<?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-12473533</id><updated>2011-09-10T21:26:53.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rahh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-3392592711478416488</id><published>2007-03-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:45:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the 16 yrs of my life, ive never felt like ive known my sisters as well as i have tonight. ive never seen her opening up as much as tonight, crying like it was right from the bottom of her heart. how saddening someone who was the most cheerful, most humorous and interesting one out of the three of us can turn into someone so depressed and dark. like any light of joy was taken out of her. it got me depressed looking at her like that. the way she consoled her or more like lectured her showed me how much she's been through and how strong she actually is. i feel the guilt for thinking she was just purely depressed, emo. not knowing how tough life was for her, sometimes even blaming and mocking her. i feel so ashamed. it wasnt anything abt the outside, being skinny or looking pretty. it was the damaged self-confidence and the 10 yrs of mockery she had to face. now the same thing's happening to her. i simply cannot say that i understand because i do not. i havent been through what they've been through and havent felt the pride thats been hurt. people are often so quick to judge and comment. but whatever one has to criticise abt another, is simply to cover up their own insecurities. noone is perfect, everyone is different. and if we keep harping on how one part of us is not as good as someone else, or how we try to change sth thats not within our control. there's no way we can ever be happy. dont we all wanna be happy? yes, sometimes pointing our fingers to say sth might be just a joke as many wld say. but have we ever thought of the consequences behind the words we say? the degree of hurt thats been inflicted on that person. if friends are those who hurt/judge/manipulate and try to change you, then they are not your true friends. live life the way you want to, not the way everyone's living it. life lessons ive learnt today, i felt like she was mitch albom really. i see her in a different light today and i respect her so much more, for who is is happy to be. herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-3392592711478416488?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-116806206227599495</id><published>2007-01-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:41:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 jealousy&lt;br /&gt;#2 over-dependence&lt;br /&gt;#3 insecurity&lt;br /&gt;#4 dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;#5 hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i cld feel so much for someone. the revelation of emotions over 6 yrs, has it been worth it? noone likes to be a bitch, but it seems you've turned me into one. no blame on you really, i dont think you've realised the consequences of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the times we were tight as a dead knot. literally dead. i cldnt imagine my life without you. even though i was in a blur of what you were actually doing, i was happy. blindly happy. so now that ive found out things, good or bad i wonder, shld i allow things to go back to the way it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad bitching abt you. but i still do. youre probably the only person i feel bad bitching abt, not that everthings not true. but instead because everythings real, hardcore facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for you, because as youre dwelling in the your limelight, i think youve failed to realise that the other side of the world hates you. i wanna help you, but i cant seem to put down the many times you've deceived and made use of me. who wldnt have felt the anger, im amazed by my tolerance level really. but at the same time, i havent forgotten the good side of you. though i even have doubts abt that, i choose to believe that there's still a part of you that i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our relationship confuses me now really. what are we, friends of convenience? so everythings just fake and to our benefit? or is there still sth worth treasuring? i doubt ill ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just see where the future takes us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116806206227599495?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116806206227599495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=116806206227599495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116806206227599495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116806206227599495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-jealousy-2-over-dependence-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-116783199727624401</id><published>2007-01-03T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:46:37.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is god trying to make a fool out of me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw a straight route in front of me&lt;br /&gt;but apparently there are so many turns and i still havent gotten to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;its all just a round about.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when ill actually reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scares me how things can be so unfair sometimes&lt;br /&gt;how you think you've got everything planned but instead it all just doesnt go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future is unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;wld i be able to face whats coming my way?&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty is killing&lt;br /&gt;it definitely aint easy to live without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt my lesson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116783199727624401?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116783199727624401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=116783199727624401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116783199727624401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116783199727624401'/><link 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its all your alter ego&lt;br /&gt;but im telling you its you, its always been you.&lt;br /&gt;act, deny, lie, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;do you realise what youre doing?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cld pour a tub of piping hot water over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people told me abt how grossed out they were looking at you in clubs.&lt;br /&gt;but i think twice on believing.&lt;br /&gt;why wld i believe someone else but my bestie right?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it happened right before my eyes once.&lt;br /&gt;and all of it happening again, doesnt seem so unbelievable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what, just call me when youre sober.