<?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-31005983</id><updated>2011-11-18T18:15:14.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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cancer took half his lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to drink,&lt;br /&gt;until he became an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to hit her with his belt,&lt;br /&gt;until she threatened to call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to take meds while smoking,&lt;br /&gt;until he fell asleep and lit himself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to keep guns in the house,&lt;br /&gt;until they fell into little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong not to say, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;until she stopped loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know that it was wrong to be himself, &lt;br /&gt;until she wrote a note titled "Dear Daddy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know that he was to blame,&lt;br /&gt;until he saw her bloody skull and his gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-811131087244678644</id><published>2011-10-26T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:54:25.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and death has come again</title><content type='html'>it's funny, in a very not funny way, how i can connect to death&lt;br /&gt;i think about it, and it has stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sometimes so hard to think about and stay positive about&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps to think that this too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;meaning how i feel&lt;br /&gt;but then i can only think how it works both way&lt;br /&gt;this too shall pass, as in your life&lt;br /&gt;and your life has passed&lt;br /&gt;and in time, my life too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;its scary and reassuring at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not even know you, but i remember you&lt;br /&gt;i remember your name, your courage&lt;br /&gt;your battle, your strength, and your hope&lt;br /&gt;just like rach&lt;br /&gt;and just like nick still has&lt;br /&gt;is it all just a wasted effort?&lt;br /&gt;i know not for everything, but for those i know?&lt;br /&gt;for south glens falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something always ends up pulling me back home&lt;br /&gt;ties that i did not know even existed&lt;br /&gt;i love marathon so much, and i am so proud of my school,&lt;br /&gt;of my community, of my friends, of myself&lt;br /&gt;but it gives you these connections&lt;br /&gt;for them to be shattered in an instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that we save more and help more than imaginable&lt;br /&gt;but still, it is tough&lt;br /&gt;this is part of the job i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave you his wings, you are beautiful then and now&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace, brave angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-811131087244678644?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/811131087244678644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=811131087244678644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/811131087244678644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/811131087244678644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-death-has-come-again.html' title='and death has come again'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6856636055616764928</id><published>2011-10-07T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:48:48.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem1</title><content type='html'>you promised me a forever that only lasted two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you promised me forever&lt;br /&gt;yet it hasn't even been two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laid my trust in your hands&lt;br /&gt;and you let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;me, bare on christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;it's different as a guy&lt;br /&gt;and you knew that then&lt;br /&gt;but i was hopeless-ly in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your aol screen name appearing on my phone&lt;br /&gt;was the joy of each class period&lt;br /&gt;freshman honors english was a drag before you&lt;br /&gt;to me you will always be lildrumdude90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why this resentment still holds&lt;br /&gt;its been four years, and not a word has been spoken&lt;br /&gt;but you were the first male i could trust&lt;br /&gt;and you proved all over again why males sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6856636055616764928?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6856636055616764928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6856636055616764928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6856636055616764928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6856636055616764928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem1.html' title='poem1'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8151400498235536655</id><published>2011-09-30T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:52:01.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Daddy</title><content type='html'>Daddy did not know it was wrong to beat Mommy, &lt;br /&gt;until Mommy bled all over the brand new tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to smoke,&lt;br /&gt;until cancer took half his lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to drink,&lt;br /&gt;until he became an alcoholic with a pregnant woman’s gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to hit her with his belt,&lt;br /&gt;until it left marks and she threatened to call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to take meds while smoking,&lt;br /&gt;until he fell asleep and lit himself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to keep guns in the house,&lt;br /&gt;until they fell into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to not say, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;until she stopped loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to yell, &lt;br /&gt;until her silence drowned out all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to be feared, &lt;br /&gt;until she stopped coming to him with her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to lie,&lt;br /&gt;until she lost all her trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know it was wrong to be himself, &lt;br /&gt;until she lost faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy did not know that he was the reason she turned out the way she did, &lt;br /&gt;until she wrote him a note titled "Dear Daddy" with half her bloody skull and his gun attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8151400498235536655?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8151400498235536655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8151400498235536655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8151400498235536655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8151400498235536655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-daddy.html' title='Dear Daddy'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-2940660626736217631</id><published>2011-08-07T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:46:13.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want is a place to call my own</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;but it has been so hard&lt;br /&gt;so incredibly hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i had a safe place to call home&lt;br /&gt;a place to be free and happy&lt;br /&gt;surrounded my people that love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to get my own place&lt;br /&gt;but i am so beyond broke&lt;br /&gt;i can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;but i am alone&lt;br /&gt;all i have is my cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trying to provide for her right now&lt;br /&gt;i would sleep in the walmart parking lot in my car&lt;br /&gt;but that isn't fair to her&lt;br /&gt;and that's what is so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why i don't care about family?&lt;br /&gt;how many times can you be let down and hurt before you give up&lt;br /&gt;well i'm giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2940660626736217631?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2940660626736217631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=2940660626736217631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2940660626736217631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2940660626736217631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-i-want-is-place-to-call-my-own.html' title='all i want is a place to call my own'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6763598824301906300</id><published>2011-05-31T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:50:22.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a broken hallelujah</title><content type='html'>think about what that really means&lt;br /&gt;and you will catch my drift&lt;br /&gt;senior year, high school, is ending&lt;br /&gt;such a great time&lt;br /&gt;but i imagined it would be the best time&lt;br /&gt;instead, it is one of the worst&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say i have barely any true friends&lt;br /&gt;but college should change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it even come down to?&lt;br /&gt;petty issues cause a riff to last the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;only because our lives are no longer intertwined&lt;br /&gt;it seems so ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;but why have someone in your life that will only do harm&lt;br /&gt;its a pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the time that brings us back &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully itll bring us to a healing&lt;br /&gt;a healing we clearly all need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3068386203407700803</id><published>2011-05-17T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:11:47.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is why no one cares</title><content type='html'>you question why you have no friends&lt;br /&gt;and this is your answer&lt;br /&gt;you can cry all you want about how mean i am&lt;br /&gt;but at least im upfront and honest&lt;br /&gt;i own up to my actions and my words&lt;br /&gt;and you cant&lt;br /&gt;i dont play my friends&lt;br /&gt;you play everyone&lt;br /&gt;you dont care about anyone but yourself&lt;br /&gt;you live to tear other down&lt;br /&gt;and fuck them all over&lt;br /&gt;because your obsession with one boy left you fucked over&lt;br /&gt;no one cares&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should learn that&lt;br /&gt;and then someone will love you&lt;br /&gt;youre pathetic&lt;br /&gt;and until you change&lt;br /&gt;you always will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3068386203407700803?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3068386203407700803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3068386203407700803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3068386203407700803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3068386203407700803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-this-is-why-no-one-cares.html' title='and this is why no one cares'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5694234336386567806</id><published>2011-04-29T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T20:26:33.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i could stay just to watch you go</title><content type='html'>death makes the heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;then what has happened&lt;br /&gt;i just feel this guilt&lt;br /&gt;and anxiety&lt;br /&gt;gut wrenching&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;it gives physical symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can i only feel happy when i recieve something?&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;why cant i seem to find the strength to overcome my weight and be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like ive already given up&lt;br /&gt;and that dissapoints you&lt;br /&gt;and i know that&lt;br /&gt;and i would never want you to feel that way about me&lt;br /&gt;i lost you&lt;br /&gt;we all lost you&lt;br /&gt;you lost your life&lt;br /&gt;and i can even appreciate mine&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know i do at times&lt;br /&gt;but that isnt enough&lt;br /&gt;you arent here&lt;br /&gt;i will never see you or touch again&lt;br /&gt;your smile and laugh and carefree grace&lt;br /&gt;how can i feel this when i was not close&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;how can i act so harsh &lt;br /&gt;i know you wouldnt be proud&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i dont know anything else&lt;br /&gt;is it all im good for?&lt;br /&gt;but clearly not as i feel the most distant and the cruelest&lt;br /&gt;i have no excuses &lt;br /&gt;it is pathetic&lt;br /&gt;i am pathetic&lt;br /&gt;how can i not enjoy my life and my body&lt;br /&gt;i am wasting away&lt;br /&gt;how do i deserve life when i cant even value it&lt;br /&gt;you deserve better&lt;br /&gt;and i know that&lt;br /&gt;so why have i not yet put that to work&lt;br /&gt;i have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;i have to do this&lt;br /&gt;i have to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;you are the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;you are the angel that lifted us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes question intimacy&lt;br /&gt;and if i will ever be able to feel it&lt;br /&gt;and what broke that sense of security&lt;br /&gt;what makes me feel so violated&lt;br /&gt;for nothing for everything&lt;br /&gt;broken before i had the chance to be whole&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i can ever escape it&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts and makes me feel disgusting&lt;br /&gt;i want to burn my skin and scrub off the dirty&lt;br /&gt;i want to throw it all up&lt;br /&gt;anything to get it out, get it away&lt;br /&gt;is it for crossing God&lt;br /&gt;or for other reasons?&lt;br /&gt;it scares me&lt;br /&gt;can i really never feel happy and comfortable for someone else&lt;br /&gt;what stole my spirit? &lt;br /&gt;the unasked questions&lt;br /&gt;the never reveled answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5694234336386567806?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5694234336386567806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5694234336386567806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5694234336386567806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5694234336386567806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-only-i-could-stay-just-to-watch-you.html' title='if only i could stay just to watch you go'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1137931336077858496</id><published>2011-04-06T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:15:42.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you broke down. you lost it</title><content type='html'>you can't seem to get it back again&lt;br /&gt;but isnt it all you want&lt;br /&gt;to just be okay&lt;br /&gt;to be happy again&lt;br /&gt;to feel good to be good&lt;br /&gt;to have your friends there for you&lt;br /&gt;so why do you have no friends at this time?&lt;br /&gt;how many did you push away for no reason&lt;br /&gt;why do you think a phone could change this?&lt;br /&gt;you did this. they did this&lt;br /&gt;clearly its what they wanted&lt;br /&gt;and you just had to be yourself and go and ruin it&lt;br /&gt;stubborn and too much pride&lt;br /&gt;it will come back and bite you in the end&lt;br /&gt;you cant win everything&lt;br /&gt;lately you cant seem to win anything&lt;br /&gt;why cant it just be summer with friends &lt;br /&gt;and a phone and thinner&lt;br /&gt;why cant you work on these things yourself&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting them to come to you&lt;br /&gt;it isnt going to happen&lt;br /&gt;to have to work for them&lt;br /&gt;if its what you want, why dont you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1137931336077858496?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5928887194124574599</id><published>2011-03-24T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:21:43.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and you can't fight it anymore</title><content type='html'>and you break down&lt;br /&gt;and this is the end of your rope&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know where to go or who to turn to&lt;br /&gt;you are left here to sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;to wonder and search&lt;br /&gt;for where they went for who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're losing your memory now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can't see an end in sight&lt;br /&gt;no lights to guide the way&lt;br /&gt;a stroll in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;a crawl along the broken path&lt;br /&gt;where can the path even lead?&lt;br /&gt;do you know where to go or where  you will go&lt;br /&gt;will you find your way?&lt;br /&gt;do you just go with it or do you stop to question it all&lt;br /&gt;what does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;how did you, you, get put in this position&lt;br /&gt;what could have possibly brought this all on&lt;br /&gt;you dont see an answer&lt;br /&gt;or anyone to help you find the answer&lt;br /&gt;you are left here alone&lt;br /&gt;to find it all yourself&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone out there anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5928887194124574599?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5928887194124574599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5928887194124574599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i am lost without you here&lt;br /&gt;but i can no longer accept that&lt;br /&gt;i am free and you are trapped&lt;br /&gt;i have to be who i am ment to be&lt;br /&gt;you held me back, but no longer&lt;br /&gt;to fall in the path of destuction or be the one destroying&lt;br /&gt;it comes down to that simple fact&lt;br /&gt;that i can rise above and you can not&lt;br /&gt;you are stuck where you are&lt;br /&gt;i can shake the ground where you walk and you can watch me as i go&lt;br /&gt;i break all the molds when it comes to people like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-9003484715118768018?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9003484715118768018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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that's not how i live&lt;br /&gt;and i will never live like that&lt;br /&gt;i know better, i have a better heart&lt;br /&gt;funny how you want heart means everything&lt;br /&gt;as a tattoo, when it is what you lack most&lt;br /&gt;just funny to me how you can think so highly of yourself&lt;br /&gt;when i find you to be a piece of shit i wouldn't even bother to notice &lt;br /&gt;bad enough to be noticable so i can avoid stepping in it&lt;br /&gt;definitely the kind you walk around&lt;br /&gt;that bad. yeah that's you&lt;br /&gt;i think karma is what is hitting you&lt;br /&gt;for having no one supposedly love you&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because you're pathetic and desperate and a cheap whore&lt;br /&gt;i don't spend my weekends having sleepover with guys and giving them alcohol just so they will pay me attention.  i don't try to get with guys in a serious relationship either and i don't want friends that pathetic either&lt;br /&gt;you really mean nothing to me. besides the fact that you are embarassing to be seen with i mean ya can't get much worse if you tried&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt at first that you'd rather lie and hang out with guys that will never like you instead of me...on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;but i don't anymore. i'm glad you weren't with me because you are nothing to celebrate (with)&lt;br /&gt;you are so low and desperate and i can and will never involve myself with you&lt;br /&gt;so you can keep trying to talk to me and feel bad because you realized how good of a friend i am but it is too late to apologize. you're done and you're never getting another chance. 2011 is for me&lt;br /&gt;have a great fucking year, i hope everything bad bites you in the ass so hard. i hope you are miserable and realize how shitty you are to EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;i will never be like you or be friends with anyone like you&lt;br /&gt;so you go be fifteen and keep trying to act like me&lt;br /&gt;you can never be me, have me or get better than me!