﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>HeArTbReAkErR_x0's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from HeArTbReAkErR_x0</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0</link></image><item><title>Thursday, March 16, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/458322017/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/458322017/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 02:49:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; FONT-FAMILY: " Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;.. she's not the type to apologize for her actions, she is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" BT?,?SERIF?? PosterBodoni&gt;spontaneous&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt;,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Jokewood??&gt; wild&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt; and &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 1.4em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;charismatic&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;. Any guy would be lucky to be her's, as long as he knew&lt;U&gt; never to try to change her uniqueness&lt;/U&gt;. If he tried to change her, she would be stubborn and defiant, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: ; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" Georgia?,?SERIF??&gt;&lt;U&gt;she is set&lt;/U&gt;&lt;I&gt; in her own state of mind and she i&lt;/I&gt;sn't gonna change for&lt;I&gt; &lt;/I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;noone.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/458322017/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, March 12, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/456688064/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/456688064/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 21:54:32 GMT</pubDate><description>Things I need* &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There are a few things that I need you to know &lt;BR&gt;when you look deep into my eyes &lt;BR&gt;part of me isnt real &lt;BR&gt;sometimes I wear a disguise &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am a very broken person &lt;BR&gt;and sometimes it hurts to breathe &lt;BR&gt;I cry a lot more than you know &lt;BR&gt;these parts I dont want you to see &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I try so hard to be strong &lt;BR&gt;but I think we both know that im weak &lt;BR&gt;I dont know what it is about you &lt;BR&gt;that my heart chooses to seek &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I didnt think you were anything special &lt;BR&gt;until you gave me that smile &lt;BR&gt;until you grabbed my hand, stole my heart &lt;BR&gt;and made my life worthwhile &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I fall short of peoples expectations &lt;BR&gt;and I dont always succeed &lt;BR&gt;but I think its then I need you the most &lt;BR&gt;is that something you can see? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I need you to hold me &lt;BR&gt;and tell me everythings gonna be okay &lt;BR&gt;I need you to make sure that im safe &lt;BR&gt;and call me each and every day &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I need you to tell me im beautiful &lt;BR&gt;and i need to know that you care &lt;BR&gt;I need you to kiss my lips &lt;BR&gt;and run your fingers through my hair &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I need you to know that im sorry &lt;BR&gt;that i cant be everything for you &lt;BR&gt;I wish I could give you all that you want &lt;BR&gt;I wish I could be there like you need me to &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Im sorry that Im not perfect &lt;BR&gt;I dont want to let you down &lt;BR&gt;I dont want to be another disappointment &lt;BR&gt;I cant afford to lose what ive found. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Please know that Im trying very hard &lt;BR&gt;to do the things I need to do &lt;BR&gt;because all I really want right now &lt;BR&gt;is to truly be with you...&lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/456688064/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, March 04, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/452726464/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/452726464/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 23:28:20 GMT</pubDate><description>u all wonder why i stopped posting .. Cause i didn't get any feedback on what i was doing.. I posted two days in a row and all I got was one feedback..</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/452726464/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, March 02, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/451674756/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/451674756/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 21:20:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT color=#ccccff&gt;never thought i would &lt;FONT size=2&gt;loose&lt;/FONT&gt; him &lt;BR&gt;i was stupid and played my little games &lt;BR&gt;he relized i wasnt worth it &lt;BR&gt;and now he dosent want me &lt;BR&gt;its not like i dont have someone &lt;BR&gt;because i do &lt;BR&gt;its just hes nothing compared to him &lt;BR&gt;i mean he took my breath away &lt;BR&gt;just to hear his name gave me butterflys &lt;BR&gt;it still does &lt;BR&gt;my heart beets for him &lt;BR&gt;i guess you could say i need him &lt;BR&gt;i didnt think it was possible &lt;BR&gt;to love someone this much &lt;BR&gt;when im so young &lt;BR&gt;i knew i was love struck &lt;BR&gt;i just let him slip away &lt;BR&gt;and now hes gone &lt;BR&gt;he treated me like a princess &lt;BR&gt;like i was the prettiest &lt;BR&gt;smartest nicest girl in the world &lt;BR&gt;and i took advantage of it &lt;BR&gt;im a cold hearted bitch &lt;BR&gt;that never thought about him &lt;BR&gt;or how he would feel &lt;BR&gt;then i saw him look over at me &lt;BR&gt;and close his eyes &lt;BR&gt;it was like he was trying to forget me &lt;BR&gt;im just a bad memory &lt;BR&gt;that should have never even came &lt;BR&gt;i hurt him and i know it &lt;BR&gt;i just wasnt expecting &lt;BR&gt;to be hurting more then him &lt;BR&gt;and longer then him too. &lt;BR&gt;i dont think ill ever get over him &lt;BR&gt;i dont think there are anymore &lt;BR&gt;quite like him &lt;BR&gt;i made a mistake &lt;BR&gt;i made it again &lt;BR&gt;and now baby your all i think about &lt;BR&gt;even when im with him. &lt;BR&gt;all i've got to say is im sorry &lt;BR&gt;and it will never be okay. &lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/451674756/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, March 02, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450333858/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450333858/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 02:32:11 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Made by me...