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116547698946005166?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116547698946005166/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess ill just keep the close ones even closer.&lt;br /&gt;and for those who arent worth it, ill just forget.&lt;br /&gt;might be easier said than done, but ill do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going so great between us. but thats what worries me, is this what i really want? are am i just deceiving myself like how ive been the whole time? till now im still unsure. but ill just go with the flow, because id never bring myself to hurt you. hopefully ill actually truthfully fall and know it at the end of the day. &lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;, i believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Listen baby, &lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna ruin your plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you got a man, try to lose him if you can&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girls real wild throw they hands up high&lt;br /&gt;When they wanna come and kick it wit a stand up guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't really wanna let the chance go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ain't been seen wit a man so fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116486944439301898?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116486944439301898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=116486944439301898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116486944439301898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116486944439301898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-ill-just-keep-close-ones-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-116300508869458460</id><published>2006-11-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:05:19.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was me&lt;br /&gt;it is supposed to be me&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i just got used it all being abt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is god trying to make a fool outta me or what, i really do wonder. is this a downright competition or just some joke youre playing on me. i gotta say, its definitely not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your success always seems to be at the expense of me. and it has to happen right in my face. !$%^&amp;^$#@! it just crushes the confidence in me, i dont even feel me anymore. this is turning me into someone ive always been afraid of, like my evil alter ego or sth. this hatred, jealousy, sense of betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jealousy you felt turned you into this, and now it turns ard to hit me. but no. im never gonna allow that side of me to surface. never. no matter how strong the emotions are, no matter how desperate it gets. i dont wanna be that kind of a person. i am not that kind of a person. at least im sure abt that. just keep in mind that someday. everyone's gonna find out. who you really are, what you've been doing. that wld be D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what, this is probably just gonna stay here. cos i doubt you'll never know how im feeling abt all this. but then again, i wont blame you. everything's just a pretty picture for you, isnt it. we'll go back to "supposed" reality and say, OH. WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish fate wld help tear us apart so i wont be stuck in this cycle anymore, because you are, as a matter of fact, essential to me, and i wont be able to bring myself to break free from you. is it even a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116300508869458460?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116300508869458460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=116300508869458460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116300508869458460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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than love&lt;br /&gt;The reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;But clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;And to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be....&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;As I'm doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for another date&lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;He's here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm about to go&lt;br /&gt;And we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love... his trust&lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that im getting&lt;br /&gt;just cant be explained&lt;br /&gt;feels like loneliness&lt;br /&gt;but how can that be when i have friends&lt;br /&gt;maybe things will get better after os&lt;br /&gt;im just hoping&lt;br /&gt;stick with me will ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think im dreading the one thing that ive been looking forward to all my life.&lt;br /&gt;PROM.&lt;br /&gt;whats the world coming to&lt;br /&gt;whats my life turning into&lt;br /&gt;what have i become&lt;br /&gt;i ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-116071163079015267?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/116071163079015267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=116071163079015267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116071163079015267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/116071163079015267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-my-life-searching-for-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115903689894243842</id><published>2006-09-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:45:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bitch blog&lt;br /&gt;blog bitch&lt;br /&gt;its all what everythings revolving ard now&lt;br /&gt;im sick&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im tired&lt;br /&gt;say what you wanna&lt;br /&gt;do what you hafta&lt;br /&gt;i live with a clear conscience&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im getting myself outta this circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted to get myself caught between the two of them, but it seems she got it all wrong. i was just being there for my bestfriend when she felt lonely. her security, all that her life was abt for that moment just came to a standstill, was i wrong just to be there for her. i had no other intentions, i did no instigations and i know i dont even have to explain myself. i knew the day when everything return to the before wld come. but i cldnt leave her alone, not even when people said she was simply using me as a spare tyre. i cldnt bear to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i guess things are like how i expected, well. im just glad i was there for her through her tough times, i mean. thats what friends are for, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching this show which i watched 2 yrs ago made me think so much. how things were then, and how things are now. its amazing how much things can change. and ive got to admit, that im afraid of changes, very afraid. but judging on experiences, it probably cant get any worse than this. so if it does, god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only people cld see what the inside has to say, then get totally blinded by what the outside has to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115903689894243842?