&lt;br /&gt;fuck you cunt&lt;div 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just just barely brush the surface and then the floor was ripped from under me&lt;br /&gt;and here i am&lt;br /&gt;i keep waking up throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;i feel miserable again&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding&lt;br /&gt;pounding so hard idk what to do&lt;br /&gt;i need a release&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to try&lt;br /&gt;but i know some things i will try&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i cant live like this&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to be on meds&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when it got this bad&lt;br /&gt;this week, last week? it just needs to go away&lt;br /&gt;i feel it constantly 24/7&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding aching&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;do i not deserve to be happy? is that it?&lt;br /&gt;please let me know becasue i cant do this&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are going crazy&lt;br /&gt;the littliest things make me on the brink of tears&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are making me cry&lt;br /&gt;making me insane&lt;br /&gt;i feel crazy&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am crazy&lt;br /&gt;but arent we all? or is it me&lt;br /&gt;dont i deserve it&lt;br /&gt;just now i can feel the tear ducts starting&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be&lt;br /&gt;im becoming paranoid now&lt;br /&gt;i was never like this&lt;br /&gt;why now&lt;br /&gt;why when i state i am happy does this all crash on me&lt;br /&gt;i just want it to go away&lt;br /&gt;its just a gnawing almost pain now&lt;br /&gt;the back in the throat feeling like you could throw up at any minute&lt;br /&gt;heart racing, always&lt;br /&gt;hard to swallow hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;what is going on with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4113225700478878137?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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deserved a good life&lt;br /&gt;you were such a good person inside and out&lt;br /&gt;why did he choose you to suffer and die&lt;br /&gt;it makes me doubt so many of my beliefs&lt;br /&gt;the saying "only the good die young" is true in your case&lt;br /&gt;if he took you so you would stop suffering&lt;br /&gt;why didn't he just take it all away and let you live&lt;br /&gt;take all the cancers he was going to give you&lt;br /&gt;you made it out once so then he double teams you with another cancer&lt;br /&gt;it just isn't fair and i can't accept that&lt;br /&gt;it isn't right or fair or just or ever explainable&lt;br /&gt;i always believed that everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;but what is the reason for this&lt;br /&gt;yes she is a hero and an inspiration for us all&lt;br /&gt;and she is the strongest person most of us will ever know&lt;br /&gt;but she died&lt;br /&gt;she's dead&lt;br /&gt;she is still a hero but she is dead&lt;br /&gt;she won't know everything we all think and believe&lt;br /&gt;if she can't make it out alive, then is there hope for any of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you rachael o'leary for the rest of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1113251781407556500?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1113251781407556500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1113251781407556500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1113251781407556500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1113251781407556500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-cant-accept-that-youre-gone.html' title='i just can&apos;t accept that you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8372068920361246233</id><published>2010-11-22T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:28:23.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a continuation on death</title><content type='html'>how easily talked about and yet today it is completely different&lt;br /&gt;how can i feel nothing before and everything now&lt;br /&gt;everything, as well as nothing&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;the tears won't stop nothing will&lt;br /&gt;i want to be alone but at the same time i don't&lt;br /&gt;i just can't imagine never seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;last time we talked we were making jokes about wigs&lt;br /&gt;in the hallway at school so no big deal like&lt;br /&gt;and now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do or what to say&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8372068920361246233?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8372068920361246233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8372068920361246233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8372068920361246233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8372068920361246233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/11/continuation-on-death.html' title='a continuation on death'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8653156677368572176</id><published>2010-11-20T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:33:53.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about life</title><content type='html'>i think that is what i am most confused about&lt;br /&gt;life living death dying&lt;br /&gt;have you ever looked in the mirror and just wondered who you are and how you got there&lt;br /&gt;have you even written your name and realize that is your name. that is you. that is who you are. that is your title. does it ever make you wonder or get you thinking that that is who you are... you are your name&lt;br /&gt;how about life&lt;br /&gt;does your name ever make you look back on your life&lt;br /&gt;do you ever just think how you got here&lt;br /&gt;how were you born and why you&lt;br /&gt;say if your mom got with someone else.. would you still have been you?&lt;br /&gt;would you still have been born or would it have been another soul?&lt;br /&gt;what happens to you after and where were you before&lt;br /&gt;how is a soul and personality born&lt;br /&gt;does it die when you do? or does it continue and wait to be born into another body&lt;br /&gt;just think about that and where does it get you&lt;br /&gt;better yet, death&lt;br /&gt;how does it make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i even have a heart anymore&lt;br /&gt;life and death seems to mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;death usually doesnt upset me at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because i havent experienced in my close life&lt;br /&gt;i dont know it just makes me wonder why i dont and cant care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8653156677368572176?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8653156677368572176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8653156677368572176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8653156677368572176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8653156677368572176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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confront when it is the last of our desires&lt;br /&gt;do you ever contemplate that&lt;br /&gt;how we have lived and how we will have to live&lt;br /&gt;there are no excuses for our actions &lt;br /&gt;what can we ever do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5389030315461758268?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5389030315461758268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5389030315461758268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5389030315461758268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5389030315461758268'/><link 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so&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is missing or what is here that i dont want&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel happy as if everything is turning around&lt;br /&gt;as if everything is getting better &lt;br /&gt;and then there is this&lt;br /&gt;how to even describe it&lt;br /&gt;besides dark and lonely&lt;br /&gt;can you even remember the light?&lt;br /&gt;it's a dark abyss and it's been a long time since i've seen the top&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how i got here or how to leave&lt;br /&gt;how can everything change so fast&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need help&lt;br /&gt;but why cant i fix this all myself?&lt;br /&gt;i should be able to if i have known happiness&lt;br /&gt;where am i&lt;br /&gt;where can i go now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think that anyone knows where i am right now&lt;br /&gt;how long have i been here&lt;br /&gt;i see pictures and wonder if the smile is real&lt;br /&gt;can i go back there? can i move forward to a place like that?&lt;br /&gt;i feel abandoned here&lt;br /&gt;everyone left&lt;br /&gt;you are all gone&lt;br /&gt;surrounding me, but gone&lt;br /&gt;does anyone care anymore?&lt;br /&gt;i remember the moments and the feelings&lt;br /&gt;i thought so many things could bring it back&lt;br /&gt;and temporary they can&lt;br /&gt;but it all comes back to this&lt;br /&gt;the dark time&lt;br /&gt;alone and lost&lt;br /&gt;counting minutes&lt;br /&gt;feeling anxious&lt;br /&gt;what am i missing&lt;br /&gt;what do i want to do&lt;br /&gt;i feel so incomplete&lt;br /&gt;or there is a task i need or want to do but i just dont know what it is&lt;br /&gt;who to turn to&lt;br /&gt;everyone stayed in the light&lt;br /&gt;i sunk into the dark&lt;br /&gt;drowning in a sea i cant seem to escape from&lt;br /&gt;is there a trap door someplace? can anyone help me to escape&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the days&lt;br /&gt;can you help me bring them back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-225898107323465531</id><published>2010-09-17T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:42:28.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're still gone, and i'm still here</title><content type='html'>how many times will you make me say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;do you even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;for days, for weeks&lt;br /&gt;just a nap till i am awake&lt;br /&gt;i feel like time is flashing by&lt;br /&gt;i have no time for anything&lt;br /&gt;just school and work&lt;br /&gt;too much work&lt;br /&gt;too much school&lt;br /&gt;i can't find time to think&lt;br /&gt;i can't find time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i choke up&lt;br /&gt;and feel like i might suffocate&lt;br /&gt;it's too crowded&lt;br /&gt;too tight&lt;br /&gt;now enough time&lt;br /&gt;not enough air&lt;br /&gt;it's running out&lt;br /&gt;less less less less none&lt;br /&gt;i have suffocated&lt;br /&gt;i am no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other times i feel like there is too much air&lt;br /&gt;it's the difference between being with or without people&lt;br /&gt;how can i feel so good with others&lt;br /&gt;yet so horrid alone&lt;br /&gt;so lonely and miserable&lt;br /&gt;how can i cure it&lt;br /&gt;can i ever move on&lt;br /&gt;will it ever escape me?&lt;br /&gt;will i ever escape it?&lt;br /&gt;what can i do&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to do, say, or think&lt;br /&gt;it is over&lt;br /&gt;are the dog days are over?&lt;br /&gt;will they ever be over? will they ever begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i would start fresh after this nap&lt;br /&gt;could i be different? could i be whole?&lt;br /&gt;could this anxiety end&lt;br /&gt;could this jealousy end&lt;br /&gt;could these feelings end?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's just too hard&lt;br /&gt;it's tape over the mouth&lt;br /&gt;it's a gag &lt;br /&gt;it's anything it's something it's nothing&lt;br /&gt;you'll always feel this way&lt;br /&gt;you can never escape yourself&lt;br /&gt;don't try&lt;br /&gt;you can't try&lt;br /&gt;you can't win&lt;br /&gt;you can always try, but you can never beat yourself&lt;br /&gt;...or can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-225898107323465531?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/225898107323465531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=225898107323465531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i want to know&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i lost three in one&lt;br /&gt;my ex best friend, a current best friend and a close friend&lt;br /&gt;do you have any regret?&lt;br /&gt;do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;have you thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;you are just like her&lt;br /&gt;her nine months ago&lt;br /&gt;never answering me and saying i went crazy&lt;br /&gt;when really you did&lt;br /&gt;maybe you both&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand &lt;br /&gt;was i that hard to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take my own advice&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's me all along&lt;br /&gt;i don't know &lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts too much to question&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i did&lt;br /&gt;but you won't even answer that&lt;br /&gt;how many can i lose before i change&lt;br /&gt;you let me drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy in your arms... as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the betrayer? who's the killer in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;the one who creeps in corridors and doesn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me or you&lt;br /&gt;you swept me away&lt;br /&gt;just like dirt swept under a rug&lt;br /&gt;something to put away but not take care of&lt;br /&gt;not to deal with&lt;br /&gt;it's almost sad&lt;br /&gt;how can you dispose of me without a hint of question or regret&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt; you are only a thing of the past to me now&lt;br /&gt;to the summer of you&lt;br /&gt;to the fall without you&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope it's better now&lt;br /&gt;truth is it won't be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3638428946970166123?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3638428946970166123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8300385294898147221</id><published>2010-08-26T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:03:07.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take back everything you ever said: you never meant a word of it</title><content type='html'>alright alright slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe even rewind&lt;br /&gt;what happened&lt;br /&gt;where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how someone could be like you&lt;br /&gt;to be best friends one day &lt;br /&gt;to enemies the next, literally&lt;br /&gt;all over you ditching me... hmm&lt;br /&gt;it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not the only one who doesn't understand it&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;and yet it all went away&lt;br /&gt;you cost me three friendships&lt;br /&gt;i've tried for nine months to get her back&lt;br /&gt;and i finally do&lt;br /&gt;and even though things were different&lt;br /&gt;i'd hoped me and her could be strong again&lt;br /&gt;and because of nothing you kill it&lt;br /&gt;you ruined it&lt;br /&gt;i blame you, i always will&lt;br /&gt;sure i can forgive you for this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;but i don't ever see you asking for that&lt;br /&gt;how can you be so rude and cold hearted after hating other people for doing what you ended up doing&lt;br /&gt;i could get mean&lt;br /&gt;but what is the point&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want a friend like that&lt;br /&gt;who can snap so fast over nothing and just hate me&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that&lt;br /&gt;and you call me the crazy one, no, that's you&lt;br /&gt;that's the both of you&lt;br /&gt;you two have each other and that's it&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;we always pass with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;and fall is coming, so i understand&lt;br /&gt;that's all you do&lt;br /&gt;i'm just the disposable friend&lt;br /&gt;NBD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8300385294898147221?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8300385294898147221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8300385294898147221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8300385294898147221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8300385294898147221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-back-everything-you-ever-said-you.html' title='take back everything you ever said: you never meant a word of it'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1416540869044677674</id><published>2010-07-20T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:04:38.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was a heavy heart to carry</title><content type='html'>but was i really that heavy?&lt;br /&gt;am i just in general?&lt;br /&gt;two to let go&lt;br /&gt;is it the same reason?&lt;br /&gt;you said good bye &lt;br /&gt;you let me go&lt;br /&gt;and i am okay&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how much i care&lt;br /&gt;right now, i don't think much&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i can't believe it kinda was you&lt;br /&gt;i mean i did enough to cut ties, but never did officially&lt;br /&gt;but you did, you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october is what really hurts&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you would answer if i wrote you a letter&lt;br /&gt;what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;hearing what you said makes me feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;yet killed my hope&lt;br /&gt;i always had hope, i could never let that go&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i have to give up&lt;br /&gt;you clearly don't care&lt;br /&gt;and that still hurts too much to accept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1416540869044677674?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1416540869044677674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1416540869044677674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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found&lt;br /&gt;there are too many locks, and not enough keys&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want&lt;br /&gt;or how to feel&lt;br /&gt;i guess i feel everything, but it doesn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;i feel no interest in anything&lt;br /&gt;maybe therapy would help&lt;br /&gt;but i can write it out better&lt;br /&gt;writing is my therapy, but right now it is not enough&lt;br /&gt;i still feel so lost or trapped&lt;br /&gt;i don't find interest in anything&lt;br /&gt;all i care to do is sleep&lt;br /&gt;i don't have enough energy for anything&lt;br /&gt;i can barely get happy or excited over anything&lt;br /&gt;i know i am wasting my life away&lt;br /&gt;but i am kind of just waiting for a change or the end&lt;br /&gt;well, not really the end just a change&lt;br /&gt;but i feel hopeless that a change will occur&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to do it myself&lt;br /&gt;make myself happy and give myself a change&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't have enough energy or really care to do such action&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7564514197458099244?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7564514197458099244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7564514197458099244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7564514197458099244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7564514197458099244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-at-sea.html' title='lost at sea'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5016204753779384739</id><published>2010-07-02T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:50:44.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hills continue up and down</title><content type='html'>just a metaphor for life&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to go from high to low&lt;br /&gt;happy to sad&lt;br /&gt;friends to not&lt;br /&gt;just one action&lt;br /&gt;one word&lt;br /&gt;why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;it's a battle to stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;and usually it's just enough to breath&lt;br /&gt;some water if still swallowed&lt;br /&gt;but still, i guess afloat&lt;br /&gt;what will make this all go away?