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  <title>Alex says, "HOWDY!"</title>
  <subtitle>Alex</subtitle>
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    <name>Alex</name>
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  <updated>2009-01-03T00:38:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:41572</id>
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    <title>emptycasket @ 2009-01-02T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T00:38:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T00:38:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">maybe it seems that I'm the one that gets thrown out in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's my fault, but somehow I don't really think it is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:41412</id>
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    <title>so long sucker</title>
    <published>2008-12-19T21:54:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-19T21:54:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Snake The Cross The Crown - Behold the River</lj:music>
    <content type="html">now that I have nothing to worry about, I feel like something's wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;like I can't be content.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;it'll pass&lt;br /&gt;this semester was wonderful and terrible all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I made an A in my first college class... and made a C in physics&lt;br /&gt;it's all well and good though&lt;br /&gt;I got some things done today&lt;br /&gt;no shoes, but presents to all.&lt;br /&gt;there are bats in my attic&lt;br /&gt;the waste smells terrible and apparently it's toxic&lt;br /&gt;they'll be gone soon... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused and sure all at once.&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's all a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;but lately it's a cycle that turns very quickly&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just... my cycle&lt;br /&gt;I love life, even though it's tough right now&lt;br /&gt;I had to give my mom some of my money a few times now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with it... it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;I guess times are hard, but I'll appreciate them later.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer want to think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and scared for it, but I can't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It'll have to wait... and so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.</content>
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    <title>Serenity</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T04:15:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T04:15:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's quiet today.&amp;nbsp; Silent.&amp;nbsp; The cold weather seems to do that to sound.&amp;nbsp; No one around, not even a sound.&amp;nbsp; Like the town is all asleep mid-afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I love this walk.&amp;nbsp; I almost love it even more now that it's brisk.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I love it for different reasons.&amp;nbsp; Quiet.&amp;nbsp; Silent.&amp;nbsp; Where is the world?&amp;nbsp; -Hiding in it's heated den.&amp;nbsp; Hiding from dry skin and white knuckles.&amp;nbsp; It's not so bad.&amp;nbsp; I like the walk today.&amp;nbsp; The trees, the light green spaces in the grass where the bright light shines through.&amp;nbsp; That is my favorite.&amp;nbsp; Those special spots make me warm and fuzzy just by looking.&amp;nbsp; Times like this make me wonder how I ever leave the world outside.&amp;nbsp; Why do I ever escape to the indoors?... with the stale heat cracking mu lips and drying my skin...&amp;nbsp; The cold seems to make me feel more alive, or do I feel less alive?&amp;nbsp; Sleep or surge... it only depends.&amp;nbsp; The cold is strange that way.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps, that is part of the invigorating, the unknown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;---And now... sitting here... everything seems right with the world.&amp;nbsp; I'm at peace.&amp;nbsp; Partly, it's this same cool, crispness, surrounding me.&amp;nbsp; It's that same wonderful part of the day when the special places come out, when the light shines in all the right spaces.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, it makes me feel loved... like it's a work of God, only for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know if it's true anymore, but I'll keep to what I like to tell myself.&amp;nbsp; Aside from if I know, it has to be something great, something more wonderful than me, something so much more powerful.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why, and it sounds crazy.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, I just know.&lt;br /&gt;---I don't know anything about life anymore.&amp;nbsp; The days have really started boiling down to the present.&amp;nbsp; The future no longer has the same importance as it once had.&amp;nbsp; This should terrify me, but it's strangely enticing.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I know everything will be alright.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is about impressing or excelling to the highest point anymore, and I'm strangely okay with that.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to appreciate the little things so much more than before.&amp;nbsp; I feel more alive than I ever have.&amp;nbsp; I feel more normal, more together, more pieced to one.&amp;nbsp; How do I know?&amp;nbsp; I don't.&amp;nbsp; I just believe.&amp;nbsp; Maybe this is me taking another giant leap back to faith.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not.&amp;nbsp; But... I sure hope so.&amp;nbsp; One thing's for certain; it's gone, and maybe not on the surface, but deep down, I want it back.&amp;nbsp; I want it back so badly.&amp;nbsp; Though it will have to wait.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;---This peace is inviting.&amp;nbsp; I want more.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea how long it will remain, but that's okay too.&amp;nbsp; I'm at one with my circumstances, if that makes any sense at all.&amp;nbsp; I no longer care.&amp;nbsp; At times, I have inklings of doubt, but I swiftly push them away.&amp;nbsp; This might only be another cycle, but I will hold onto this empowerment for as long as I may.&amp;nbsp; It's no longer about one I will please from day to day, or friends I obsess about, situations I analyze, people who pull me down, ideas that push me sinking.&amp;nbsp; I'm up high.&amp;nbsp; No one can REACH ME!&amp;nbsp; I feel close to untouchable.&amp;nbsp; I feel amazing.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what to do with myself.</content>