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/115903689894243842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=115903689894243842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115903689894243842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115903689894243842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitch-blog-blog-bitch-its-all-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115461004851728078</id><published>2006-08-03T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T06:00:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/1600/lacinque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3371/366/320/lacinque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only when you lose it&lt;br /&gt;do you miss it&lt;br /&gt;like i do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only the last few months of this 4 yrs left&lt;br /&gt;wont be it great if everyone cld just set aside-&lt;br /&gt;the past&lt;br /&gt;the differences&lt;br /&gt;the grudges&lt;br /&gt;and cherish everything they have now&lt;br /&gt;rather than to regret in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive lowered my pride&lt;br /&gt;ive done my part&lt;br /&gt;all i asked for was a reply&lt;br /&gt;not even an answer&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder&lt;br /&gt;is it easier to apologise&lt;br /&gt;or to forgive&lt;br /&gt;for now i no longer have any answers to my qns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wise men used to say&lt;br /&gt;that if you admit to your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and as long as your heart is sincere&lt;br /&gt;pple will understand&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;do they?&lt;br /&gt;will they ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really hurts when things arent going your way&lt;br /&gt;but it kills when everything just turns the wrong way ard&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt even help that im trying&lt;br /&gt;with all my might to make things better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from those windows in my room really puts me in deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;even when the sky turns dark&lt;br /&gt;the stars will shimmer&lt;br /&gt;the headlights will shine&lt;br /&gt;is this how god wants to tell me&lt;br /&gt;to cling onto any hope thats left&lt;br /&gt;no matter how little?&lt;br /&gt;b'cos im finally saying&lt;br /&gt;im losing it&lt;br /&gt;or wait, have i alrdy lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice chye pei ming&lt;br /&gt;thank you is all i want to say&lt;br /&gt;just remember,&lt;br /&gt;ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;our friendship gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverleemay&lt;br /&gt;even though you might not be saying much abt how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;i feel you&lt;br /&gt;lets not keep worrying abt what happens in 4 mths time&lt;br /&gt;lets just concentrate on the present&lt;br /&gt;cos yknow,&lt;br /&gt;even when the world turns their back on you&lt;br /&gt;you've got me&lt;br /&gt;you can count on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115461004851728078?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115350084768511401</id><published>2006-07-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:54:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiight, i figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're all in this together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my insecurities, somehow seems like yours too&lt;br /&gt;i have felt like a burden to you since last yr&lt;br /&gt;and now with the whole commotion with her&lt;br /&gt;causing things to turn sour between yall&lt;br /&gt;i really feel guilty, i want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i dont know your whole life story&lt;br /&gt;even if i may not be the person whom you call every night&lt;br /&gt;even if you dont consider me as your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll always be mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that sth special&lt;br /&gt;even i cant explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, even if time's not on our side&lt;br /&gt;ill wait, cos i cant lose someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hand in hand, make our dreams come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115350084768511401?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/115350084768511401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=115350084768511401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115350084768511401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115350084768511401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/07/aiight-i-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115341217165969388</id><published>2006-07-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:16:11.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said you feared my confrontations&lt;br /&gt;but hey, fear's nth like hurt.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine feeling lonely?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you'll ever get that&lt;br /&gt;i dont expect you to anywayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confrontation's gon stop,&lt;br /&gt;you wont hafta fear ever again&lt;br /&gt;but the hurt's like a scar that never heals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115331890230985951</id><published>2006-07-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:21:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reminiscing does you no good, absolutely not when things were so much better back then. discussed it today, somehow i really wanted to simply say, i really miss those times we were so much closer, where there was this security that yknow, no matter what we'll always be there for one another. but i guess now, she's so much closer to izza cel and her gazillion friends, i dont have the right to tell her that anymore. its not like we're not close now, just.. not like before. its greed, i shld've just expected that nth ever stays the same, nth at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im just glad she's happy. ill find my security, ill be happy, just like what i promised sonia. seems like she's the only one who understands it all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be my security?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115331890230985951?