<?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-6481515</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:37.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this perfect world threw me awat</title><subtitle type='html'>me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107763218861589689</id><published>2004-02-24T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T06:19:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooo guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i finally relocated away from blogger, and to diaryland!&lt;br /&gt;yaayy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-splinter.diaryland.com"&gt;my new home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come find me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107763218861589689?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107763218861589689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107763218861589689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763218861589689' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107758885366798487</id><published>2004-02-21T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:17:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In open fields of wild flowers,&lt;br /&gt;she breathes the air and flies away&lt;br /&gt;She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses&lt;br /&gt;in no simple language&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;br /&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;br /&gt;Someday He'll call her and she will come running&lt;br /&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting silent wearing Sunday best&lt;br /&gt;The sermon echoes through the walls&lt;br /&gt;A great salvation through it calls to the people&lt;br /&gt;who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;br /&gt;Someday He'll call us and we will come running&lt;br /&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems too easy to call you "Savior",&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to call you "God"&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and think of words I can mention&lt;br /&gt;to show my devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"my heart beats for You"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow finally im at a loss for words..doesnt change anything tho...it never works out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107758885366798487?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107758885366798487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107758885366798487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758885366798487' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107742681245510327</id><published>2004-02-21T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:16:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to find the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth about the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[im afraid, but im tired of lying.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had enough of pretending everything is alright, when its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate laughing, i hate smiling, and i hate telling pple to leave me alone and dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want that..i just dont want to influence pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna let anyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im embarassed of who i am on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just scared. since i dont even know what im doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate telling everyone who had least pretends to care to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate telling Christ i dont love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, i do love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much cos i know what im doing is bad and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im taking the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fool around now, and feel the blame later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with christ it doesnt go that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither does it without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd like that disillusionment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i know, there's someone there who needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if his aim's to destroy god,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he falls and dies, tho his pple believe otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll fall and die with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was i ever happy before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sorry to you. i promised you i wont bring anybody down. and i'll try my best to ensure that happens. but u see, for that to happen, i need total solitude. i'll try my best]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107742681245510327?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107742681245510327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107742681245510327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742681245510327' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107718616672434598</id><published>2004-02-19T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T02:25:27.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1042048118_resversace.jpg" border="0" alt="I'm_a_Versace_girl!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Versace:  Oww, the essence of haute!  You are&lt;br&gt;flashy, daring, and dramatic!  You believe in&lt;br&gt;beauty above practicality and view fashion as&lt;br&gt;art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/What%20fashion%20designer%20fits%20you/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What fashion designer fits you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/U/untrusting/1074895060_gelmystery.jpg" border="0" alt="Dark"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Dark Angel- Your not scarred or hurt, you were&lt;br&gt;just born with a darkside. Your darkside&lt;br&gt;dominates your personality and you are happy&lt;br&gt;that way. You are always yourself and if people&lt;br&gt;have a problem with that...you really dont&lt;br&gt;care. Prone to be slightly selfish and&lt;br&gt;concieded, you most likely have more friends of&lt;br&gt;the oposite sex. You are sexy and manipulative,&lt;br&gt;often doing whatever it takes to get your way.&lt;br&gt;You probably have a certain disregard for the&lt;br&gt;rules and maybe have a rep of being a 'bad&lt;br&gt;girl' or even a slut. Though you often go on&lt;br&gt;instincts and impulses, your smart. And though&lt;br&gt;you are prone to be selfish there is alwayz&lt;br&gt;someone your loyal to and may even put their&lt;br&gt;needs above your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/untrusting/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20good......dark%60~Angelz~%60light......evil/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;                          good......dark`~Angelz~`light......evil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107718616672434598?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107718616672434598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107718616672434598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718616672434598' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107711109909980235</id><published>2004-02-18T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T05:34:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not gonna be that secretive anymore. i just cant take it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;wrote these two awhile back. and i hate them so much. they sound so. stupidly childish. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years of my life gone&lt;br /&gt;wasted on insecurity &lt;br /&gt;its about time&lt;br /&gt;that i tried to get free&lt;br /&gt;but i tried a lot before&lt;br /&gt;drowned in an ocean of pain&lt;br /&gt;while my arms and legs failed&lt;br /&gt;a tough choice of if i should try again&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time i'll make it&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll lose it again&lt;br /&gt;then just smile and fake it&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell&lt;br /&gt;should i even bother&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen from faith&lt;br /&gt;and rejected the Father&lt;br /&gt;so no one's there&lt;br /&gt;to help me get out&lt;br /&gt;no one around&lt;br /&gt;to hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is talk--to myself&lt;br /&gt;though it gets real old&lt;br /&gt;i got dealt a losing hand in life&lt;br /&gt;so i give up and fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----this seems incomplete and utterly childish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;you think you know what i'm about&lt;br /&gt;but actually, you never will.&lt;br /&gt;you think you know what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;but actually, you'll have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;at first i let you in,&lt;br /&gt;but now i shut you out.&lt;br /&gt;when you think im happy,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;when im smiling to the world,&lt;br /&gt;im crying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;wont you understand? im not you.&lt;br /&gt;won't you truly listen? i want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;cant you ever see? that all i really wanna do&lt;br /&gt;is leave this world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; this was what i meant when not being secretive anymore. to all those out there who think you know whats going on, trust me you dont. and i really wanna be left alone. please.&lt;br /&gt;nat--even you. i cant find the words to tell you. so i hope u'll chance upon this. i don't want to talk about it to you. i never did. i just thought it would help you. but erm. i cant anymore. i need a break. so yea, u can of course still confide in me...i just cant confide in you. what i told you was already too much. and yea. er...........................fine whatever. yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ath/adora--sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia/jonathan/isaac/mark/everyone else--im not insane. so stop whispering. stop arguing. stop pretending you care. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107711109909980235?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107711109909980235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107711109909980235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711109909980235' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-10769699627190917</id><published>2004-02-16T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T14:22:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess i get it now. course i was too proud to loathe myself, even for a second when i was younger, too proud to admit i wasnt perfect, too full of self-love and no self-pity at all...it happened. well, guess it's in full-force now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-10769699627190917?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/10769699627190917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/10769699627190917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10769699627190917' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481515.post-107684314804618950</id><published>2004-02-15T02:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T03:08:23.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;godsmack&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;i stand alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I've told you this once before &lt;br /&gt;you can't control me &lt;br /&gt;if you try to take me down you're gonna pay&lt;br /&gt;now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me &lt;br /&gt;i'm picking you outa me &lt;br /&gt;you run away &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;you're always hiding behind your so called goddess &lt;br /&gt;so what you don't think that we can see your face &lt;br /&gt;resurrected back before the final fallen &lt;br /&gt;i'll never rest until I can make my own way&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid of fading &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;feeling your sting down inside of me &lt;br /&gt;i'm not dying for it &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;everything that I believe is fading &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;and now its my time (now its my time) &lt;br /&gt;it's my time to dream (my time to dream) &lt;br /&gt;dream of the sky (dream of the sky) &lt;br /&gt;make me believe that this place isn't plagued&lt;br /&gt;by the poison in me &lt;br /&gt;help me decide if my fire will burn out &lt;br /&gt;before you can breathe &lt;br /&gt;breathe into me &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;feeling your sting down inside of me &lt;br /&gt;i'm not dying for it &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;everything that I believe is fading &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;br /&gt;i stand alone &lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481515-107684314804618950?l=emo-fanatia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107684314804618950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481515/posts/default/107684314804618950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-fanatia.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684314804618950' title=''/><author><name>shar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11899539340068370436</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></entry></feed>