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    <title>emptycasket @ 2008-10-19T20:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-20T00:29:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-20T00:29:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is strange.&amp;nbsp; this is really really strange.&amp;nbsp; it's my mistake, but I didn't want it this way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;take me away.&amp;nbsp; take me away.&amp;nbsp; oh so very far away.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait.&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait for things to change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's killing me.&amp;nbsp; It's slowly killing me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way.&amp;nbsp; It's not the way I want it to play.&lt;br /&gt;this is strange.&amp;nbsp; This is oh so very strange.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same.&lt;br /&gt;but I can't complain&lt;br /&gt;got to keep on going&lt;br /&gt;got to mask the pain&lt;br /&gt;this is so strange.&amp;nbsp; things are very far away.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is right.&lt;br /&gt;not anything can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;I need some power&lt;br /&gt;I need some change&lt;br /&gt;but that change&lt;br /&gt;that change is so very very strange.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:40665</id>
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    <title>quams with the mundane</title>
    <published>2008-09-24T04:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-24T04:01:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;I feel alright during the day mostly, but when I sit to think it all comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the&amp;nbsp;most oblivious person in the world.&amp;nbsp; Why does that always happen?&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone who gives me the appreciation I deserve... and vis versa.&lt;br /&gt;and how can I possibly function well with all of this?&lt;br /&gt;These family issues are really baring down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel completely confused at times and completely happy another...&lt;br /&gt;but a lot of the confusion comes from the fact that I realize the happiness was blindsighted.&lt;br /&gt;and why am I all of the sudden a terrible writer?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating this class and hating myself for hating it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I don't &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it, but it's definiately giving me an ego bruiser.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so I'm at seems with the fact that I'm still lonely, never having a date and the only person that really seems to mind me is someone I'd rather stay friends with.&amp;nbsp; Why does that happen?&amp;nbsp; I don't understand the cards God has delt me.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, I come to find that the Homecoming dance is about two weeks from now.&amp;nbsp; :/&amp;nbsp; I would like to go.&amp;nbsp; It's my senior year.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to make the most of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm feeling like I'm moving on from them, but every so often I get pulled back... by them or by the fact that I still seem unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like I don't know anyone... that I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a pathetic note, I saw someone driving today... but&amp;nbsp;he didn't see&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;apparently he asked for my number before, but who's to know if he was even serious.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's known to pull that.</content>
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    <title>a new kind</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T17:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T17:36:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;can't express what I'm&amp;nbsp;feeling right now.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:39579</id>
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    <title>new days ahead</title>
    <published>2008-08-21T00:32:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T00:32:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so another year has come.&lt;br /&gt;better classes&lt;br /&gt;seems more carefree&lt;br /&gt;seems easier&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's not&lt;br /&gt;but something's off&lt;br /&gt;something's strange&lt;br /&gt;I feel strange&lt;br /&gt;I feel better, but strange&lt;br /&gt;not sure about my peers&lt;br /&gt;part of me just wants to say the hell with it I want to go to college&lt;br /&gt;but I want this to work&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a good year&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to be positive&lt;br /&gt;which I've managed to do so far&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset or angry&lt;br /&gt;I'm just slightly confused&lt;br /&gt;everyone feels distant&lt;br /&gt;not sure if I even want to become that close to them again&lt;br /&gt;but it feels strange not to&lt;br /&gt;not sure if it's worth forgiving, but i suppose that's the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm automatically forgiving... but considering it later and wondering if it's the right choice&lt;br /&gt;as far as NEW people are concerned, I'm almost thinking: what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;no one seems to be interested, even if I put myself out there&lt;br /&gt;they're either too stuck up or too nervous also, i guess&lt;br /&gt;it's like... I spend my days... talking very little&lt;br /&gt;it's strange&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's something I need to think about because if I didn't I would just go on by myself and not socialize hardly at all&lt;br /&gt;it IS strange&lt;br /&gt;and my best friend has a more serious boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and the other, i'm not sure</content>
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    <title>I hate</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T01:41:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T01:41:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everything I wish I could be and how it always seems never enough.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:39163</id>
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    <title>some people</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T18:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T18:50:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">make me sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling sick to my stomach&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:38710</id>