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/115331890230985951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=115331890230985951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115331890230985951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115331890230985951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-115263179533164355</id><published>2006-07-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:29:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sudden rush of emotions, somehow im clueless abt how to pen my thoughts down in words. but then again, i needa rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats done's, &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;. nth i do now can probably turn things around, or change the way people have alrdy perceived me to be. yeahh they say everyone makes mistakes, its no biggie. but do they actually mean what they say? i wonder. &lt;em&gt;behind those consoling words, lies a black heart&lt;/em&gt;. lets just hope that aint true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it funny how i cld bring the whole team up, then drop them. bring the team together, then break them apart (&lt;em&gt;or at least away from me&lt;/em&gt;). it really hurts to dissapoint 10 people all at once, the moment of silence just brings me to tears, well heart-wrenching it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear to me, ever so close. one mistake of mine, just broke the thread that held the bond, what a grave mistake. forget, well maybe. but forgive myself? i think that'd be pretty impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115263179533164355?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/115263179533164355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=115263179533164355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;living in denial? you cld say that again&lt;br /&gt;now im all messed up&lt;br /&gt;only got myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you were just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;but i simply cldnt take my eyes off you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-115159810054751384?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/115159810054751384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=115159810054751384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115159810054751384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/115159810054751384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/06/matters-of-heart.html' title='matters of the heart'/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114866932064498913</id><published>2006-05-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:48:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now you see the reason why i rejected this job so badly.&lt;br /&gt;the responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;the attitude&lt;br /&gt;the sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;were all not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scoldings, lectures, and mean tasks i have hadta carry out&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine having to do all that to the people dearest to you&lt;br /&gt;the people whom you once had so much fun with&lt;br /&gt;the people whom you rebelled against the authorities with&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so damn badly&lt;br /&gt;but i had no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say im sorry&lt;br /&gt;because yall deserved it&lt;br /&gt;it was alrdy less than what yall shldve gotten&lt;br /&gt;but i just wished it didnt come from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since i was driven to take on this indescribable task&lt;br /&gt;i was determined to make the best outta it&lt;br /&gt;make a difference&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to fail&lt;br /&gt;i guess im just not good enough&lt;br /&gt;well noone believes in me&lt;br /&gt;i find no reason to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope things dont turn out too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i can simply imagine the criticises.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be heaven for me on 3rd june.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114866932064498913?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114866932064498913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114866932064498913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114866932064498913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114866932064498913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-you-see-reason-why-i-rejected-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114742136641299025</id><published>2006-05-12T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:09:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no, dont use your mood as an excuse. this aint anything abt the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situations and complications has changed you, but its not your fault. its not like you cld try and stop it, cos you never knew and if only i had the real guts to tell you. well, sad ta say. i dont. im sorry, but i cant fit into the new you, nor the people ard you i have lived with, yet i dont seem to really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying to get outta this whole popularity contest and im not gon be dragged in. you have alrdy been caught in it, you love it and you know it. the fame was simply too tempting, and you fell right into it. youre not to blame, but you chose this path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive found my place and you know where yours belongs. no point tryin to change your way, its all too tiring. ive said, we're still as close as ever, its just we've gone our separate ways. we're better off this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114742136641299025?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114742136641299025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114742136641299025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114742136641299025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114742136641299025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-dont-use-your-mood-as-excuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114657050133190176</id><published>2006-05-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:48:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive thought through it&lt;br /&gt;once and for all&lt;br /&gt;no longer able to withstand this mental exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;no longer able to tolerate this uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;i will put an &lt;s&gt;end&lt;/s&gt; to this&lt;br /&gt;wont we be &lt;em&gt;happier&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs of friendship&lt;br /&gt;what cld've been the problem?