST problem is that I can't seem to let the past go.  While I was expressing to my mother everything that went on, she kept saying, "Yea...it's awful...but now you have to move on."  And that's my problem...I can't move on.  I don't know how to move on.  I feel as though it isn't right to just move on...I feel like that is saying "it's okay...you used to beat the crap out of me and treat me like shit for no reason...we can just forget about it" because it's not fucking okay.  I blame my stepfather AND my mother for the way I am today.  Okay, so maybe I my depression is chemical (like my mother insists), but still...I think that if I had a better childhood, I wouldn't have a stunted mentality.  Mentally...I'm around eleven years old.  From 11-18, I was in a living hell.  It's almost as if I went into like a survival mode and all my emotions just froze.  Now that things have changed (aka my stepfather can't hit me because I am a legal adult), I am left feeling like I missed out on part of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it felt nice to have my mother listen to me let it all out, I had to ask her the question: "Why didn't you leave Bob for how he treated me?" Unfortunately, her answer didn't make me feel very appreciated/loved: she replied, "I would only leave him if he was hurting my family."  So, is she saying that I am not her family or is she saying he didn't hurt me??  Either way, it sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help moving on...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:9297</id>
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    <title>migraines suck huge balls</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T04:16:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T04:16:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to work in less than 10 hours.  While I am really looking forward to it, I am quite upset that I got the worst migraine ever tonight.  I literally thought that my eyes were gonna pop out of my head.  It was so painful.  Luckily it is finally passing, but unfortunately now I am left feeling restless.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Lohan is having a girls night tonight...lucky bitch...that's all I have to say about that. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to school.  I know I am going to do well...I have no choice.  Also, I want to get involved in theater and music again.  That seems to always keep me on track.  20 more days till school!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gonna surf the web for a bit and then try to sleep again.  Wish me luck.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:9152</id>
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    <title>this is by far the funniest conversation i've had in a long time...</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T20:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T20:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RedPhish14: HEY&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: sup&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: who is tis&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: this&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: are you kidding me? my name is written in my sn&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: yeah but this isn't jen&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: yes it is&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: no it isnt&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: what is my name?&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: lindsey lohan&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: what floor do you live on in the dorm?&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: 805&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: ok&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: haha&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: why did you say "sup"?&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: because i was in the middle of trying to get a sliver out of my hand when you imed me so i didnt feel like typing whats up...you know the funny thing is that after i typed it i figured you would think that it wasnt me&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: haha sorry&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: its okay it was kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: where are you?&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: at home&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: i live in cheshire&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: hehe&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: what happened to the library?&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: no way!!!&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: oh yea i was there...i just got back&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: did you get any books?&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: i am on my mom's computer because i am transferring music for my brother&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: yea one&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: ohh&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: what book&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: mary higgins clark "nighttime is my time" because i never finished it at silver hill&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: ohhh cool&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: yea and i rented "the hand that rocks the cradle"&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: oh yikes lol&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: it is pretty good&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: i know i love it&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: i cheated on my diet already hah&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: i think its cuz i picked a bad day to start&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: cuz i have nothing to do today but sit around and be hungry&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: lol&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: geek&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: tomorrow i work so i will do it then&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: alright im going to bring the dogs to the park and then to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: good!&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: someone's gotta make dinner around here&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: fine biotch...acuse me of not being me and then dont even talk to me:-P&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: call me later&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: lol shush&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14: byeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;JenR1083: bye&lt;br /&gt;RedPhish14 signed off at 4:38:54 PM.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:8904</id>