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    <title>well now I'm just confused</title>
    <published>2008-07-31T18:24:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T18:24:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>two gallants</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This school year will either be really fun or will be the&amp;nbsp;hardest, most horrific year of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep telling me I need to concentrate on colleges and believe me I have and I do...&lt;br /&gt;but now the more I think about it, the harder it is.</content>
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    <title>hope</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T18:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-29T18:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It sucks when someone you once felt guilty for being prejudice against...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You realize you were somewhat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand some people, but then I understand perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;So I read someone's blog today.&lt;br /&gt;It was concerning his faith or lack there of, his shifted morals and whatnot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I couldn't believe and felt a sort of relief when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing... or may have almost already lost my faith, as well.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard.&amp;nbsp; It's a small battle going on in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that, for some reason, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I have no control over it.&lt;br /&gt;It's out of my hands.&amp;nbsp; like... I could do my part, but it'll have to come back with time.&lt;br /&gt;I want it back so badly - that relationship, but I can't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned some of the same things, without the actual idea that he wants it back.&lt;br /&gt;He just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;He's given up and he has no desire to change.&amp;nbsp; He says he wants to go back to when he still had morals, before the girls, the drugs, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That's the part that hit me the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand... or don't want to understand that he truly believes that's the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him that girls, drugs, other people, or any other obstacle is in no way responsible for his loss of morals... his loss of faith.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him that it was all on him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him that if he really wanted it back, he wouldn't be speaking that way.&lt;br /&gt;He's giving up because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wants to give up - not anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him because I was afraid he had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but how am I supposed to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell him because I was afraid.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid it wouldn't be my place, that I might come on too strong, that I might upset him... or myself for a wrong reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to speak up.&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp;it might seem like I was lecturing him.&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;then I realized that's what's wrong with me... with our nation&lt;br /&gt;but maybe that's the struggle with &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We're too afraid to speak up. Then, when someone actually does, they don't know when to stop.&amp;nbsp; Then, no one knows when to stop.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows balance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That's what creates chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, I noticed I'm having the same problem he has.&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God is dwindling not because of high school, boys, or drugs...&lt;br /&gt;but because of home life, my father, my mother, myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing it because I'm confused.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is trying to kill it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that constant self exploration&lt;br /&gt;I try to fight back, but a huge part of me doesn't care, is too skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doubting if God is there.&amp;nbsp; I'm doubting &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; he is and in what way... with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doubting if I can trust people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doubting teachers, and peers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doubting people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That is my block from him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I pull that imaginary line connected to him, but it never moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the difference between him and I...&lt;br /&gt;I still have hope.</content>
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    <title>the hard part</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T17:41:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T17:41:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is telling myself to be patient&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:38020</id>
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    <title>damn you, mailman</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T18:15:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T18:15:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bonde do role</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so I suppose I'm no good at AP exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record isn't very impressive.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it's down right pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;I might have been able to study harder...&lt;br /&gt;but I do have this awful sense of signing up for things I very well am not ready for.&lt;br /&gt;What a terribly hard exam.&lt;br /&gt;AP Latin Literature&lt;br /&gt;kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I made out with a B &amp;amp; A</content>
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    <title>deceiving</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T00:08:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T00:08:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Sometimes when someone references a great quote... I stop and wonder if they really appreciate or even understand its meaning.&amp;nbsp;&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;It might be difficult for me to genuinely have affection for someone again.</content>