&lt;br /&gt;things &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; so fine&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; so happy&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i finally figured this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs, with all the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;problems unsolved&lt;br /&gt;questions left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;feelings left untold&lt;br /&gt;things accumulate&lt;br /&gt;thats why we've reached this stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impt anymore&lt;br /&gt;trust has been manipulated&lt;br /&gt;like ive said this  million and one times&lt;br /&gt;ive tried so hard and fallen&lt;br /&gt;im scared of trying anymore&lt;br /&gt;im tired of trying anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ill still have to say this&lt;br /&gt;because no matter what&lt;br /&gt;ill hang onto the last thread this friendship is dangling on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i care and i trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of however far apart we might drift&lt;br /&gt;you will always be this special friend&lt;br /&gt;who holds this special place in me&lt;br /&gt;noone can replace&lt;br /&gt;but whether or not this place will be taken&lt;br /&gt;is up to &lt;strong&gt;fate &amp; us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill pray and ill hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114657050133190176?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114657050133190176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114657050133190176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114657050133190176'/><link rel='self' 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different&lt;br /&gt;strangers/ enemies/ aquaintances?&lt;br /&gt;whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;id rather you vanish&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;before i fall right into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114321629817255468?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114321629817255468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114321629817255468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114321629817255468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114321629817255468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114265405327158489?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114265405327158489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114265405327158489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114265405327158489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114265405327158489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/03/thumpthumpthump-good-or-bad-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114265951405348455</id><published>2006-03-16T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:25:14.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>embrace me tight&lt;br /&gt;what a special night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, pls dont make me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mabel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls &lt;strong&gt;dont fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114265951405348455?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114243062627999011</id><published>2006-03-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T05:50:26.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything seems to be falling downhill.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop it&lt;br /&gt;howww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114243062627999011?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114243062627999011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114243062627999011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114243062627999011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114243062627999011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-seems-to-be-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114130860743903255</id><published>2006-03-02T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:10:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its all returning to how it was&lt;br /&gt;were those tears real?&lt;br /&gt;if ive to repeat all that i did to try and make things better,&lt;br /&gt;i'll surrender now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dont have that stamina anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114130860743903255?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/114130860743903255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=114130860743903255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114130860743903255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/114130860743903255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-all-returning-to-how-it-was-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114053350627539517</id><published>2006-02-21T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T06:52:04.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont raise my hopes then drop it&lt;br /&gt;dont give me all that ive ever wanted then take it all away from me&lt;br /&gt;dont let me experience all those great times with you then make me cry&lt;br /&gt;dont do this to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114053350627539517?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-114053329747463597</id><published>2006-02-21T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T06:48:17.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my name just slides down the list so easily&lt;br /&gt;and someday when ive been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;it wont even be on the list anymore&lt;br /&gt;how did things get to this state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes misconceptions arent corrected&lt;br /&gt;sometimes misunderstandings arent cleared&lt;br /&gt;everything just builds up over time&lt;br /&gt;the suspicions&lt;br /&gt;the tensions&lt;br /&gt;the hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics, get me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-114053329747463597?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-113811290714838368</id><published>2006-01-24T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:28:27.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need you.