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;A href="http://x64.xanga.com/b9ab56437523339163482/b26780605.bmp" target=xangaphoto&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 439px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=82 alt="" src="http://x64.xanga.com/b9ab56437523339163482/z26780605.bmp"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;its something i cant explain, when i'm with you baby;; all i can imagine is reality&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;she has an opinion. she wants to be heard. shell do anything to get her voice out. you better watch out though. because she hasn't figured out just how far shed go yet. when she does though, trust me, she's going places &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;so much is happening in this life of mine;; i don't remember when or where it began anymore..&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;when she smiles, it isn't real. she tries to make people happy, but hardly succeeds. she hurts herself with her self esteem, or in most cases, lack thereof. she's a sad girl. she cries every day. she has trouble talking in front of a class, but displays great leadership skills. she's great with people she knows well, and people she doesn't know at all. but the people in that middle range make her pretty much queasy. she doesn't like to know she's getting a surprise, but she loves surprises. she likes to surprise her friends and other people she loves. some of her teachers like her, others don't. her coaches love her, but she cant bring it out of her to love herself. she can make anyone laugh, but she hardly ever cracks a smile. criticism hurts her unduly. she's scared of success, scared of love, scared of living. she spends her time daydreaming. she wishes she was beautiful and thin. she wants to die more than she wants to live. she doesn't trust many people. not even herself. she thinks she knows what love is. she knows she never did in the past. she likes to snuggle, way more than having sex. she likes to kiss her friends on the forehead when they're upset. she's a good friend. she always puts her friends first. but she hasn't always been that way. she used to be selfish. that was the eye opener of what she wants. she wants to die. she wants to live. and as scared as she is, she doesn't wanna miss a thing in between.&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;If i was to forgive you and we went on with our lives together would you do it again?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;try to smile every now and then. you're gorgeous, sad, but gorgeous.. faking happy eventually leads to being truly happy, even if its only for a moment &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;I'm falling for you, I'm falling hard. It scares me because you'll be leaving soon. I don't want to get attached to you and then have to say goodbye. My heart is too fragile, there's no way I can do this. I can't fall for you....I just can't&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;You know when your heart hurts...But it's a good kind of hurt...You love and care about someone so much that it just hurts to be away from them for any amount of time.&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;This isn't about me trying to make you feel guilty for not loving me...this is about you not being able to see that I feel like dieing because you don't. &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;I hate holding you and crying because I know eventually Im going to have to let you go. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;I hate feeling this way. I hate being so helpless over our situation. I hate that you cant just give me your heart and trust that I wont break it, but most of all I hate that I gave you mine, knowing you couldn't love me back... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;Stop acting like if you walked out of my life today that I would just be able to pick up the pieces and go on with my life. Stop acting like you dont know you have total and absolute control over my heart. And most of all, stop acting like your oblivious to the fact that from the day we laid eyes on each other we both knew nothing would ever be the same again.&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A href="http://x72.xanga.com/b61d72fbc043239163339/b6096086.gif" target=xangaphoto&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 96px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://x72.xanga.com/b61d72fbc043239163339/z6096086.gif"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450333858/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 27, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450070124/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450070124/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 19:27:30 GMT</pubDate><description>anyone looking for another update??</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/450070124/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442610454/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442610454/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 22:40:15 GMT</pubDate><description>&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love? &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Its a broken day but everythin is okay &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;I'm up all night but everything is alright &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;it's a rough week and I don't get enough sleep &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;It's a long year pretending I belong here &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;-I like the way i feel, nothing hurts when no ones real- &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;... you're missing the point. Things fall apart. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Not everything can be put back together, &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;no matter how much you want it. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;i would like to stay a secret, &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;like walking in the dark, if &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;no one knows you, no one cares &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;and no one breaks your heart&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Promise me, just promise, that you &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;will never forget me. Tell me I &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;changed you somehow. Let me know &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;I had an impact on your life. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Promise me that you'll always &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;remember me, Losing you was hard &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;enough but I don't want to live &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;life is about trusting your feelings &amp;amp; taking chances ; losing and finding h a p p i n e s s ; appreciating the memories &amp;amp; learning from the pain and realizing that people always change &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i had f o r g o t t e n how it felt &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;to have someone you just CANT &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;get [ E n 0 u G h ] of &amp;lt;3 &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;amp; SHE`'S SCARED BECAUSE SUDDENLY iT`'S &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;CLEAR H0W MUCH HE REALLY MEANS T0 HER &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Have you ever met someone that's almost like an addiction? You know you shouldn't do it. You know you're only going to hurt yourself in the end. But. You still do it. You really can't stop yourself. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Yeah... I met him four years ago. And, trust me, I'm slowly working my way over this addiction.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;We can't talk to each other like we used to. There are just some things we can't say.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;I?ve never fallen for a guy like you before. I?ve never fallen for a guy that smiles at me when you see me in the hall, or yells out my name in a loud room or one who can make me laugh at the stupidest things, or keeps me tossing and turning all night, wondering what I should do about you. I?ve never fallen for a sweetheart&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;I haven't really been myself lately. I used to know who I was, but now I'm just not sure. It's kind of like I died. But yet, I'm still here wandering around through everyday life, wondering why everyone cares so much. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;How do I tell you that I like you? How can I say that you're the only thing on my mind? We're supposed to be just friends, but for me there's so much more there. I just don't know how to tell you. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Ok its like this; I think about you constantly. All the little things, they somehow remind me of you. Whenever I hear someone mention your name their own conversation captures my complete and undivided attention. When I see you my tummy turns and I get butterflies, and you don't know it, but its because of you. I wish you weren't so blind and you could see me looking at you the way that I do. I wish that you could look into my eyes a realize that I need you. And all those little conversations we have...the ones that you probably think of as just a normal person saying normal things to you..well those get me through my hard days and tough times&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;i?m loving everything; his loveable personality, his cute little comments, the way he makes me smile and the way he knows how to get to my heart. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;It's the way you make me feel like I was never good enough for you. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;And I don't wanna work anymore cause sometimes I just can't ignore the way I feel when I see you smile and someday I'll just shut my eyes and maybe then you'll realize. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; MARGIN: 0in; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;hope you alll enjoy my little update hereee&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442610454/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442509195/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442509195/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 19:35:14 GMT</pubDate><description>i have some quotes building up in my collection anyonee intersted in reading em???</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442509195/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442144217/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442144217/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 17:42:12 GMT</pubDate><description>does anyone still actaully come here?</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/442144217/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 19, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/408714605/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/408714605/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 03:53:19 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;EM&gt;O&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;FFIC&lt;/U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;A&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;LLY&lt;/U&gt; &lt;U&gt;CL&lt;/U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;O&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;S&lt;/U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;E&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;D&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeArTbReAkErR_x0/408714605/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>