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    <title>Also</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T19:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T19:23:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lately, I've felt as though I can't help but to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;Even when I feel I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the hormones I'm taking for my acne, and probably is, but I also can't help but to think it might be that this weight feel like it's been lifted off my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; It really does.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm just going to trust in my family for a while.&amp;nbsp; until things pan out.&amp;nbsp; until I feel at ease with my peers.&lt;br /&gt;haha "at ease with my peers".&amp;nbsp; that's a funny concept.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>eyes wide open</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T19:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T19:07:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm finding it sort of hard to decide where I stand now...&lt;br /&gt;you know, with myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly couldn't give a shit about my well... so-called friends.&lt;br /&gt;(reminds me of trainspotting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really oscillated between my old thoughts and self to this new found desire to forget everyone, just fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not everyone, but some ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, maybe I've just been pushed too far this time.&amp;nbsp; Suppose I've just had enough.&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me sick thinking how I knew I was a doormat all along... just lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;makes it sting that much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to realize that I might have gone wrong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I'm given&amp;nbsp;any sort of respect, no matter what they say.&lt;br /&gt;All I see are a bunch of lies.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm completely wrong to assume this,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but part of me -or most of me -really doesn't believe I'm "assuming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking I need some time away.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could start over, at least partially, and meet new people, make new friends, cultivate the older ones.&lt;br /&gt;but... that part of me is just too scared, too frightened... that I might get hurt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, but I just can't help but to think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feel ready and I desire to move on to new things.&lt;br /&gt;It's really a drag when you realize (that assuming that I don't believe is "assuming") that you're friend probably thinks you're a boring, predictable human being.&amp;nbsp; You're so cool, but only sometimes.&amp;nbsp; You're only wanted when they're in the mood.&amp;nbsp; That you'll never be enough to truly have fun with.&amp;nbsp; She leaves you when she's ready to be spontaneous, when really you realize she knows nothing about you.&amp;nbsp; You realize that you've never really been able to be yourself around her... for some strange, unexplainable reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she can see through you, but she sorely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be ready to move on to new things.&lt;br /&gt;but then that other part of me... that one that always holds me back, but in the end makes me feel like a genuine person,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, my conscience)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;it's afraid I'll hurt someone... in all my new plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have one more question.&lt;br /&gt;How did it ever come to be this way?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:37091</id>
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    <title>haha</title>
    <published>2008-05-21T02:32:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-21T02:33:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the everybodyfields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;so.&amp;nbsp; I guess signing on this thing for the first time in I can't remember was a bad idea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;it's best not to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching all the kids frolic around and play down the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;one of those same kids asking me why I still have homework?&lt;br /&gt;while my grades seem to be escalating due to my two absences... what?&lt;br /&gt;sick (mentally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if I can get through this week, I shall be golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the upside, no more latin.&amp;nbsp; and after tomorrow, REALLY no more latin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of those funks again where I really need a haircut and the world seems impossible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I shall prevail.&amp;nbsp; eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="233" alt="" width="300" src="http://a869.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/92/l_0d6e41636d3af635bf5af00a15efaaa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&amp;nbsp; i guess this is sort of an inside joke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:36691</id>
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    <title>emptycasket @ 2008-04-28T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T23:37:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T23:37:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm really jealous of all the seniors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:36587</id>
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    <title>emptycasket @ 2008-03-23T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T03:17:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T03:17:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Why does it seem that every guy I'd like to get to know... I'm just not good enough for?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:36122</id>
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    <title>PLEASEEEE</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T03:23:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T03:23:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;tomorrow = winterfest + sundress day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast for tomorrow is partly cloudy, but mostly sunny, delightful skies... accompanied by shortened classes, large quantities of food, friends, activities, music, dresses, and possibly a moonwalk of some sort or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hopefully dazed morning and a carefree afternoon, followed by one more day of school and a weekend of work, play, work, play, work, play.</content>