&lt;br /&gt;it was lie trying to tell myself i could move on&lt;br /&gt;cos i cant&lt;br /&gt;i cant move on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;your sole confidant&lt;br /&gt;your partner&lt;br /&gt;your one &amp; only&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine if all that is taken away from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the connection&lt;br /&gt;i dont see no communication&lt;br /&gt;why is this all happening&lt;br /&gt;now, why dont i have an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its breaking my heart as we drift apart&lt;br /&gt;i promised you id never happen&lt;br /&gt;you promised me too&lt;br /&gt;but its happening now&lt;br /&gt;thats a fact&lt;br /&gt;can i not face it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you but whats the point of saying that&lt;br /&gt;its not as if anything's gon change&lt;br /&gt;its not as if the insecurities will disappear&lt;br /&gt;its not as if we can be like before&lt;br /&gt;just like i hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too caught up with my own life&lt;br /&gt;or did i purposely keep myself busy till i can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;to stop myself from facing all these fears&lt;br /&gt;what i had seen comin way before&lt;br /&gt;to numb myself from all the pain&lt;br /&gt;of the realisation of what true friends really meant&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;im too busy to stop and think&lt;br /&gt;im overexhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lacinque&lt;br /&gt;the five&lt;br /&gt;the sac&lt;br /&gt;these are all just names&lt;br /&gt;real friendship?&lt;br /&gt;far from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk, we laugh we play.&lt;br /&gt;we sit together all the time&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks we're best friends&lt;br /&gt;but it ends there.&lt;br /&gt;do we really understand each other&lt;br /&gt;do we really bother to care abt whats going on in each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;do we really givadamn abt each others feelings?&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this alone&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs isnt a short time&lt;br /&gt;but obviously time doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;im still hanging on hard though it proves the negative&lt;br /&gt;show me that you care.&lt;br /&gt;show me that im more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;a bestfriend, if you even regard me as one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thousand thoughts running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;fix it quick&lt;br /&gt;cos im hanging by a thread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-113811290714838368?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-113612590138640905</id><published>2006-01-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:31:41.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bestfriends all over again&lt;br /&gt;isnt that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;yknow i always wanted it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i had to end it this way&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if  i hurt you deeply.&lt;br /&gt;but yknow i did it to stop things from gettin even more complicated&lt;br /&gt;and to stop you from falling deeper&lt;br /&gt;cos then itll only be harder for you to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu im glad it seems like things are going fine now&lt;br /&gt;though i know better that its a facade you put up in fronta me&lt;br /&gt;well, at least youre trying&lt;br /&gt;and i am too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just always remember that we'll be bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;and nth can change that.&lt;br /&gt;i still love you&lt;br /&gt;now only as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;a bestfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-113612590138640905?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/113612590138640905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=113612590138640905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/113612590138640905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/113612590138640905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2006/01/bestfriends-all-over-again-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-113591836383870547</id><published>2005-12-29T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:39:56.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGODDDD&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL GET A MIND OF YOUR OWN&lt;br /&gt;&amp; STOP BEING SUCHA FOLLOWER!&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST FURTHER PROVES YOUR PERSONALITY.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EGO IS DEFINITELY NOT SPOKEN OF.&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST PROVES THE OPPOSITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM JUST SICK AND TIRED OF TRYING&lt;br /&gt;AND GOING THROUGH THE WHOLE LOT OF TROUBLE TO PLAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY &amp;amp; TODAY HAS JUST MADE ME REALISE IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT AS IMPT TO YOU AS YOUR "LEADER"&lt;br /&gt;SO YKNOW WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE!&lt;br /&gt;SORT IT OUT YOURSELF AND GIVE ME A YES OR NO.&lt;br /&gt;QUIT YOUR I DONT KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;COS IT PUTS ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-113591836383870547?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/113591836383870547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=113591836383870547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/113591836383870547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/113591836383870547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohmygodddd-bloody-hell-get-mind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-113453623896737905</id><published>2005-12-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:57:18.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant take this shit anymore. ive been tolerating everything for 15 yrs of my life, even im amazed by my tolerance level. all the things you said and did, not only affected me, but everyone else in the family. so, are you happy? are you happy that youve created this tension to the whole family? are you happy that you caused every single member of the family to go through heartbeaks just because of you? wait. family, what family? this aint no family with you around. why didnt i just let you die when you were anorexic, why did i care so damn much. why? well, maybe cos i had a heart. maybe i shld be the one dying instead. whats the difference anyayy, i AM living in hell. search your conscience, if you ARE happy continuing with whatever your doing. then im speechless. cos ive tried and fallen too damn hard to ever try again. i quit. enough of fights, enough of tears, enough of fears. ive had it, the family's had it. i will just pretend that youre never there, an invisible person that has never been part of my life. just let you continue venting your anger, insecurities and whatever it is in you on me. this is for mommy daddy and marie. i hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-113453623896737905?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-112994881085579647</id><published>2005-10-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T19:40:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;but theres no one else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;i cant let anyone know abt this.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to either.