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    <title>new layout</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T15:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T15:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ooooo...I like my new layout a lot...yay.  I started my diet today.  Spiru-tein...it's as thick as pancake mix going down.  I had to wash it down with a banana...ah well.  At least I feel filled up inside.  I have no plans for today...it's gonna be a laid back do whatever the hell I want to day.  I'll write more later.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:8652</id>
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    <title>It took 2 years, but boy was it worth the wait...</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T21:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T21:10:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dashboard Confessional- Vindicated</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Maybe everything really does happen for a reason.  I was SUPPOSED to be working at CVS from 4 to close tonight, but at the last minute, someone called in sick so I couldn't start training today.  I was all bummed out because I REALLY NEED the money and I was looking forward to starting today.  But anyway...I decided to go to Walmart with my mother and brothers.  I hadn't showered yet at this point (hehe I was lazy), but she wouldn't wait for me so I just went in sweats with my hair up and no make up...I figured what the hell...it's just Walmart, right?  WRONG!  On my way to cash out, I glance behind to look for my brother and instead I find this enormously tall, goofy, familiar looking guy...oh yes that's right...big old Bob was walking right behind me...aaaaaaaaaaaand guess who was with him?!?!?!?!  Yes, that's right...the infamous "troll."  I've been waiting to see her since he left me for her, and today I did. :-)  And let me please have my moment here to say that I am DEFINITELY HOTTER.  Actually, she isn't even hot.  She is just kinda blah.  She is shorter than me, with brown wavy greasy-like hair, quite a large nose.  She is really tiny, and they look kinda goofy together.  Oh well.  Whatever...I couldn't have seen her at a better time (well I suppose I could have looked a little better myself but oh well)...I am SO over him and whatever...he is with an ugly girl...so congratulations Bobbo, you left me for that...have fun:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:8343</id>
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    <title>work @ 4</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T16:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T16:12:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I start work today at CVS at 4pm and for some reason I am really really nervous:-/  I should know by now that naturally I am a very nervous person so I guess this is really nothing to worry about.  Anxious is probably a better way of describing how I feel, because I am really looking forward to starting work as well.  Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:7972</id>
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    <title>awww cute little fetus ;-)</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T03:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T03:41:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://bunnysnoog.cyborgcow.net/henryb10.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnysnoog.cyborgcow.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a cute lil' October birthstone fetus&lt;br /&gt;from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:7874</id>
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    <title>feeling hopeful...</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T03:29:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T03:29:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few days ago, I got a call from my father saying that my grandmother was in the ICU at St. Raph's due to a collapsed lung and a rare form of pneumonia (among other things).  From the sound of it all, my entire family thought this was going to be it.  Ever since my grandfather (her husband) passed away on December 24, 2001 it she has been on a downward spiral.  My father flew in from Florida on Tuesday and the whole family went to the hospital to see her.  She looked exactly like my grandpa did the night he died.  She was as pale as a ghost, had a tubes going into her everywhere, and she was unconscious.  It was a painful sight.  Anyway...I saw her again today and she is no longer in the ICU.  They have also rid her from the tubes, as she is now able to breathe on her own.  She looks much better...still not 100%...but much better than before.  So I am glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many days of feeling hopeless and not getting out of bed, I am beginning to feel a glimmer of hope in the distance.  I think the shock of almost losing my grandma was like a slap in the face telling me to wake the fuck up because life is way too short.  There is so much I want to change about myself.  I have made a promise to myself that I WILL NO LONGER complain about anything in my life that I can change.  I've been constantly complaining about my body and my weight, yet I've done nothing to try and better myself.  I am not going to let myself complain about how much I hate my body because it is my own fault for not doing anything to try and diet or exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 - NO MORE COMPLAINING ABOUT THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT I HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one rule is enough for now.  I don't want to overwhelm myself hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes and Noble today and picked up the book "Let Them Eat Prozac" by David Healy.  I can't wait to start reading it.  I also bought this book about Yoga positions, which I am totally psyched about.  I had a couple yoga classes at Silver Hill, and they made me feel wonderful so I want to continue practicing that as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is complaining that he can't sleep, so I think I am going to go talk to him and then get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G*Night</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:7147</id>
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    <title>running...</title>
    <published>2004-07-30T19:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-30T19:23:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when you get too close to people, it's time to write 'em off...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:6573</id>
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    <title>"Let Them Eat Prozac"...</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T04:43:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-30T02:10:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UGHHHH...WHY ARE SOME PEOPLE SO IGNORANT AND STUBBORN THAT THEY CANNOT SEE THE TRUTH EVEN IF IT IS HANDED TO THEM ON A SILVER PLATTER????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP...YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT AND YOU CLEARLY HAVE DONE NO RESEARCH ON THE SUBJECT.  WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?  YOU READ ONE DAMN ARTICLE THAT CONTRADICTS THE CORRELATION OF ANTIDEPRESSANTS AND SUICIDE AND YOU BELIEVE IT TO BE TRUE?  DO YOU BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR?  I READ AN ARTICLE IN STAR MAGAZINE STATING THAT MICHAEL JACKSON'S NOSE WAS REAL.  HAH!  WHAT BS!  YOU CAN'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ/HEAR.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT THESE PEOPLE WOULDN'T KNOW DANGEROUS MEDS IF THEY SLAPPED THEM IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i am done now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:6317</id>