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    <title>Steady rollin, I keep going</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T23:12:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T23:18:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>two gallants</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Circumstances are seeming strange again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But what I've just noticed is that when things seem "strange"&amp;nbsp;or "completely different,"&amp;nbsp; it's just that I'm unsatisfied with my current state/state with others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle the mundane very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I did the semi-noble thing. &lt;br /&gt;I feel better now about it, but now am ended with the same griping feeling of emptiness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves... or rather one of the things that make me feel terrible, are when people that are close to me keep something from me.&amp;nbsp; something I would've thought they'd tell me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Spare me feelings.&amp;nbsp; Forget the fact that you think it would make me feel uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is more important to me than knowing new things about my friends or family members. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be happy for you, no matter what.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to want to help you no matter what.&amp;nbsp; Nothing would get in the way of that. &lt;br /&gt;It's happened a number of times lately, but twice this week.&amp;nbsp; Sure, that's just the way people operate.&amp;nbsp; I just wish they could be assured they can be honest with me.&amp;nbsp; I guess they are now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's just that blowing feeling when you found out... when you had a suspension in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something happy to write about.&amp;nbsp; Much of my life right now, though, is far from it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've been doing that fake smile thing.&amp;nbsp; It's not any good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The happy moments are usually sort lived.&amp;nbsp; just moments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not trying to sounds "higher than thou,"&amp;nbsp; but I feel pretty grounded and well rounded these days.&amp;nbsp; seems like I'm just trying to wait for everyone else.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I wish you all would get on my level.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired of watching from the outside, looking in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anyone&amp;nbsp;that I can&amp;nbsp;have an in depth conversation with anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;an intelligent conversation that has nothing to do with petty circumstances or grief.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting.</content>
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    <title>Looking for expectations, but finding nothing...</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T03:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T03:30:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'd like it to be The Duhks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y267/drag0nflyz26/CopyofAlexsPictures045smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best time ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y267/drag0nflyz26/AlexsPictures050smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really expect things to be this difficult and awkward...&lt;br /&gt;but I was just recently told that I'm very bright, but close to socially inept.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;... and I think you might be right, ...Mom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a late bloomer, they call it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but, as a result,&amp;nbsp;I'm just pissed off.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>can't get it right</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T00:52:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T00:52:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm slowing losing my faith in society.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:emptycasket:35288</id>
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    <title>wonderful feelings and terrible memories</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T23:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T23:10:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I just had the best day.&amp;nbsp; !!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;I think I hate everyone else &lt;br /&gt;but I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was definitely a teaser from summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect.&amp;nbsp; A little slice of freedom.&amp;nbsp; A little bit of love in the form of friendship.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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;I still don't understand how one person can make me so angry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting not to become an overly pessimistic person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what summer said got me thinking again about that one regret. &lt;br /&gt;Why do the lessons in life have to hurt so much? &lt;br /&gt;It's just what I have to deal with, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and like she said, there will be another one just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Julie says:&amp;nbsp; "I love life!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for today.&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'll try my hardest to keep this feeling on through the week &lt;br /&gt;not sure if it's going to last past 2nd period tomorrow, but I'll try.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>I love my dog.</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T21:30:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T21:30:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;so I managed to make myself feel trashy, gross, and guilty all at the same time yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if my super ego is really huge?&amp;nbsp; maybe I like it that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;teenage wasteland is a terrible place to be.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to the age when I get out of it.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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