&lt;br /&gt;make this change&lt;br /&gt;i need a life vest or a boat&lt;br /&gt;just to get above water&lt;br /&gt;some help&lt;br /&gt;the option is there&lt;br /&gt;that used to make everything better&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just test it out&lt;br /&gt;to see if it still helps&lt;br /&gt;or if it's just there&lt;br /&gt;what to do&lt;br /&gt;what to think&lt;br /&gt;what to feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5016204753779384739?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5016204753779384739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5016204753779384739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5016204753779384739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you were still here&lt;br /&gt;but i have a whole week alone&lt;br /&gt;to sit in my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry&lt;br /&gt;and cry and cry&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know at all&lt;br /&gt;i never knew a friendship could mean so little&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i did&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesnt seem that way&lt;br /&gt;i just, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;or what to do&lt;br /&gt;youre so on and off&lt;br /&gt;and when youre off, i just dont want to ever talk to you again&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be done for good sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and im not sure if i mean with you or just in general&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding&lt;br /&gt;just make it go away&lt;br /&gt;just help me&lt;br /&gt;please god, make this go away&lt;br /&gt;please god, just help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1758496094541056541?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1758496094541056541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1758496094541056541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1758496094541056541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1758496094541056541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-its-all-downhill-from-here.html' title='and it&apos;s all downhill from here'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3094740127732654477</id><published>2010-06-20T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:03:31.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if only there were words for how much this hurts</title><content type='html'>i can still remember everything about you&lt;br /&gt;i miss it all&lt;br /&gt;it just, it hurts. i can feel it deep down&lt;br /&gt;worse than gut wrenching&lt;br /&gt;i just, i never thought it would be like this&lt;br /&gt;we planned to get an apartment together&lt;br /&gt;and travel in a big bus/van around the country&lt;br /&gt;now who do i have for that&lt;br /&gt;i was going to stay home for a year just for you&lt;br /&gt;do you feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;do you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;i think i hope you do&lt;br /&gt;but if you did you wouldnt of done what you did&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't of left me&lt;br /&gt;but you did&lt;br /&gt;you left me&lt;br /&gt;you left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget&lt;br /&gt;i can't get over it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel fine about it&lt;br /&gt;but then i think about it&lt;br /&gt;and then it's all that i can think about&lt;br /&gt;you're always in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;i just think what we would be doing today&lt;br /&gt;i just, i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;what was so bad that you had to leave without a good bye&lt;br /&gt;i just, i miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;never ever ever and i never want to&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted to&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do have a wall up, maybe you built it yourself&lt;br /&gt;but what was so bad that you had to leave&lt;br /&gt;i remember the last text you actually responded to&lt;br /&gt;where we said we missed each other&lt;br /&gt;and i told you to do something about it if you missed me&lt;br /&gt;is that what made you leave?&lt;br /&gt;were you over me, sick of me?&lt;br /&gt;or did you leave because you knew we couldn't go never seeing each other&lt;br /&gt;and how you were banned from seeing me&lt;br /&gt;is that it?&lt;br /&gt;it can't be. you wouldn't give up&lt;br /&gt;you'd still text me&lt;br /&gt;so it must of been me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;if only i could take it all back, i would&lt;br /&gt;i have never had a best friend like you&lt;br /&gt;you were my one and only&lt;br /&gt;and you left&lt;br /&gt;and now i am alone&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i always will be&lt;br /&gt;you asked about me before&lt;br /&gt;do you care? why did you delete me&lt;br /&gt;why wouldn't you answer my texts&lt;br /&gt;it's the only thing i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;didn't i deserve just a why?&lt;br /&gt;just a reason why&lt;br /&gt;don't i deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;i would never of done that to you&lt;br /&gt;i never would of left you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't think i did&lt;br /&gt;i want the best for you&lt;br /&gt;but i just want me in that picture&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much to think i wasn't in your picture&lt;br /&gt;what did i do&lt;br /&gt;i will always ask that&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i signed up for tennis was to see you&lt;br /&gt;to maybe be friends again&lt;br /&gt;as pathetic as that is&lt;br /&gt;i just, i love you too much&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;i just wish it would stop hurting&lt;br /&gt;i wish someone understood how bad this hurt&lt;br /&gt;she took you&lt;br /&gt;you just replaced me with the same name&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back&lt;br /&gt;what i would give to talk to you again&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i always will be&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss hanging out&lt;br /&gt;i had the best times with you&lt;br /&gt;i saved that letter where you wrote down our best memories&lt;br /&gt;i still have pictures of us on my wall&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been the same since you left&lt;br /&gt;or at least, when i realized you left&lt;br /&gt;after you ignored my texts&lt;br /&gt;i've been miserable&lt;br /&gt;i really have&lt;br /&gt;and i think it is because you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been this depressed in years&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could read this&lt;br /&gt;but would it change anything in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it her birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3094740127732654477?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3094740127732654477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3094740127732654477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happening again&lt;br /&gt;but i'm starting to realize this really needs to ends&lt;br /&gt;i can't, you can't, we can't do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;it just adds up to be too much&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go through this again&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fight, i don't want to question which fight will be the last&lt;br /&gt;we either are, or we aren't&lt;br /&gt;we can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;where i check my phone every minute waiting for the text to fix it&lt;br /&gt;there should be nothing to fix&lt;br /&gt;and i pick up my phone to fix it, but then don't&lt;br /&gt;not if i have nothing to be sorry for&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to fix some things to make it work&lt;br /&gt;but it's not just me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all i can think is how i deserve better&lt;br /&gt;and i know you will turn this around to always play the victim&lt;br /&gt;and it needs to stop&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying you're always this or always that&lt;br /&gt;it's not funny, it's just rude and heartless&lt;br /&gt;if that's how you really think, then we really shouldn't be friends&lt;br /&gt;but what i have done and put up with&lt;br /&gt;even if it isn't much, it's more than i deal with from anyone else&lt;br /&gt;the things i joke about and you turn them around on me&lt;br /&gt;like no, it's just not cool and i'm done with that&lt;br /&gt;sorry if it seems like i always hate you&lt;br /&gt;but one mistake is a goner to me. i can't change that&lt;br /&gt;you're not gone, but i can't be how i was with you&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to describe it&lt;br /&gt;but what you did really sucked for me,&lt;br /&gt;i really thought of you as my best friend then&lt;br /&gt;and then, gone&lt;br /&gt;i would never of expected that from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if we will stay friends&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how i feel about that&lt;br /&gt;i just, what even are we now&lt;br /&gt;we are nothing really good&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can't really talk to you about anything because you act like you're twelve, and the stuff i would tell you isn't what a twelve year old could handle&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you don't act like that and i come so close but i just&lt;br /&gt;i just think of the day how you just ditched me and just left me&lt;br /&gt;and it's stupid but that's all i think about, what will happen again&lt;br /&gt;it's the only grudge i hold&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can change it or if you can either&lt;br /&gt;i just, even if it doesnt seem it, and i'm sure it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;i put so much energy into being friends that i feel like it's pointless now&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing positive out of it i guess&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm sick of everything about you. and other times i just miss you&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to balance it any better&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel very comfortable with you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you wouldnt stop always playing the victim because youre not. you fuck up too and youre an asshole too. just admit to it instead of turning it on me. im not always an asshole and if you think that, then dont bother. i dont hate you and i have never said youre always be a dbag and making mistakes, you exagerate everything to try and make me feel bad and make you the innocent one, and it's not happening. and i hate how you do the okay or good thing when you dont want to talk something out. sorry, but thats now i work. i dont do that shit, if you have something to say and we can work it out. i wouldnt get so pissed if you just talked stuff out instead of avoiding it. clearly you can tell i dont avoid confrontations and im not going to be friends with someone if that is all they do. things will only get worse&lt;br /&gt;its sad how some days we  can be so good&lt;br /&gt;and then it goes to this&lt;br /&gt;what really does it help&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to stop being an asshole, but its just easier that way&lt;br /&gt;but its no excuse. if i was you i wouldnt put up with it. sometimes its just joking but i know i push it. i dont think i used to be like this to you. i dont know. maybe im testing how much you will put up with or how far i can push you. maybe i just dont want to be in the position i was ever again&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i just dont know&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i dont want it to continue like this&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, how you were&lt;br /&gt;im sure you can say the same&lt;br /&gt;last night, it just honestly hurt. how you said that with no remorse like that is how you actually think of me. i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where we will go&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i picture us being bffs and you visiting me at college&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i just think we will fade out&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you truly want or how you feel&lt;br /&gt;but if you want to go anywhere i need to know what you think&lt;br /&gt;to talk it over. im not just going to move on past this&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i have said that before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1109512010360939207?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1109512010360939207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1109512010360939207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1109512010360939207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1109512010360939207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-cant-do-this-anymore.html' title='i just can&apos;t do this anymore'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1190288656183297006</id><published>2010-05-27T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:54:54.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how could you be so heartless?</title><content type='html'>i guess that is my only question&lt;br /&gt;i can not even begin to wrap my head around your actions and feelings&lt;br /&gt;i pray i don't end up like you&lt;br /&gt;i think i would hate myself too much to be a parent like you&lt;br /&gt;you are just a insensitive jerk&lt;br /&gt;like honestly&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;angry, hurt, betrayed&lt;br /&gt;what will i do without her here&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine it&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much to think of&lt;br /&gt;and i only have the weekend left with her...&lt;br /&gt;just another thing i don't think i will ever forgive you for&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if i have an ounce of love left in me for you&lt;br /&gt;with how hard that was to type, i really don't think so&lt;br /&gt;and it's stupid how bad that hurts me&lt;br /&gt;when it isn't even my fault&lt;br /&gt;i'm only the child here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1190288656183297006?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1190288656183297006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1190288656183297006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you've always felt&lt;br /&gt;it comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's just the passing of time&lt;br /&gt;it never really fades&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's just tucked away for later&lt;br /&gt;it's building up inside,&lt;br /&gt;you just don't know it is&lt;br /&gt;it's always an eruption when it comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to describe any of this anymore&lt;br /&gt;there are words i think&lt;br /&gt;i just can never seem to find them&lt;br /&gt;the wants and cravings&lt;br /&gt;the needs and addictions&lt;br /&gt;to what? to whom?&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is the question&lt;br /&gt;or why even to question this to begin with is the real question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-9193720235025874185?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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that?&lt;br /&gt;it's losing all control&lt;br /&gt;it's the face of you without a soul&lt;br /&gt;you are empty&lt;br /&gt;always, walking empty&lt;br /&gt;a shell of yourself&lt;br /&gt;you know, i know, we know&lt;br /&gt;you will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;you will never outrun it&lt;br /&gt;you can't even get a step ahead of it&lt;br /&gt;the foot can raise, but you'll only tumble down in the end&lt;br /&gt;don't try anymore&lt;br /&gt;let it take you&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;you'll be better in the end&lt;br /&gt;you'll be free&lt;br /&gt;that's it, just let go&lt;br /&gt;let go let go let go let go&lt;br /&gt;but you never will, you'll always fight won't you?&lt;br /&gt;in that case, i'll say good bye for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3684653401623789790?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-4239045200641688915</id><published>2010-05-08T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:38:39.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw"</title><content type='html'>i think i turn to writing when i don't know what else to do&lt;br /&gt;i have words to say, but no one to say them to&lt;br /&gt;or i have words to say to someone&lt;br /&gt;but i just can not tell them&lt;br /&gt;vulnerablity? no thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i understand my mind&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand my thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;i try to, but never can&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel the way i do&lt;br /&gt;is that really how i am feeling?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it scares me&lt;br /&gt;the dark, twisted, or creepy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;innapropriate, illegal, confusing&lt;br /&gt;the changes i would make&lt;br /&gt;the places we would go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it never matters&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't change&lt;br /&gt;pretty sad when i want to enter myself into a loony bin&lt;br /&gt;into treatment, but maybe it's good i understand i need help&lt;br /&gt;not that it matters&lt;br /&gt;not that i'll say anything or anyone will notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide how i feel on you&lt;br /&gt;and i feel quite pathetic that i am contemplating how i feel about you&lt;br /&gt;if i want to be friends with you or not&lt;br /&gt;the jealousy complicates it&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i don't feel as strongly towards you as you do to me&lt;br /&gt;not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i seem to be saying lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;had so much to say&lt;br /&gt;that your mouth closed up tight&lt;br /&gt;struggling to harness&lt;br /&gt;the nuclear force&lt;br /&gt;coalescing within your words?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4239045200641688915?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4239045200641688915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=4239045200641688915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4239045200641688915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4239045200641688915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2010/05/empty-and-closed-hovering-in-some.html' title='&quot;empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw&quot;'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8015908872136397564</id><published>2010-04-24T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:00:56.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we are nowhere, and it's now</title><content type='html'>when did it get this bad?&lt;br /&gt;i know it has been bad&lt;br /&gt;but this what an avalanche&lt;br /&gt;it all came falling down&lt;br /&gt;the snow came down&lt;br /&gt;and buried us all inside&lt;br /&gt;i can't even tell how i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;are there even words&lt;br /&gt;the waterfalls can't stop&lt;br /&gt;won't stop&lt;br /&gt;a memory as a switch&lt;br /&gt;as soon as you think of it&lt;br /&gt;the on switch is turned&lt;br /&gt;and it all begins again&lt;br /&gt;maybe only a drop&lt;br /&gt;or a burst or a squirt&lt;br /&gt;but it's enough&lt;br /&gt;enough to know i'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;i don't where i am&lt;br /&gt;or where i'm going&lt;br /&gt;but it has to be fast&lt;br /&gt;and it has to be out of here&lt;br /&gt;what will happen next&lt;br /&gt;time will tell?&lt;br /&gt;the drugs will tell&lt;br /&gt;it's a joke&lt;br /&gt;it will never change&lt;br /&gt;change requires some form of care&lt;br /&gt;how could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8015908872136397564?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8015908872136397564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-286766235122761249</id><published>2010-04-08T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:11:30.