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    <title>another day of nothingness...</title>
    <published>2004-07-27T22:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-27T22:00:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ashlee Simpson- Autobiography</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever since I got out of the hospital, I've felt really blah.  I don't feel bad, but I certainly don't feel good either.  I am just kinda here.  Sometimes I feel as though I am living in a dream.  I even pinched myself once to see if I would wake up (I know...I'm a dork).  But I just don't feel right.  Maybe it is because I don't have much of a life right now.  I am STILL on a search for a job, I STILL don't have a boyfriend (I'm not looking for one...it's just something that will always haunt me), and I just feel like I don't have much of a purpose in this world.  I'm stuck in the middle of being a complete loser and a somebody.  So does that make me a nobody?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...back to applying for student loans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go for a drive to clear my head.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_blossom:5966</id>
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    <title>what's a normal family like?</title>
    <published>2004-07-25T02:11:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-25T02:11:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I had to describe my family (meaning my mother, and stepfather) in three words, I would say critical, abusive, and dysfunctional.  I understand that it is natural for families to fight...I don't believe that any family is perfect.  But sometimes when I drive down the street and watch the houses passing by, I wonder what kinds of families encompass them.  How are families supposed to act?  So many people say that family comes first.  But what if you don't have a solid family foundation?  Then what is the most important?  Sometimes I fear that not having a good family is going to screw me for the rest of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very stressful.  My mother, brothers, and I went to the movies (we saw I, Robot and it sucked...don't waste your money).  On the way home, my brothers Matt and Kevin (aka God's gift) got into a fight.  As soon as we got home, my mother ran inside to tell Bob (aka my ASSHOLE stepfather) that my brothers were fighting.  Of course she didn't bother to say anything bad about Kevin (the favorite)...instead she ran inside saying, "Matt is acting up!"  So, out comes Bob who is his normal bitchy self, putting his fists in Matt's face, threatening to "beat the shit" out of him.  My mother stood there, watching intently as if it was some kind of entertainment for her.  I had left the scene when I heard Matt being pushed up against the wall, while he screamed "No, Dad...PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! NO!"  Poor kid.  He already has no self esteem, thinks he is ugly and fat and that no one likes him.  I hate to say it, but maybe if/when Matt grows up and has "issues" like I do, my mother will open up her eyes and take some responsibility for ruining her children's lives.  I doubt it...nothing is ever her fault!  "Depression is only chemical...it's all in your head" is her favorite saying.  She will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that some nice, loving family would adopt me...even now...it's not too late...please take me away from this nightmare!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>friends...</title>
    <published>2004-07-13T03:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-13T03:28:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Girl Interrupted</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was watching Sex and the City today, and I was thinking to myself how sweet it is that each friend could call one another at any time of the day or night even if it was just to say hello.  It got me thinking (since I do a lot of that with all the time I have while I wait for a damn bed in this hospital)...who is my friend like that?  Sometimes I wonder if I give too much.  I always tell my friends that I am always there for them...and the truth is I mean it literally.  If any one of my friends needed my at any time, I would be there in a second.  If one of my friends needed a friend to talk to or simply needed someone to listen, I would be there for them.  If a friend of mine was sick or feeling down in the dumps, I would call them to say hello or maybe offer to take them out for coffee or something.  I don't do these things out of obligation, I do them because I care a lot about my friends.  Being that I never really had a secure home life, my friends were always my immediate family.  Often times, I put my friends well being before mine.  Basically, I would do ANYTHING for a friend.  In doing this, I don't expect anything in return...but lately I've been thinking, and I feel as though I don't have any friends that would be there for me like I would for them.  Maybe I give too much, or maybe I expect too much.  Maybe I only feel this way because I am so depressed.  Maybe I shouldn't relate my life to Sex and the City- afterall it is only a television series- who says any truth can be drawn from that?  Still, I can't help but wonder about this...</content>
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    <title>here comes the madness...</title>
    <published>2004-07-07T16:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-07T16:35:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>creed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay so i am going a little crazy again...i'm not getting what i need.  i feel like i am losing control again and i can't let that happen.  i don't want to lose touch with reality again.  i don't want to spend hours dumping out pills and searching for a full bottle of vodka.  i need to gain some kind of control...so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recently convinced myself that maybe i will get a boyfriend when i lose all my fat and become skinny.  i actually believe it to be true.  i ate yesterday but i didn't let myself keep it down.  i'm obsessed with diet pills and laxatives.  i went out to breakfast this morning with my brother and i feel terrible that i ate so i just relieved myself of that.  i don't have a problem...i don't have an eating disorder...i'm just bettering myself...like i said i would.  plus it makes me feel good about myself.  it's like cutting without scars.  plus i've done it before and i know it's a sure way to lose weight...and the sense of control i feel from it is amazing...i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still mad at myself for eating in the first place today...i'm such an ass.</content>
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