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  <title>In my nothing, you meant everything to me..</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 16:05:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>0% interest</title>
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  <description>My grandma is doing fine. The operation went smoothly. She&apos;s now recovering in a nearby nursing home for a week or two. Keep her in your thoughts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won&apos;t you come home and stop this pain tonight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop this pain tonight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can&apos;t you control your mind to want the things you have? Why isn&apos;t it like a list you can control, where you just add and subtract things as you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d write something more profound, but I&apos;ve seemed to have lost my head. Sorry.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 02:04:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>trains derail</title>
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  <description>Happy easter. I spent most of the day sitting in my room watching bad movies online and stupid documentaries on TV. I had an emotional breakdown during the first part of the day, which led to me cleaning my room. I finally took down my Christmas tree. It was a big deal. It was the last thing that I have that really reminded me of Jimmy and I. I cried the whole time I was taking it down. But after that, I felt kind of refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I was finishing up cleaning and my uncle called and told me my Grandma was in the hospital. She&apos;s having lung problems, and they keep finding more problems since she&apos;s been there. I&apos;m going to see her Wednesday. Hopefully she&apos;ll pull through. I&apos;d be a wreck if something happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a god, or any type of higher power, I&apos;m convinced that he&apos;s out to get me. I&apos;m convinced that I&apos;ll never find peace. I&apos;m convinced that I&apos;ll never be satisfied. I&apos;m convinced that I don&apos;t stand a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt;. Someone give me &lt;i&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 19:09:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>new leaf</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m starting another online blog. As if the other 200 I&apos;ve started in the past 5 years weren&apos;t good enough. I guess anytime I go through a change in my life, I get sick of looking back on certain things. And the only obvious resolution to a problem that deep is starting a new online journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my life sucks because it&apos;s the second day of Spring Break and it&apos;s a blizzard outside. That makes me want to die inside. Vicky&apos;s 18th birthday is tomorrow and I don&apos;t know what to do for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m starting to seriously take prostitution into consideration. How bad could it possibly be?</description>
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