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you put my head in such a flurry</title><content type='html'>the way you can twist your words to me this&lt;br /&gt;or that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long has it been? it feels like years&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it felt like this&lt;br /&gt;the hollow feeling&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't gone away&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're when this all started&lt;br /&gt;well i shouldn't say you&lt;br /&gt;i should say you walking away&lt;br /&gt;not even a good bye in tow&lt;br /&gt;how long did it take you to make up your mind?&lt;br /&gt;did you even need time to heal?&lt;br /&gt;a few days?&lt;br /&gt;no probably a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;and yet here i am&lt;br /&gt;months later&lt;br /&gt;still not over it&lt;br /&gt;haven't even made a step towards 'recovery'&lt;br /&gt;what a joke&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;it never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time of empty&lt;br /&gt;when this phase becomes whole&lt;br /&gt;a cycle rerun over and over&lt;br /&gt;like the bad reruns &lt;br /&gt;no viewers&lt;br /&gt;only the ones suffering inside&lt;br /&gt;it's the changing of seasons&lt;br /&gt;into spring&lt;br /&gt;but really winter&lt;br /&gt;hibernation&lt;br /&gt;it's all it is&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter how you word it&lt;br /&gt;it all feels the same in the end&lt;br /&gt;you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;is it the same?&lt;br /&gt;i think i gave it more time&lt;br /&gt;and i'm always on the rebound&lt;br /&gt;you already found a rebound&lt;br /&gt;no, better than that&lt;br /&gt;a replacement&lt;br /&gt;the look&lt;br /&gt;the feeling&lt;br /&gt;would you even understand?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not&lt;br /&gt;the ones who really suffer&lt;br /&gt;are probably the ones most deserving&lt;br /&gt;in that case you deserve some too&lt;br /&gt;i can't take all the credit...&lt;br /&gt;although you can't either&lt;br /&gt;but you asked&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;but won't ask to me&lt;br /&gt;does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;apparently not&lt;br /&gt;i don't think our paths will ever cross again&lt;br /&gt;and that hurts too much to really even think about&lt;br /&gt;i would just call this a break&lt;br /&gt;but you called it for us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-286766235122761249?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/286766235122761249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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didn't even feel you go</title><content type='html'>did you leave so fast or so slow?&lt;br /&gt;was it a blur or subtle&lt;br /&gt;i dont't know the day or the moment you left&lt;br /&gt;but i know now&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;well i just don't feel you at all&lt;br /&gt;to see you with the other&lt;br /&gt;you completely replaced me&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;it feels empty without you&lt;br /&gt;but i never show you that&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what hurts more&lt;br /&gt;the fact you're gone&lt;br /&gt;or the fast you replaced me without a second thought&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i feel that&lt;br /&gt;i feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;the lack of filled space&lt;br /&gt;where did you go when you're right there&lt;br /&gt;just not in my life&lt;br /&gt;an explaination is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;but would that really help?&lt;br /&gt;or make it worse&lt;br /&gt;would the hurt boil over&lt;br /&gt;or would it calm it all&lt;br /&gt;just to know&lt;br /&gt;just to know&lt;br /&gt;you left without reason or a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just sorry for you&lt;br /&gt;it's anger&lt;br /&gt;it's confusion&lt;br /&gt;but what is the strongest?&lt;br /&gt;that i don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3849450491987981137?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3849450491987981137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3849450491987981137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3849450491987981137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt you now?&lt;br /&gt;how can i not stand you?&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't stand to be without you?&lt;br /&gt;when did the lines blur&lt;br /&gt;when did they fade?&lt;br /&gt;you ask why&lt;br /&gt;i ask how&lt;br /&gt;how can you not feel&lt;br /&gt;do you care&lt;br /&gt;do you ask the same questions?&lt;br /&gt;but do i really care&lt;br /&gt;or is it all just excuses to use you&lt;br /&gt;this is the question i can not answer&lt;br /&gt;but trust me i've tried&lt;br /&gt;how can you compare&lt;br /&gt;how can you truly answer this&lt;br /&gt;it's the pull&lt;br /&gt;it's the battle of life&lt;br /&gt;what side wins?&lt;br /&gt;can you say love always wins&lt;br /&gt;no you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it even ever win?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-920724179455520953?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1261802202575370014</id><published>2010-01-21T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:12:27.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the talk of death</title><content type='html'>what does it all really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you of died and yet i dont think i care&lt;br /&gt;am i heartless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1261802202575370014?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1261802202575370014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1261802202575370014' 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hardest thing i've ever had to do&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine what you'll say or how you'll react&lt;br /&gt;i dont want pity or for you to treat me different&lt;br /&gt;i just want someone to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;it was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts&lt;br /&gt;i'm still scared&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts to be touched\&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even a hug&lt;br /&gt;the pet names scare me even worse&lt;br /&gt;especially from family&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why it's so hard to tell anyone i love them&lt;br /&gt;especially family&lt;br /&gt;but why?&lt;br /&gt;he was a family friend&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats why im so bordered up and afraid&lt;br /&gt;to feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;emotionally&lt;br /&gt;physcially&lt;br /&gt;i must of been like five&lt;br /&gt;its slipping even further into my mind as i age&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this&lt;br /&gt;i cant let it make me hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be free&lt;br /&gt;safe&lt;br /&gt;and happy&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i havent told you&lt;br /&gt;but maybe you can understand&lt;br /&gt;how hard this is&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that ive let it affect our friendship&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;i cant even talk to guys im so afraid&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-9067137647080251257?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9067137647080251257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=9067137647080251257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/9067137647080251257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in ropes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's another year&lt;br /&gt;but what does it ever change?&lt;br /&gt;some freedom&lt;br /&gt;some f/laws&lt;br /&gt;but you're still the same&lt;br /&gt;you lost it then&lt;br /&gt;you won't gain it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these times past&lt;br /&gt;the year comes to a close&lt;br /&gt;was it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;was everything you did worth it?&lt;br /&gt;do you feel proud? do you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;who did you hurt on the journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; &lt;br /&gt;it was a hard line to walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know this is for you, an open letter of sorts&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could give you this pain&lt;br /&gt;only for you to know&lt;br /&gt;not for a death wish&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;it's desperation&lt;br /&gt;you can't escape, yet it's all you want&lt;br /&gt;all you need&lt;br /&gt;it's the fact i want you back&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want you around&lt;br /&gt;it's the pushing forces&lt;br /&gt;that don't even matter&lt;br /&gt;because you don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;the fact you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;it burns&lt;br /&gt;it's the feeling of not being enough&lt;br /&gt;half full&lt;br /&gt;tipped over&lt;br /&gt;broken&lt;br /&gt;you chose your words&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to choose more wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't show it&lt;br /&gt;you won't show it&lt;br /&gt;that's just me&lt;br /&gt;i can't look&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you just have to see her&lt;br /&gt;to know that she'll break you in two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this goodbye forever? or for now?&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to bear that question&lt;br /&gt;to think, to know&lt;br /&gt;do you ever feel anymore?&lt;br /&gt;you've hardened so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an open apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i want you to know that i'm both happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still trying to figure out how that can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's these moods that kill me&lt;br /&gt;the ups vs the downs&lt;br /&gt;which one comes out ahead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8499498548380326337?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8499498548380326337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8499498548380326337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8499498548380326337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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still a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;ticking&lt;br /&gt;tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel about you&lt;br /&gt;how can it be explained?&lt;br /&gt;it changes by second&lt;br /&gt;when i want you&lt;br /&gt;when i can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;when i just wish it was never us&lt;br /&gt;when i wish it was only us&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a push and pull&lt;br /&gt;which side is winning?&lt;br /&gt;can you ever tell, because i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a tension of opposites&lt;br /&gt;no side is winning&lt;br /&gt;it's balancing on the tip of a pin&lt;br /&gt;it must lean to one side eventually&lt;br /&gt;it comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;are you top or on bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you speak&lt;br /&gt;the way you act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk&lt;br /&gt;the memories&lt;br /&gt;the images&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i can't do it&lt;br /&gt;i can't deal&lt;br /&gt;what is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;what can you ever do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you say to this?&lt;br /&gt;would you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;or come on over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which i'd want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the pain surfacing and lowering&lt;br /&gt;it's the moments of memories&lt;br /&gt;and the moments or forgetting&lt;br /&gt;of escaping&lt;br /&gt;even for a minute&lt;br /&gt;just not to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;just to not remember&lt;br /&gt;even for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this hurt so bad?&lt;br /&gt;i never meant for this&lt;br /&gt;self help can't work&lt;br /&gt;it isn't, it hasn't&lt;br /&gt;what is next?&lt;br /&gt;who can never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who was&lt;br /&gt;the one who should be&lt;br /&gt;the one who never is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i can't control it&lt;br /&gt;i try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;but i can't win&lt;br /&gt;you can't win&lt;br /&gt;you surface it&lt;br /&gt;everything makes it rise&lt;br /&gt;it surfaces and boils over&lt;br /&gt;it erupts&lt;br /&gt;what erupts?&lt;br /&gt;the truth&lt;br /&gt;the truth must come out&lt;br /&gt;will it help?&lt;br /&gt;please stop the memories&lt;br /&gt;the pain&lt;br /&gt;the fear&lt;br /&gt;the absolute stillness of horrified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;i think i know&lt;br /&gt;but it's not a place i wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's deffinitely the path less traveled by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4644151895898766278?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4644151895898766278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=4644151895898766278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4644151895898766278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4644151895898766278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-day-passed-just-day-in-eye-of-storm.html' title='but the day passed, just a day in the eye of the storm'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5594436760799282487</id><published>2009-11-06T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:46:29.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then the day came</title><content type='html'>when things hit the roof&lt;br /&gt;they burst through the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;and into outer space&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't good&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't bad&lt;br /&gt;it was chaos&lt;br /&gt;it was misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;where can we go?&lt;br /&gt;can we go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;a grief stricken panic&lt;br /&gt;a fury&lt;br /&gt;a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can only look up when you've hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;when you've been under the rock&lt;br /&gt;but what brings you up?&lt;br /&gt;do you sacriface your pride and emotions?&lt;br /&gt;what if you have to to move on?&lt;br /&gt;then what? what do you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the answers and knowledge&lt;br /&gt;but i did it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5594436760799282487?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5594436760799282487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5594436760799282487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5594436760799282487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5594436760799282487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-then-day-came.html' title='and then the day came'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-7717451098081517025</id><published>2009-10-16T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:27:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a series of ups and downs</title><content type='html'>the downs usually overtake the ups but there is still always both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a tale of happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;i am both&lt;br /&gt;always both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can only look up, or things can only look down&lt;br /&gt;it's life in neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me is so happy&lt;br /&gt;this is all new to me&lt;br /&gt;i love how it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can replace it with he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this how it feels to finally open up?&lt;br /&gt;to tear down the wall and finally let vulnerability fall in&lt;br /&gt;to give yourself and your heart away&lt;br /&gt;to get your ideas and emotions&lt;br /&gt;it's all new&lt;br /&gt;it's taking the cage away from a monster&lt;br /&gt;an open book&lt;br /&gt;spilling with truths&lt;br /&gt;only truths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7717451098081517025?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7717451098081517025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7717451098081517025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7717451098081517025'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;a made up tale of happiness&lt;br /&gt;one day can change everything&lt;br /&gt;one day can change it all back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do&lt;br /&gt;it's all in someone's hand&lt;br /&gt;i say theirs&lt;br /&gt;maybe they say mine&lt;br /&gt;what is it now&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i wish i did&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could understand&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could accept&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just athetic&lt;br /&gt;it all is&lt;br /&gt;whatever just learn to accept what your heart says&lt;br /&gt;follow your heart?&lt;br /&gt;or follow your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;so far they have won out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does it go&lt;br /&gt;was it ever going anywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1176118366657044999?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1176118366657044999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1176118366657044999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1176118366657044999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1176118366657044999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-what-it-feels-like.html' title='is this what it feels like?'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8055083498610067436</id><published>2009-09-18T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:45:07.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and now it's just the death of us all</title><content type='html'>when words aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;when actions aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;when only changing the past is enough&lt;br /&gt;what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is enough&lt;br /&gt;nothing you do&lt;br /&gt;nothing you say&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you pray&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many tears you shed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happens to others&lt;br /&gt;but never to you&lt;br /&gt;never to your friends&lt;br /&gt;we don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;God loves us, he would never do it&lt;br /&gt;but he did.... why?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't right and it isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guilt can eat at you like maggots&lt;br /&gt;your body is decaying yet you're still intact&lt;br /&gt;nothing is in focus, you can't concentrate&lt;br /&gt;yet it's not even to you&lt;br /&gt;how do they feel?&lt;br /&gt;you can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;you can't believe&lt;br /&gt;you can't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ground is where they will forever lay&lt;br /&gt;no longer to be around&lt;br /&gt;what can you say to help?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;nothing changes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the guilt&lt;br /&gt;it's the pain&lt;br /&gt;it's the saddness&lt;br /&gt;it's the confusion&lt;br /&gt;it's the frustration&lt;br /&gt;it's the want to help with no way possible to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time goes on&lt;br /&gt;but how can you move on?&lt;br /&gt;the pain must be unbearable&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;i can not understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to sympathize&lt;br /&gt;yet you can't&lt;br /&gt;can't do or say anything right&lt;br /&gt;everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will you return?