&lt;br /&gt;this is my only way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then,&lt;br /&gt;when i had feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i kept it from you,&lt;br /&gt;or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;was because i knew it wld affect our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;like how it is now.&lt;br /&gt;and besides, i was running away from my feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want it to affect how we all were.&lt;br /&gt;wld i have admitted to it and told anyone?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;and besides,&lt;br /&gt;i was willing to forget it and maintain our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was more impt to me than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;i was willing to forgo my other friends,&lt;br /&gt;friends that were actually from my level.&lt;br /&gt;friends that i wld have through my sec 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;to be with yall.&lt;br /&gt;was that not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these lies and untold truth.&lt;br /&gt;caused you to lose your trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;i can only say im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but were you always truthful to me too?&lt;br /&gt;i always believed that.&lt;br /&gt;although i knew better.&lt;br /&gt;but i only had one thing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;that you'll tell me someday.&lt;br /&gt;and ill wait.&lt;br /&gt;i had my many reasons for not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;and the ultimate reason,&lt;br /&gt;was to not get you hurt and maintain our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;that was all i asked for.&lt;br /&gt;call it white lies.&lt;br /&gt;but they are all still lies.&lt;br /&gt;its a matter of how you'd look at it.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someday,&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;and look at it the way i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these misunderstandings have been created.&lt;br /&gt;and im not saying it'd be easy for us to go back to how it was.&lt;br /&gt;but the only barrier we've to overcome is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;are we willing to let go of this.&lt;br /&gt;are we willing to end it like that?&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;now, im telling you that ive overcome my barrier.&lt;br /&gt;and ill wait for you to.&lt;br /&gt;cos you will always be my boo.&lt;br /&gt;and thats whats impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,&lt;br /&gt;id just pray and hope we'll work things out.&lt;br /&gt;and get things straightened.&lt;br /&gt;pour out all the secrets we've been keeping.&lt;br /&gt;be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this to end.&lt;br /&gt;i dont, really.&lt;br /&gt;there are only two ways.&lt;br /&gt;this can either cause our friendship to come to a fullstop,&lt;br /&gt;or worse cause you to hate me like you prolly are right now.&lt;br /&gt;or it can strengthened the bond between us.&lt;br /&gt;like how i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;are we willing?&lt;br /&gt;im waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-112994881085579647?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/112994881085579647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=112994881085579647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/112994881085579647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/112994881085579647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-112990483096208801</id><published>2005-10-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:27:10.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats this,&lt;br /&gt;you read my posts,&lt;br /&gt;you blog.&lt;br /&gt;i read yours,&lt;br /&gt;i blog.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to our communication?&lt;br /&gt;or shld i say,&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;smth, which we both treasured so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we gon continue this,&lt;br /&gt;or are we actually gon do smth to salvage it?&lt;br /&gt;will we let our entries,&lt;br /&gt;create further misunderstandings between us.&lt;br /&gt;will we allow our emotions,&lt;br /&gt;to ruin this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;and ive known for a fact of 3 wks.&lt;br /&gt;that you havent been outright truthful to me.&lt;br /&gt;it was so upsetting to hear it from her,&lt;br /&gt;whatever was going on.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;cos i hoped that you'll tell me smeday.&lt;br /&gt;like how you said you wld tell me everything.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;and now all ive got to say is that,&lt;br /&gt;i guess you really dont trust me.&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;what more can i do,&lt;br /&gt;to earn your trust back.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no intentions of anyone knowing abt this.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to read that entry.&lt;br /&gt;it was outlet for me, like it was for you.&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;since you alrdy read it.&lt;br /&gt;can you pretend you didnt read it at all?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied to you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i admit.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;you see, now that you know.&lt;br /&gt;did it make things any better?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if i told you then,&lt;br /&gt;when your feelings for her cld've been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;you think id still go on lovin her with a clear conscience?&lt;br /&gt;when id prolly be thinking of the other party, you?&lt;br /&gt;and id never have let myself make you sacrifice youself.&lt;br /&gt;you really think id have done that?&lt;br /&gt;considering how much i treasure this?&lt;br /&gt;cos im telling you now, it means more to me than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;its not working out.&lt;br /&gt;and if we're gon continue doin this.&lt;br /&gt;then, our friendship seriously has no hope.&lt;br /&gt;and id never wish for that day to come.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really and truly do, love you.&lt;br /&gt;and you, know how much this friendship means to the both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-112990483096208801?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/112990483096208801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=112990483096208801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/112990483096208801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/112990483096208801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>secrets are close friends' worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;well, i thought you said no secrets?&lt;br /&gt;then i guess things REALLY have changed.