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    <title>I don't know</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T07:12:47Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Sometimes It Hurts---Stabbing Westward</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes things hit you straight in the face.&amp;nbsp; I have realized that they normally hit you so hard because they are trying to tell you something you should have known already.&amp;nbsp; I think I am beginning to realize why I dislike myself so much and why no one would want to be with me.&amp;nbsp; It really hurts though when you have found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, the person who completes you.&amp;nbsp; I love you so fucking much.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry I can not be the person you dream of or the person who brings you the everlasting joy you deserve.&amp;nbsp; I try my best, but my best is a weak display of my true feelings toward you.&amp;nbsp; If I could pick up a 500 pound rock to display my love toward you I would.&amp;nbsp; If I could buy you the world to display my love toward you I would.&amp;nbsp; If I could cure cancer to display my love toward you I would.&amp;nbsp; However, I am only human, I am only my disgusting self.&amp;nbsp; In all honesty, I can not explain my love toward you because I am only human and my love toward you is stronger than any human bond.&amp;nbsp; I love you more than love itself.&amp;nbsp; That is phrase is normally used as a silly cliche but I mean it in its original context.&amp;nbsp; I will spend every day of my life trying to explain the words I just laid before you.&amp;nbsp; In the end, you are my everything, my other half.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Schools Out</title>
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    <content type="html">So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in this boring ass class right now.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that keeps me from falling asleep is my love to my right side.&amp;nbsp; School needs to end soon because I am so ready to get my life started.&amp;nbsp; I happen to have schools out by Alice Cooper.&amp;nbsp; It brings back memories of hauling ass out of school on the last day of High School.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait for Canada.&amp;nbsp; Its going to be the best trip of my life because its going to be spent with the love of my life.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Old Concepts/New Tricks</title>
    <published>2009-01-23T23:00:25Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Black Light Burns - Stop A Bullet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first post.&amp;nbsp; I should probably make it quite kickass, to try and show off my writing skills, or my crazy life.&amp;nbsp; However, in all honesty, I don't have a crazy life or superb writing skills.&amp;nbsp; I have been told by my professors to limit my creativity when it comes to writing.&amp;nbsp; I am told to &amp;quot;state the facts.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; This is what happens when you are a Public Relations student.&amp;nbsp; Live Journal will give me the ability to be a little more creative and relax those stringent writing ideals of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard to believe that I am getting &amp;quot;older.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; I have been informed countless times by the older generation that time flies with age.&amp;nbsp; This could not be more true and its a bit scary.&amp;nbsp; Time is an incredible concept, but in reality, it's useless.&amp;nbsp; I do not want to be confined by a heartless concept which limits my potential and augments my ability to live life by my standards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time would really be scaring the shit out of me if it wasn't for the love of my life, Su-Ling.&amp;nbsp; With her, anything is possible and time or any other concept, will not keep us from living our lives together.&amp;nbsp; Many people see love as a emotion but it is so much more.&amp;nbsp; This love has completely changed my life and has further tought me whats &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; in life.&amp;nbsp; She has given meaning to everything I have encountered and now I am fucking thrilled that we can create meanings together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way....Isn't she fucking gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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