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i love&lt;br /&gt;i am always here for you&lt;br /&gt;my prayers are with you&lt;br /&gt;may God bless you and your family&lt;br /&gt;may He get you through it strong and come out okay&lt;br /&gt;may He help you and surround you with love&lt;br /&gt;as if His love isn't enough, you have ours&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know what you have till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;may this be a lesson to not have to wait until it gets that far&lt;br /&gt;she has lost so may it wake us all up&lt;br /&gt;may it make us love and forgive all&lt;br /&gt;open our hearts and our spirits&lt;br /&gt;God is here, God is listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the realization is hard&lt;br /&gt;the accepting is almost impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when does rigor mortis come in?&lt;br /&gt;how long does it take before we can no longer move&lt;br /&gt;it must be coming quickly&lt;br /&gt;it's already hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bodies are setting in place&lt;br /&gt;frozen in time, pain, and unconditional love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8055083498610067436?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8055083498610067436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8055083498610067436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8055083498610067436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8055083498610067436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-now-its-just-death-of-us-all.html' title='and now it&apos;s just the death of us all'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6045146206885901452</id><published>2009-08-26T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:18:57.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our great escape?</title><content type='html'>it's just a series of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever be too bad for too long&lt;br /&gt;or too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like there is everything yet nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;so what do you say then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3842015656408279560</id><published>2009-07-16T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:12:44.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>downfall of us all</title><content type='html'>there is always a point of no return&lt;br /&gt;there is always a point of return&lt;br /&gt;so when is the line crossed?&lt;br /&gt;who is to be the judge?&lt;br /&gt;the line, or the one crossing the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just a game of "if only"&lt;br /&gt;can't win but you can always lose&lt;br /&gt;you will lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say love always wins&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't seen that&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just don't realize it&lt;br /&gt;love wins, but we never do&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is the tension of opposites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not quite sure how to put any of this&lt;br /&gt;it's too hard to talk about or think about&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i can just write about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the tension of opposites?&lt;br /&gt;did they push yet pull you?&lt;br /&gt;i guess the pull side won,&lt;br /&gt;pulled you away from me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure others understand&lt;br /&gt;but i just wish they would tell me they did&lt;br /&gt;tell me i am handling it well,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm doing well&lt;br /&gt;and how are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;it would be a lie to say i don't care&lt;br /&gt;and maybe one to say i do as well&lt;br /&gt;it's a tension of opposites in the end&lt;br /&gt;it's always good to know your options&lt;br /&gt;even if the options aren't good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can relate now&lt;br /&gt;"But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. &lt;br /&gt;They weren't guaranteed or promised. &lt;br /&gt;You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3842015656408279560?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3842015656408279560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3842015656408279560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3842015656408279560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3842015656408279560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/07/downfall-of-us-all.html' title='downfall of us all'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-9095194197148954723</id><published>2009-07-01T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:32:23.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't stop it, why fight it?</title><content type='html'>life goes on, time will always pass&lt;br /&gt;you can't change what has happened&lt;br /&gt;why would you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is why bother?&lt;br /&gt;what can you do when there is nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on&lt;br /&gt;the world is spinning&lt;br /&gt;time is passing&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like i'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is something to do&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know what that is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-9095194197148954723?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9095194197148954723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=9095194197148954723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/9095194197148954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/9095194197148954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-stop-it-why-fight-it.html' title='you can&apos;t stop it, why fight it?'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1691862216597187658</id><published>2009-02-16T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:38:57.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>by the way</title><content type='html'>i'm soooooo glad my anxiety is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1691862216597187658?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1691862216597187658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1691862216597187658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1691862216597187658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1691862216597187658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-way.html' title='by the way'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6776610135826802292</id><published>2009-02-16T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:37:43.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>criss cross... applesauce</title><content type='html'>there some things i'd love to say&lt;br /&gt;but we all know i won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;i don't think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just alone now i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i'm sad...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm okay with that for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm finally ready to change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell&lt;br /&gt;i really so not know a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6776610135826802292?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6776610135826802292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6776610135826802292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6776610135826802292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6776610135826802292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2009/02/criss-cross-applesauce.html' title='criss cross... applesauce'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8629029843668345648</id><published>2009-01-24T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:03:53.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is there to say or do? everything?</title><content type='html'>it's one of those times when all i think there is left to do is write&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what is going on and i'm not sure if it's good or bad&lt;br /&gt;change is growth but what kind of growth is it ever?&lt;br /&gt;is it growth for the good and to help or does it just bring you farther down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;optism sometimes is hard right now&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just the season&lt;br /&gt;but i just think it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure when this all started... or maybe i do&lt;br /&gt;did it happen overnight? or was it a slow process?&lt;br /&gt;do i care or not?&lt;br /&gt;i must not care enough to do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was around that time&lt;br /&gt;the books became my life&lt;br /&gt;it changed my look on life&lt;br /&gt;that movie... those movies&lt;br /&gt;that person... those people&lt;br /&gt;it's all relates back to myself&lt;br /&gt;it's all and only me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i believe that? will i believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like being disconnected&lt;br /&gt;from them... from the world&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just blurry&lt;br /&gt;is this just a bad connection?&lt;br /&gt;do i have bad service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you hear me now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i don't think i'm saying "good" after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to change things in my life to go back&lt;br /&gt;or do i want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;so i don't... and so i haven't thought about how i feel&lt;br /&gt;how it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm living a life of pure dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;is any of it real? is anything real anyways?&lt;br /&gt;color is only rays of white uncovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do things just need to be uncovered?&lt;br /&gt;i've drifted from everyone&lt;br /&gt;and to some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i have thought about this all&lt;br /&gt;and just am denying it to myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe i won't admit it... can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am just alone&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm meant to live in fantasies instead of reality&lt;br /&gt;how messed up am i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8629029843668345648?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8629029843668345648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8629029843668345648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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[Morrie] says.&lt;br /&gt;The tension of opposites?&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.&lt;br /&gt;"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way.&lt;br /&gt;So which side wins, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;"Which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at me, the crinkled eye, the crooked teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Love wins. Love always wins."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8153883316245630532?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8153883316245630532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8153883316245630532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8153883316245630532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8153883316245630532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-its-time.html' title='maybe it&apos;s time'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6226534994216729173</id><published>2008-08-27T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:28:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this all that's left?</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure i'm done with everything and everyone&lt;br /&gt;not literally, but in a good percentage sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how i feel about anything or anyone anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've just given up&lt;br /&gt;and stopped trying completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't care&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i care too much&lt;br /&gt;either way it's gone and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty sure i'm okay with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: fuck everything from that last post&lt;br /&gt;no one gives a shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6226534994216729173?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6226534994216729173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6226534994216729173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6226534994216729173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6226534994216729173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-all-thats-left_27.html' title='is this all that&apos;s left?'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5904272913707828808</id><published>2008-08-27T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:26:12.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this all that's left?</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure i'm done with everything and everyone&lt;br /&gt;not literally, but in a good percentage sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how i feel about anything or anyone anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've just given up&lt;br /&gt;and stopped trying completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't care&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i care too much&lt;br /&gt;either way it's gone and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty sure i'm okay with that&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-37234315841972070</id><published>2008-05-22T18:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:29:32.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer/year goals</title><content type='html'>-get a job&lt;br /&gt;-save for car&lt;br /&gt;-save for and buy a new phone (blackberry curve)&lt;br /&gt;-excel at yoga&lt;br /&gt;-run everyday and be used to it&lt;br /&gt;-shape up!&lt;br /&gt;-fix hair/color&lt;br /&gt;-be a better person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get nose pierced&lt;br /&gt;-get first and maybe even second tattoo&lt;br /&gt;-get belly button pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-read/start to read entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;-get permit&lt;br /&gt;-get junior license (or very early '09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SDYEGI7786I/AAAAAAAAACg/jDzKxD7IPO4/s1600-h/65befdd5fc617660866430a45ba4cf47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SDYEGI7786I/AAAAAAAAACg/jDzKxD7IPO4/s320/65befdd5fc617660866430a45ba4cf47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203350922997789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-37234315841972070?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/37234315841972070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=37234315841972070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/37234315841972070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/37234315841972070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/05/summeryear-goals.html' title='summer/year goals'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SDYEGI7786I/AAAAAAAAACg/jDzKxD7IPO4/s72-c/65befdd5fc617660866430a45ba4cf47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3547025552070560832</id><published>2008-05-02T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:16:56.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll see where this takes us</title><content type='html'>have you ever just thought about everyone in your life?&lt;br /&gt;like who you want to be closer with, who you're drifting from, who you want out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever just wondered if people feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;it's just crazy to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going good and i'm pretty sure that's all there really is to say&lt;br /&gt;staying close with most people, closer and farther with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to just use like as a metaphor, or a joke&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have to just think about it or laugh it off&lt;br /&gt;but what about the things you just want to change, what is it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed how much i am changing and want to change&lt;br /&gt;i'm noticing more things around me, more things to keep, more things to change&lt;br /&gt;it's the art of growing up... youhave to accept it one day&lt;br /&gt;just hope it keeps you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you're too good for this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3547025552070560832?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3547025552070560832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3547025552070560832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3547025552070560832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3547025552070560832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-see-where-this-takes-us.html' title='we&apos;ll see where this takes us'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-2702515901193613830</id><published>2008-03-17T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:35:55.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life's choices are only in color...</title><content type='html'>... and not in black and white, as I wish they sometimes were&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to stay true to my religion&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see where life and God takes me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2702515901193613830?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2702515901193613830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=2702515901193613830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2702515901193613830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2702515901193613830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifes-choices-are-only-in-color.html' title='life&apos;s choices are only in color...'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3400349301641737915</id><published>2008-02-23T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:38:17.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those times</title><content type='html'>where you just look at the better side of things&lt;br /&gt;where you want to be happy, so you do what you can to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, and that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3400349301641737915?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-2077339289026940513</id><published>2008-02-01T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:22:09.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the exact meaning</title><content type='html'>can only be definded with emotions, words were never first choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can look good as some look bad&lt;br /&gt;the better side of things isn't always good&lt;br /&gt;but it's worth a shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2077339289026940513?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2077339289026940513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=2077339289026940513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2077339289026940513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2077339289026940513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/02/exact-meaning.html' title='the exact meaning'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3937490976599047236</id><published>2008-01-19T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:19:30.