&lt;br /&gt;like how i expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant friends just STAY friends.&lt;br /&gt;close ones.&lt;br /&gt;must things always become so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;or have i have overlooked the simplicity of it?&lt;br /&gt;tell me im confused.&lt;br /&gt;i just want us all to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;really close ones.&lt;br /&gt;like how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;was that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-112964601382944678?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/112964601382944678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate saying that word.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;so this prolly shows how screwed i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;yes, so fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not facing up to reality earlier.&lt;br /&gt;cos now, its too late.&lt;br /&gt;you have a new girl.&lt;br /&gt;and someone has me.&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to let that someone go through the pain she's gone through before.&lt;br /&gt;but neither can i tolerate this pain no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i say im happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;but that'd be a total lie.&lt;br /&gt;just like how ive been lying all along.&lt;br /&gt;saying: no, i dont and would never like you.&lt;br /&gt;it was all just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;smth i refused to face up to.&lt;br /&gt;or admit.&lt;br /&gt;and now, all i get is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;cos seeing this just brings back everything&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;id wish to be the person in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its retribution.&lt;br /&gt;for neglecting your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said:&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt the day will come&lt;br /&gt;for you to know or understand&lt;br /&gt;how i feel towards you... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;when i actually do understand.&lt;br /&gt;its all too late.&lt;br /&gt;and its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;its now my turn to ask, why.&lt;br /&gt;its now my turn to say, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for making you live through that 6 mths.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being so blind, not noticing your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;or shld i say, avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;but at least youre happy now.&lt;br /&gt;isnt loving someone hoping for that someone to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;this is a happy ending, like i promised her to be.&lt;br /&gt;cos youre happy.&lt;br /&gt;and thats supposedly, whats impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont hope for your love for her to fade.&lt;br /&gt;cos if i could have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;i wld have chosen for none of these to happen.&lt;br /&gt;i wld have chosen for us all,&lt;br /&gt;to stay friends.&lt;br /&gt;close friends.&lt;br /&gt;like how we used to be, 6 mths ago.&lt;br /&gt;when i never knew you liked me.&lt;br /&gt;when it was all just innocent, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;love, was what spoilt it all.&lt;br /&gt;and thats what im feeling for you now.&lt;br /&gt;wait, is it?&lt;br /&gt;im not even sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can hope for now is,&lt;br /&gt;to forget i even loved you.&lt;br /&gt;keep only memories of our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;and erase the rest.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;id be happier that way.&lt;br /&gt;cos you alrdy are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me say&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me cry again&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop my smile&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little while&lt;br /&gt;but Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is forever&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;of the smiles and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave you&lt;br /&gt;it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;just one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;before I go&lt;br /&gt;But I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live without you near&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta hold back these stubborn tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a single word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I hope you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-112938660872306351?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/112938660872306351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=112938660872306351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-111752399618795865?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/111752399618795865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=111752399618795865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/111752399618795865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12473533/posts/default/111752399618795865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/2005/05/take-away-this-loneliness-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeleemay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13796633323798282848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12473533.post-111634372805955349</id><published>2005-05-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:29:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PEOPLE CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these feelings are surpressed in me.&lt;br /&gt;but there seems to be noone who actually listens.&lt;br /&gt;i think im going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-111634372805955349?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/111634372805955349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;people change all the time&lt;br /&gt;as much as they dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;this is what scares me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may seem to be together all the time&lt;br /&gt;but we're drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;i can sense that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad i have you with me.&lt;br /&gt;or i'd be totally lost in this world.&lt;br /&gt;its all so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;god bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12473533-111609153297283753?l=-jaded-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jaded-.blogspot.com/feeds/111609153297283753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12473533&amp;postID=111609153297283753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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