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as times change, you think people would as well</title><content type='html'>you can tell how my life is going when an update is crucial&lt;br /&gt;the good times and the good people seem to go as fast as they came&lt;br /&gt;Most are replenished with more good, but some bad is always left lingering&lt;br /&gt;maybe i only have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's my fault that all of this happened&lt;br /&gt;but taking responsibility was never my fortay&lt;br /&gt;and i guess being a good person was never yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think I would learn as times go on&lt;br /&gt;you would think I would have realized what always fucks me over&lt;br /&gt;but of course, I do not&lt;br /&gt;I think the definition would be "insane"&lt;br /&gt;I always figure one more shot and we'll all get this&lt;br /&gt;but maybe this is just a game in life, a game I obviously do not win at&lt;br /&gt;this is a challenge I should overcome, but maybe I feel like it makes me a good and accepting and second chanced person&lt;br /&gt;maybe it just makes me completely stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trust is not something to be played with, and I can not deal with it when people make it as that&lt;br /&gt;it is given to everyone and broken and abused by most&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks knowing I gave it all to you and you do this to be&lt;br /&gt;repayment wasn't needed, but you did it with asshole included&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should thank you for realizing how dumb I can be&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should knock you out and teach you a lesson on how easily people are hurt and how fragile some are&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't one, I'm not one, to show how sensitive and vulnerable I am to everyone&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that was one of my downfalls&lt;br /&gt;but you knew how things affect me, you knew it, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's lessons are completely crucial to the growth and development of a human mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;I take some lessons as a joke, and there is it's revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that we are probably over, and this may be for good&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know how bad it kills me inside and how hard it is&lt;br /&gt;to see you everyday and to see you watch me, it is heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;you know I want it, us, back&lt;br /&gt;I want to be how we were, but you know what you did&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm not rational and it was an accident, and maybe you weren't even talking about me&lt;br /&gt;but if so, then you should know it's in your hands and the choice is yours&lt;br /&gt;to end this, to end all awkwardness and hate, might just be best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know this is all to you and myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe another shot is all that's needed&lt;br /&gt;but how can you say those things and expect everything to be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you changed my life and I will continue to change mine&lt;br /&gt;and let's be honest; maybe t's just so it can fit with yours&lt;br /&gt;the over-caring is obvious, just take notice&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, that's really all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just try to live life day by day and how it comes&lt;br /&gt;stay positive and live happily because it's all you can try and do&lt;br /&gt;stay true to yourself, and hopefully life comes along for the journey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3937490976599047236?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3937490976599047236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3937490976599047236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3937490976599047236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3937490976599047236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-times-change-you-think-people-would.html' title='as times change, you think people would as well'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-7097328068092308623</id><published>2007-11-18T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:06:22.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>times change</title><content type='html'>things right now are going real good&lt;br /&gt;there are times of bad every now and then&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good people, good times, good moods, good memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just in love with life&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it can stay this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7097328068092308623?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7097328068092308623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7097328068092308623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7097328068092308623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7097328068092308623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-right-now-are-going-real-good.html' title='times change'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-7269473564931392157</id><published>2007-10-29T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:29:34.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's been a long while</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to figure out everything without this "online journal" you know, the whole just live it thing, and it's been good I feel like such a different person reading past entries And I am happy with who I am, just know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone with all the answers to read this and help me&lt;br /&gt; everything was so good, so happy&lt;br /&gt; And now it's all fucked! It's like I'm losing so much of what's important to me&lt;br /&gt; all I tell myself is that I can just control myself and my actions but sometimes, that's not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how people are being, I really can not believe how rude and shitty and low some people are&lt;br /&gt;it's like some people jusy try and bring me down and try and use me&lt;br /&gt;and I'm fuckin' fed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a "cry for help"&lt;br /&gt;it's a fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;it's a sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVKYDkHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P_D15Nf4vTI/s1600-h/0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868052742475890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVKYDkHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P_D15Nf4vTI/s320/0.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVaYDkII/AAAAAAAAAA8/lpXNY8nkrJM/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868057037443202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVaYDkII/AAAAAAAAAA8/lpXNY8nkrJM/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVqYDkJI/AAAAAAAAABE/QEdPcaaIfVs/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868061332410514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVqYDkJI/AAAAAAAAABE/QEdPcaaIfVs/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLV6YDkKI/AAAAAAAAABM/3VeNe7r7mIY/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868065627377826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLV6YDkKI/AAAAAAAAABM/3VeNe7r7mIY/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLWKYDkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/j_WehXRZlb4/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868069922345138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLWKYDkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/j_WehXRZlb4/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7269473564931392157?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/RyZLVKYDkHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P_D15Nf4vTI/s72-c/0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5994400152214702708</id><published>2007-07-20T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:12:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one day we will all walk the earth divided</title><content type='html'>you just erased everything like it never happen&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to realize it did happen&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times we used to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from old cds to yearbooks to smiles&lt;br /&gt;i wish you didn't do this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5994400152214702708?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5994400152214702708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5994400152214702708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5994400152214702708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5994400152214702708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-day-we-will-all-walk-earth-divided.html' title='one day we will all walk the earth divided'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1650779177426028311</id><published>2007-07-05T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:58:37.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"So, is this it? Is this our good bye?"</title><content type='html'>the feelings of summer are amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just have our fun and forget about all of our problems and worries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1650779177426028311?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1650779177426028311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1650779177426028311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1650779177426028311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1650779177426028311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-is-this-it-is-this-our-good-bye.html' title='&quot;So, is this it? Is this our good bye?&quot;'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8877981295376800255</id><published>2007-05-31T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:53:18.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you have stolen my heart</title><content type='html'>we all look like we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8877981295376800255?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8877981295376800255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8877981295376800255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8877981295376800255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8877981295376800255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-have-stolen-my-heart.html' title='you have stolen my heart'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3374873663352046027</id><published>2007-05-31T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:52:19.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never forg</title><content type='html'>you still amaze me&lt;br /&gt;It's surreal to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3374873663352046027?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3374873663352046027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3374873663352046027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3374873663352046027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3374873663352046027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-forg.html' title='never forg'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3149903351758440841</id><published>2007-05-26T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:52:32.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i just want a new me</title><content type='html'>i want to start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3149903351758440841?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3149903351758440841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3149903351758440841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3149903351758440841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3149903351758440841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-i-just-want-new-me.html' title='i guess i just want a new me'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5360301788300773536</id><published>2007-05-19T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:09:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the number 11 looks like you</title><content type='html'>i don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;i know a few facts, one being you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell too fast, too hard and it is and i am pathetic&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know, but i know i need to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait until summer&lt;br /&gt;sneaking out, parties, drinking, you (not in that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel obsessed and it's pathetic, i need to just grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5360301788300773536?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5360301788300773536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5360301788300773536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5360301788300773536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5360301788300773536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/number-11-looks-like-you.html' title='the number 11 looks like you'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6050763188109404239</id><published>2007-04-27T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:41:05.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the who cares become i care</title><content type='html'>i need to take action&lt;br /&gt;i've given you plenty of time for change&lt;br /&gt;and you run back&lt;br /&gt;most posts are to clear my mind of you&lt;br /&gt;but it'll never be cleared unless you're out of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i can't do everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6050763188109404239?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6050763188109404239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6050763188109404239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6050763188109404239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6050763188109404239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-cares-become-i-care.html' title='the who cares become i care'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1073855489992879499</id><published>2007-04-27T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:38:50.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are you watching?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why i bother with you&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, i wonder why i bother with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure why i bother with any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1073855489992879499?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1073855489992879499/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-6212618711338801136</id><published>2007-04-22T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:41:04.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ever say to yourself "i could be better thanh this"</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why i sit here waiting for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;i was listening around and heard all the noise&lt;br /&gt;why was i being quiet being surrounded by loudness?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to comprehend this to you, to anyone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to run away and never look back at anything/anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you make those faces, and the way your voice sounds, and the way you act that makes me want to forget about you. i feel like the competetion is eating away at my life. i can stand listening to you at times. someones i want it to be like this forever, other times i want to end all ties i have with you. it's my heart/gut vs my brain, which do you go with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure you will ever get this, or understand&lt;br /&gt;but it can't be like this&lt;br /&gt;or it'll have to end like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for summer (friendships, endings, and parties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't see with a blindfold over your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6212618711338801136?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6212618711338801136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6212618711338801136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6212618711338801136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6212618711338801136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-ever-say-to-yourself-i-could-be.html' title='do you ever say to yourself &quot;i could be better thanh this&quot;'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8387843663153195103</id><published>2007-04-15T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:39:11.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to admit our flaws and come into the (l/n)ight</title><content type='html'>at our time&lt;br /&gt;our ways must part in the most delicate of ways&lt;br /&gt;harsh and torn but delicate, i know it's not what you wanted but it's what you got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think it's me and not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry you think i did, because i did. when are limits are pushed we will always restart with the backstabbing mind of the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying, but nothing works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill my state of mind with a carving knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i still knew you, or do i? sometimes i think you lied the whole time or we weren't meant as friends&lt;br /&gt;used and abused but never taken as love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8387843663153195103?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3290524976682263874</id><published>2007-04-09T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:01:38.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forever until tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get away from all of you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-3290524976682263874?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3290524976682263874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3290524976682263874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3290524976682263874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3290524976682263874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/forever-until-tomorrow.html' title='forever until tomorrow'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-4515896726024386545</id><published>2007-04-08T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:35:58.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't make you fit me unless i know what i need to fit me</title><content type='html'>i'm not too sure why i'm so picky&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide on one thing&lt;br /&gt;i change my mind too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed you my past so maybe you'd change to stay in my future&lt;br /&gt;i didn't show you to scare you&lt;br /&gt;Or make you do that stupid fucking face i hate!&lt;br /&gt;i did it so maybe you'd GROW THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;you've pushed my buttons by not changing!&lt;br /&gt;i told you, either you change or you GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;i see you're picking option c&lt;br /&gt;except there isn't one&lt;br /&gt;i use you because you're obsessed with me&lt;br /&gt;Without me you'd be nothing&lt;br /&gt;I keep you around because you're my slave&lt;br /&gt;i hoped if i treated you like complete shit for long enough you'd change&lt;br /&gt;But i guess not, you're still the same childish, annoying, immature, foolish little girl&lt;br /&gt;You are not my best friend&lt;br /&gt;You're basically nothing to me, just something there&lt;br /&gt;you say you're so nice&lt;br /&gt;no, you're just a pussy, you have no guts &amp;amp; no balls!&lt;br /&gt;god you drive me fucking crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i find a perfect friend?&lt;br /&gt;am i really THAT picky?&lt;br /&gt;i just need a few things&lt;br /&gt;But no one is all of those things&lt;br /&gt;so i ditch them, i don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you! you're a stupid fake&lt;br /&gt;you are a pathetic liar&lt;br /&gt;We used to be good/best friends&lt;br /&gt;now, honestly i can barely stand you&lt;br /&gt;You say stuff behind my back like i have no feelings?&lt;br /&gt;you mean shit to me&lt;br /&gt;Choke on something, see if i fucking care you stupid fucking DFGHdfh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4515896726024386545?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-7423401623866972748</id><published>2007-04-06T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:29:47.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no, fuck this</title><content type='html'>fuck all of it!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK IT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so messed up in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7423401623866972748?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7423401623866972748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7423401623866972748' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;no one is good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as happy as before&lt;br /&gt;because i have ner half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anymore, i really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-6627557915143032091?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6627557915143032091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=6627557915143032091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6627557915143032091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/6627557915143032091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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To add to the discussion? That nervous energy that prevents you from raising your hand and hearing your own voice? The one that makes your heart race? That nervous energy wins when you keep your hand safely on the desk and miss the opportunity to add your two cents.And that's what failure feels like. That's the feeling of you giving up a little more of your life. That's when you throw away your votes and unless you want to take your place and the list of billions of fakes, sheep, and chicken shits;the next time you have something to say, raise your fucking hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christopher Gutierrez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2303889886984293154?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2303889886984293154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=2303889886984293154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2303889886984293154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it'll never happen&lt;br /&gt;but it will&lt;br /&gt;a relapse or just no will-power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder if you miss me, like the way i miss you&lt;br /&gt;you've changed in a superficial sort of way&lt;br /&gt;no one likes the odd man out i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try and understand this, because it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;i can't put it into words or feelings&lt;br /&gt;only actions&lt;br /&gt;those actions can up as regrets&lt;br /&gt;But only stepping stones for me&lt;br /&gt;Scars to mark the way to re-tell the tale&lt;br /&gt;Only visable as dust in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you when the sun is visable to someone in the world&lt;br /&gt;i think of it and what i did&lt;br /&gt;i miss things more than i did before&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are torture to our soul, body, heart, mind and spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we take chances, sometimes we make graves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-4791335157984958621</id><published>2007-03-10T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:32:59.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when i look at myself, i sometimes want to rip it apart</title><content type='html'>why am i so forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;i get hurt so much and i forgive everyone, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder if my life would actually be better if i ditched all the people who have hurt me, or if i'd have no one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am understand myself more as each day goes by, i understand why i obsess with writing in this and wanting everyone to read this.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to know me and be able to disect me and know me at my most personal&lt;br /&gt;if i died tomorrow, no one could say who i actually am, and that scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to understand me completely and be able to tell me who i am, maybe i'm just dreaming, who really knows anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;do not misunderstand this, i'm not sick of my life, i'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of being hurt and forgiving&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of not having fun and living my life to however i want to the upmost fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever wondered something about me, let me answer you now&lt;br /&gt;i am not a complete human being, i'm not like everyone else who can explain themselves, i'm not sure what i am anymore, i know who i am, just not what i am&lt;br /&gt;you will never understand this, there is no decoding, it's fact vs. fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as i grow older, well grow up&lt;br /&gt;i learn a lot about life, and how much it fucks you up in the head&lt;br /&gt;And how it fucks with your soul inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there is anyone out there who could actually decode my heart&lt;br /&gt;It is the worst kind of weapon you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want to spill my guts and x-ray my insides&lt;br /&gt;i find myself praying for disaster and people prying into my life, the only deep and bad stuff though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4791335157984958621?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4791335157984958621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=4791335157984958621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4791335157984958621'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you're back, you were missed in a freak way&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone has to suffer to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the same goes for me&lt;br /&gt;hey you, slit your throat!&lt;br /&gt;you backstabber&lt;br /&gt;you talked to me and were "on my side"&lt;br /&gt;you said how you hate her and how she is the liar and you believe me&lt;br /&gt;yet you tell her i'm the liar?!&lt;br /&gt;you lowlife pathetic worthless person!&lt;br /&gt;what is your problem? you say fakeness is lame, yet you top the charts!&lt;br /&gt;do you get enjoyment out of lying? does that amuse you or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am one of the only real people in my grade&lt;br /&gt;everyone is fake nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;it's like some sick trend&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one not following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were good friends, i love being backstabbed&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm only getting hurt nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thankyou, i missed you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck your friends! they only screw you over in the end&lt;br /&gt;fuck your futures, don't sleep, light on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1099440513969342825?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1099440513969342825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=1099440513969342825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1099440513969342825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/1099440513969342825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-its-best-to-be-back-big-fuck.html' title='sometimes it&apos;s best to be back (a big FUCK YOU)'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-2765126506931947162</id><published>2007-03-01T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:20:52.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you mean the world to me</title><content type='html'>when i think of you, i cry&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying as i write this&lt;br /&gt;i think of the time we walked to stewarts and got our lattes&lt;br /&gt;and said how cool we felt&lt;br /&gt;and we sat on the playground for hours talking about life&lt;br /&gt;that was one of the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;i love the deep you&lt;br /&gt;the non immature fake lying one&lt;br /&gt;the one that brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;and i'd cancel any plans just to see&lt;br /&gt;you were my true best friend,and i never use that word&lt;br /&gt;you meant the world to me&lt;br /&gt;only two people came before you&lt;br /&gt;that is a big deal in the eyes of me&lt;br /&gt;i want to see you in person, to tell you how much you meant to me, and how much i want you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;it's pathetic and desperate, but that's just me&lt;br /&gt;i could tell you anything, and you'd be there for me&lt;br /&gt;and then one day, you stopped.&lt;br /&gt;you became immature, annoying, fake, a liar. i couldn't talk to you about anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been the same since you left&lt;br /&gt;i miss myself&lt;br /&gt;i miss being the happiest girl alive&lt;br /&gt;i miss laughing and smiling just knowing you're my best friend and you'd always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to send this to you&lt;br /&gt;because i want you to know, that no matter what, i love you, not in a "oh let's date" way&lt;br /&gt;you will always be the best friend i ever had&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to be my best friend i ever had, again&lt;br /&gt;i may be asking for too much&lt;br /&gt;a little change is all i ask&lt;br /&gt;maybe miracles can happen&lt;br /&gt;i didn't believe in best friends forever until i met you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me disbelieve that again&lt;br /&gt;you mean the world to me, don't ever forget that.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy again&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably just offended someone&lt;br /&gt;but you always knew it was true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2765126506931947162?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-122707554514793367</id><published>2007-02-28T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:50:47.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to rip you apart and watch you suffer</title><content type='html'>you pathetic person&lt;br /&gt;you used to call me your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're scared to death of me?&lt;br /&gt;you can't even come up to me yourself because you're so scared?&lt;br /&gt;you say you want to change, but you can't change if you keep lying!&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch you cry and suffer&lt;br /&gt;i want to ruin your life&lt;br /&gt;i want you to really be in pain, and realize and regret what you did!&lt;br /&gt;i still want you back in my life, the you i used to know&lt;br /&gt;don't ever forget that, no matter what you do or say or how much you lie&lt;br /&gt;i'll always love the you that i called my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind set is on destroy&lt;br /&gt;I want to rip apart and tear down almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my friends all their flaws and watch them cry&lt;br /&gt;it's sick and twisted, but that is my mind set right now&lt;br /&gt;i want to be hated and adored&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be liked or loved&lt;br /&gt;i want to be stalked and looked up to, in a good way of course&lt;br /&gt;maybe the sickness will pass&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll be here, until you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truefuckinglove, i dislike the world as it speaks right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-122707554514793367?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/122707554514793367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=122707554514793367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/122707554514793367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/122707554514793367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-rip-you-apart-and-watch-you.html' title='i want to rip you apart and watch you suffer'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8598455101464635207</id><published>2007-02-26T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:43:11.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>progress report: i am missing you to death</title><content type='html'>it's so surreal&lt;br /&gt;how attached you are to me&lt;br /&gt;You are like my puppet&lt;br /&gt;pathetic and dangling on a string&lt;br /&gt;you knew what you did waswrong&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're still lying about it all&lt;br /&gt;i did nothing wrong, and i get treated like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss all the fun times we had, until you turned into a backstabbing fraud&lt;br /&gt;i want to take the knife you stabbed me in the back with and plunge it into your bloack cold heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the old you back a lot&lt;br /&gt;i miss every single aspect of it/you&lt;br /&gt;i want to hate you, i want to rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;but i see how much you're still holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;Why though? you're afraid of what i'll do/what can happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of this! i want it all to end, back to what it used to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8598455101464635207?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8598455101464635207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8598455101464635207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8598455101464635207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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something/someone myself so they can understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;My words are stuck behind my tongue&lt;br /&gt;i've said all i could&lt;br /&gt;let's see how everything goes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8466131477010803311?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8466131477010803311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8466131477010803311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8466131477010803311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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be&lt;br /&gt;who i was friends with, how depressed i was&lt;br /&gt;it's funny to think what i did to myself to try and ignore the pain&lt;br /&gt;when it only brought more into my life&lt;br /&gt;scars never heal, but tears can be wiped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i should of been living, instead of being a walking corpse&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know why i have such an attraction and dedication to fall out boy and why peter wentz is my hero&lt;br /&gt;It's because they saved my life, saved me from myself&lt;br /&gt;you'll never really get it, but when someone saves your life, you have a lifelong love for them/him&lt;br /&gt;END PAST RANTTTTTTTTT--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny to see how much i've actually changed&lt;br /&gt;and how amazing i am now!&lt;br /&gt;my mind set is the best it's ever been in a very long time&lt;br /&gt;I'm still cleaning out my life and reinventing it&lt;br /&gt;but i'm proud of the accomplishment i've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l i/o ving is the heart of our souls&lt;br /&gt;it's like watching a movie of your life&lt;br /&gt;editing it whenever needed, to change it into something you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never post a post this easy to read and decode just to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7423832215978901627?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7423832215978901627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7423832215978901627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7423832215978901627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7423832215978901627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/secrets-of-my-life-truth-deep-down.html' title='the secrets of my life, the truth deep down where it hurts'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1028260219586150591</id><published>2007-02-23T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:07:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an open letter to you my old friend</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think we all wonder about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and what our so-called-friends are thinking&lt;br /&gt;what if...? what if...? it's surreal that your "best friend" can actually hate you&lt;br /&gt;or how they can talk behind your back, and lie to you like it's no big deal!&lt;br /&gt;some people in this world need a reality check&lt;br /&gt;there are about 5 people that need to get taught a lesson, that fakeness will only kill yourself in the end, it's like putting a gun to your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may be the biggest hipocrite[sp] that has ever lived&lt;br /&gt;have you ever missed an old friend? well a friend, but the old version of them&lt;br /&gt;like before they changed? i'm sure we all have, and i have a lot [recently]&lt;br /&gt;i miss the ol you, the fun you, before you became a fake backstabbing two-faced liar.&lt;br /&gt;the one that i could talk to anything about&lt;br /&gt;the one i called one of my actually srsly best friends&lt;br /&gt;and i never call people best friends&lt;br /&gt;and i know that you will never come back&lt;br /&gt;i want you to call me, SO I CAN FUCKING GUT YOU WITH MY WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;you pathetic excuse of a human&lt;br /&gt;by the way, don't even think of sitting next to me when school starts again&lt;br /&gt;i want to rip you apart on the farthest level i can&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe, if i turn the friends you so-call-hate against you&lt;br /&gt;you may be back to the girl i loved&lt;br /&gt;eh, who really cares anyways&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD WILL EVENTUALLY SCREW YOU OVER, SELL YOU OUT, AND STAB YOU IN THE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;don't even say it's not you, because you may not think so, but every single human being.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know how much despise i have for you right now&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CHANGE BACK, OR CHANGE TO SOMETHING BETTER, I'LL BE FRIENDS WITH YOU AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;but if youu don't change, then go fuck yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-1028260219586150591?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-1362028284815009827</id><published>2007-02-21T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:38:23.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old, in with the new [me]</title><content type='html'>i'm finally going to do it&lt;br /&gt;i'm reinventing myself and my life&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing myself, my life, and everything in it&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming what i always wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;sure, this sounds so "who cares"&lt;br /&gt;But it's a big step for me&lt;br /&gt;to be kelly&lt;br /&gt;but version 2007&lt;br /&gt;love and hate&lt;br /&gt;All blends to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see if i can full-fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a better version of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3436434626808483308</id><published>2007-02-21T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:28:35.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i pick out the flaws in everyone [except you]</title><content type='html'>it's funny to think of your life and all your friends and heroes&lt;br /&gt;it's actually pretty surreal&lt;br /&gt;to think how i live vs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to realize i am an one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Like a whole different species&lt;br /&gt;and only me and him are in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pick out my flaws more than anybody else[s]&lt;br /&gt;and mine are never enough to compare to them&lt;br /&gt;i've learned how most of my so called friends don't deserve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want new friends, most of mine pretty much suck&lt;br /&gt;boring, fake, liars, uninteresting&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a hipocrite [sp] when it comes to life&lt;br /&gt;and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i am just like am&lt;br /&gt;besides the 13 year age difference&lt;br /&gt;we are 2 in a million&lt;br /&gt;our lives intersect, except mine doesn't contain love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends forever are a fraud&lt;br /&gt;no one is forever&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have "best friends"&lt;br /&gt;best is just a lousy word added to friends&lt;br /&gt;best friends to me, should be pretty amazing, and perfect to me in a sense&lt;br /&gt;and no one is like that&lt;br /&gt;i'm too picky, i really am&lt;br /&gt;i pick out too many flaws&lt;br /&gt;Even though most flaws, i'm attracted to&lt;br /&gt;like something i have to fix about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when i died my hair&lt;br /&gt;and grew up, and grew out of depression most people said how much i changed, and how they miss the old me, and i hated that more than anything in the world&lt;br /&gt;but i find myself saying that about some, because they are sell-outs, they sold out and i'm not buying&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's me just being a hipocrite [sp]&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;i'm the same girl at heart that i've always been, i never sold out, i grew up&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it's difference&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know few-no one reads this&lt;br /&gt;I post this for myself&lt;br /&gt;To collect my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;to look back on myself&lt;br /&gt;Read the first post i ever posted to compared to now&lt;br /&gt;You're still the blood stained rag&lt;br /&gt;always will be, the stitch in my forehead&lt;br /&gt;love me, hate me, concrete girl is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, gym class heroes was good&lt;br /&gt;stuck up and wasted though.&lt;br /&gt;holding hands makes me think of him&lt;br /&gt;true life is so last year&lt;br /&gt;fantasies, dreams,  and imagination, in.&lt;div 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you]'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-240740343825237369</id><published>2007-02-16T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:58:03.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth about you, from the bottom of my heart</title><content type='html'>you are a real class act&lt;br /&gt;you are a fake, a fraud, a bad "friend"&lt;br /&gt;you lie about everything, and i just realized that&lt;br /&gt;i was the best you'll ever get, andyou lost it&lt;br /&gt;don't give me the "but i never said that"&lt;br /&gt;you did it all, you ruined our friendship&lt;br /&gt;best friends are never forever&lt;br /&gt;you lied straight to my face, you are no longer worthy of me&lt;br /&gt;you accomplished what little people can&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me, you truely (sp) hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you say how much you don't like so and so, yet you talk and hang out like best friends?&lt;br /&gt;hate is a very strong word, and you use it as often as hi, and you never mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you would do this to me&lt;br /&gt;after everything i did for you&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you, i didn't judge you like all do&lt;br /&gt;I was a true friend, and you basically stabbed me in the back with your fakeness&lt;br /&gt;i hear you like talking about me behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;you lying son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you are worthles to me now!&lt;br /&gt;you are a pathetic use of a soul and body&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve a life&lt;br /&gt;sure you were fun to hang with, and talk with, and i felt so close to you&lt;br /&gt;i never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;i never thought you were so low&lt;br /&gt;such a bad "friend"/person&lt;br /&gt;you lost my trust and friendship&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad at you&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like you at all, even the slightest&lt;br /&gt;you will have to do major to repair this friendship&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never read this, but this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;maybe for minutes&lt;br /&gt;maybe for hours&lt;br /&gt;maybe for days&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for weeks&lt;br /&gt;maybe for months&lt;br /&gt;maybe for years&lt;br /&gt;maybe forever&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the deepest realness of my soul&lt;br /&gt;go choke with the person you so call "hate"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-240740343825237369?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/240740343825237369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=240740343825237369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/240740343825237369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/240740343825237369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/truth-about-you-from-bottom-of-my-heart.html' title='the truth about you, from the bottom of my heart'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-4019323862304492298</id><published>2007-02-15T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:56:07.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts vs. the world</title><content type='html'>have you ever looked at a picture or listened to a song, and had a million memories flood in? or think to yourself "i wish i could be her/him"&lt;br /&gt;i did that today, and it questioned my life and age&lt;br /&gt;i looked at him, and you, and thought, if i could be you, and see how love goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think, maybe that'll be me one day&lt;br /&gt;but with a different person next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-4019323862304492298?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4019323862304492298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=4019323862304492298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4019323862304492298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/4019323862304492298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/hearts-vs-world.html' title='hearts vs. the world'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8498969101571719035</id><published>2007-02-10T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:24:19.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when hearts become so heavy they burst</title><content type='html'>it's like whispering to the world&lt;br /&gt;giving out clues as in marco, polo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words to say are stuck behind my tongue&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats faster when i'm around you&lt;br /&gt;2-stepping till the room stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes fixate on you when you're near&lt;br /&gt;iknow i shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't&lt;br /&gt;when the world spins&lt;br /&gt;i'm the first to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save yourself from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8498969101571719035?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8498969101571719035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=8498969101571719035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8498969101571719035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/8498969101571719035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-hearts-become-so-heavy-they-burst.html' title='when hearts become so heavy they burst'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-8849215883614824187</id><published>2007-02-06T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:53:50.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're all going to die anyways</title><content type='html'>uh, i'm really happy. infinity on high is amazing, wentz is a lyrical genius. i can't wait to see those boys in may and june.&lt;br /&gt;uh, my anxiety is really bad, i'm not depressed, it's just anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't that good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-8849215883614824187?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-2004105791723772729</id><published>2007-01-30T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:34:37.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL DEAD</title><content type='html'>it is like i am a species&lt;br /&gt;a species that only contains me&lt;br /&gt;no one understands me&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone understood me&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell someone everything&lt;br /&gt;And they could give me the answer to my problems&lt;br /&gt;or at least help me with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a stranger in the world&lt;br /&gt;the new girl to the school&lt;br /&gt;that never gets around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my soul and got it back&lt;br /&gt;And nowit's lost again&lt;br /&gt;i need something in my life to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;my life is on fucking self destruct and it's working&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;i am, i am, i am&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but i am.&lt;br /&gt;i need more fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only depressed because of what i did&lt;br /&gt;I should of realized what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i can admit i'm depressed, unlike wentz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saveme from the world i'm in&lt;br /&gt;bring me excitement of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only write this for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-2004105791723772729?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2004105791723772729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=2004105791723772729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2004105791723772729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/2004105791723772729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-dead.html' title='I FEEL DEAD'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-7131879544510526504</id><published>2007-01-26T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:14:24.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the last part of me just died</title><content type='html'>i feel empty&lt;br /&gt;it just stuttered out&lt;br /&gt;more so choked&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a walking zombie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-7131879544510526504?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7131879544510526504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=7131879544510526504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7131879544510526504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/7131879544510526504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-part-of-me-just-died.html' title='the last part of me just died'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-5541214604806591416</id><published>2007-01-26T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:55:37.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as you grow older, you hopefully grow up</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't posted in forever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 14 &amp; i feel older.&lt;br /&gt;igot averizon enV for christmas&lt;br /&gt;but no lip piercing&lt;br /&gt;my family doesn't trust me and my mom calls me emo. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much older since i turned 14, butlately i've been in a whirlwind of emotions. everything was going so right and then it came crashing down. i did something i told myself i'd never do again. and i didn't even mean to, it was like a hallucination. i think i am going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am depressed, i am wishing i had a different life. i want to live my life to the fullest, and i know i'm not. that gets me so down. i think i need to change everything about me, ferreal this time, i'm trying to. i can say i don't truely know "who i am" or what i wantto be. i want to change that, i want to change almost everything about me. get the friends back that kept my life so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so immature and childish. this post was dead honest, it wasn't no mind games, it is for everyone to read this to get how i feel. i dumbed this post down for everyone, so they can get inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank you, everyone of you, who helps me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;and say i love you when you don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;you're not what i need&lt;br /&gt;but right now, you're just what i want.&lt;br /&gt;[i think i like you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-5541214604806591416?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5541214604806591416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=5541214604806591416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5541214604806591416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/5541214604806591416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-you-grow-older-you-hopefully-grow-up.html' title='as you grow older, you hopefully grow up'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-3500744033469362484</id><published>2006-12-01T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:42:37.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a highway, love is a battlefield</title><content type='html'>long time, eh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how i feel. i feel like my life is falling down. i feel depressed a lot lately. i get mad at everything, i get depressed everynight. i feel like there is more to life, and i should be living that, not my boring life. age blows, mine does. my birthday is in 20 days. i'm quite excited. i want my lipring and sidekick3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are fake, most.&lt;br /&gt;you are ripping my life. i want to live my life to the fullest, and you're in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY KID, i miss you. restate this; i miss the friendship i had with you. i want to feel cared about. i want someone to show how much they care and love me. i want everyone to know it's us and no one will break us apart. i want to hang out all the time and tell each other everything. i want you to say i'm your best friend and no one else, i miss that so much. i wish i wasn't so jealous and flip out all the time. I WISH I WASN'T BIPOLAR! i wish i never lost you, wait. i can't say that.&lt;br /&gt;we gave each otherissues. i want to tell you how much i'd give to have us back. i'm not like that, i don't hate myself anymore. i wish you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to thank you. the kid that saved my life. then left me to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating hoping you'll read this&lt;br /&gt;but it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. the highways never end, the love never lives, the friendship always fades.&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/31005983-3500744033469362484?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3500744033469362484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=3500744033469362484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3500744033469362484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/3500744033469362484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-highway-love-is-battlefield.html' title='life is a highway, love is a battlefield'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-116322077598676328</id><published>2006-11-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:52:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the depressed welcomed me with open arms</title><content type='html'>my week went from amazing to rotten hell to good to horrid to gahh.&lt;br /&gt;i lost the person i called my best friend. pathetic i'd say. i have never given anyone so much friendship, and what do i get? a fucking slap in the face. i was tol;d i have no feelings, when i have too many. i was the only true/good friend who would tell the truth, and she blamed me and made me become the liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend is hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the lowest i've felt in a very, very, very long time&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what to do or say&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i want her back in my life&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so much when she told me she can't tell me anything anymore, as if she didn't trust me. it was a straight shot to the heart. i felt my life crashing down as those words left her mind into the IM box. i am hurt, lost, confused, i feel like a puppy who can't find it's way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some help and advice, but i'll alone listen to myself, but i'm not sure what i want.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was someone who could tell me what the best thing to do is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i'm sorry when i did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;if being a good friend is wrong, i must be the devil.&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/31005983-116322077598676328?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116322077598676328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=116322077598676328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/116322077598676328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/116322077598676328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/depressed-welcomed-me-with-open-arms.html' title='the depressed welcomed me with open arms'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-116078458312941258</id><published>2006-10-13T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:09:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>i give up on you. [or maybe on myself]&lt;br /&gt;you are sick, manwhores are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;but you don't charge anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to whisk you away, and never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you or the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is twisting and turning as i fall deeper into the pit of despair. my friends are a disgrace, and i seem to be getting bored of them all. i think i judge too much. emily is the opposite of what i expected, she is more like me than anyone i know.&lt;br /&gt;i think when i get my snakebites i'll be more hated, and my friends will go. but i also think i'll be known for courage, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just being cocky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-116078458312941258?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116078458312941258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=116078458312941258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/116078458312941258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/116078458312941258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2006/10/end_13.html' title='the end'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31005983.post-115823320567028963</id><published>2006-09-14T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:26:45.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the night slasher in reality</title><content type='html'>why can't it all just go away. all the pain and sorrow. my old memories are flowing in like a shipwreck on land. i feel so close, yet i am so far. i miss a lot from before, i sometimes pray that i can go back and time and do it all over again, but i can't. i find myself telling others to be all positive, but i am a negative person. i don't know if i miss you or not, when i see all our old memories rush, but when i think of it, all the hate and torture is sailing free. my dreams are nightmares, and my reality is an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;i wish someone could go through my brain, just so one person understands all this and could comprehend it. i'm not sure if i spelt that right. (see; failure at life)&lt;br /&gt;my heart has sent out all it can give, and you never saved the information. i don't miss you, cars and screaming sounds good to me, i hope you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            i am selling out, and you're never going to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31005983-115823320567028963?l=fueledbykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/115823320567028963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31005983&amp;postID=115823320567028963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/115823320567028963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31005983/posts/default/115823320567028963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fueledbykelly.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-slasher-in-reality.html' title='the night slasher in reality'/><author><name>pheonix</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-tmuZQw6nw/SyGcdPvk6DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIohGgKy2p4/S220/29ql3k2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
