<?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-35968967</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:09.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how a heart breaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35968967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heartbreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08406698793243118445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35968967.post-116096163631026412</id><published>2006-10-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:20:36.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hasnt sent me an email since tuesday.. i'm so silly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have somebody that loves me soo much but yet i choose to let myself suffer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i;m not gonna appear sad to him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35968967-116096163631026412?l=atrabilious-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/feeds/116096163631026412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35968967&amp;postID=116096163631026412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35968967/posts/default/116096163631026412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35968967/posts/default/116096163631026412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-sick-of-this.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35968967.post-116075150496973747</id><published>2006-10-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:58:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so sick rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he chose her over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ever said that he'll come whenever i need him... lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how silly can i be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trust him... we were never meant to be together... it was just a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've now awoken... things are going to be the same again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how its like to be hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... we shouldnn't have even started... we couldnt be together 3 years ago... wat makes me think we cant now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;please.. make it stop... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thank you for the past week... but i think u deserve more than a underground relationship..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why diidnt i realise it earlier... i'm always the one to make the first move... wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how silly can i be. to trust his words when i noe what kind of guy he is... for a moment i actually thought he meant it... i hate myself for everything i felt for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's SOO hard when you talk about her...&lt;br /&gt;because then i know &lt;br /&gt;it's not me you're thinking about &lt;br /&gt;when you're smiling &lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's not me on you're mind when you dream,&lt;br /&gt;it's her. she's so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;how could i be good as her, ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we just broke up cause it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we weren't meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we just weren't meant to be more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept that. Because love is unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always going to mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're the right one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it was the right time for us.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until love comes back to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it the first time&lt;br /&gt;I laid eyes on him. I don't think&lt;br /&gt;I knew it then, but I guess I was falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like him. i really really like him&lt;br /&gt;but im afraid that if one day ill get him&lt;br /&gt;that ill lose him. and that, i just cant handle it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard for her --&lt;br /&gt;everytime she hears your name&lt;br /&gt;she can't help but want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETiMES .. &lt;br /&gt;no matter how long or how hard&lt;br /&gt;you`ve loved someone ..&lt;br /&gt;they`ll never love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no matter how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;you`ll have to be okay with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; when I saw you, &lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember how to breathe…&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't working so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I looked you straight in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp; told you I wanted to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;would you kiss me or walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned around &amp; looked right at me ... and&lt;br /&gt;said nothing.. not even 'hi'. it was as if the times&lt;br /&gt;we had spent together ;; the times i spent loving&lt;br /&gt;him just were not important. as if they had never&lt;br /&gt;even happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to put this off&lt;br /&gt;i want to look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and feel your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;and make the most&lt;br /&gt;of what we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everything comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;the memories, the laughs, the i love you's&lt;br /&gt;and you want nothing more&lt;br /&gt;to share all those with him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i've "stopped liking you," &lt;br /&gt;every time someone says your name, &lt;br /&gt;my head turns right towards them. &lt;br /&gt;it's like everytime i hear it, i think of &lt;br /&gt;all we could have had and all that &lt;br /&gt;could have happened... that didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile when I see other girls with you.&lt;br /&gt;I act like everything is okay, but you don't&lt;br /&gt;know how it feels to be so in love&lt;br /&gt;with someone who doesn't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was something worth tripping over;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know I would fall so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all she really wants is someone who will catch her when she falls &lt;br /&gt;someone to realize her worth &amp; hold her hand for no reason&lt;br /&gt;but the fact that they like the way it fits with theirs, someone &lt;br /&gt;who will sit with her under the stars, kiss her in the pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;look into her eyes &amp; say "you`re the one i`ve been waiting for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a boy, &lt;br /&gt;who tells me he can't stop thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;Who sings to me, even if he can't.&lt;br /&gt;And who could break my heart, &lt;br /&gt;but would never dream of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; he confuses me soo much.&lt;br /&gt;It`s like one day he completley ignores me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; the next he smiles at me &amp;&amp; I can't get&lt;br /&gt;home out of my head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, i love you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed, i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;my emotions. . . .&lt;br /&gt;you've messed them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll never be good enough &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; she needs to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; everyday she puts on a fake smile, &lt;br /&gt;and pretends she's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we even be friends anymore? i'm so sick of this... i want him so bad... but i noe i'm not the one he loves... he keeps saying things to keep my hopes high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you think i dont know? dun underestimate me. i can read all the signs.. feel like msging me but afraid of him by my side? wat about emails? u wouldnt even send me one if i hadn't send u one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i controlled myself... if only... if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up the music, baby.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it can silence the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever want this to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he can cheat with you...&lt;br /&gt;he can cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I feel like things are never gonna change; but then I look back and realize they'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me. thats all i want. just a promise that you will never forget me. tell me i changed you somehow. let me know that i had an impact on your life. promise me that you'll always remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you just want to be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;it was like one of those long, deep&lt;br /&gt;cracks that splinter through the&lt;br /&gt;perfect ice over a pond. it cut right&lt;br /&gt;through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we put up walls,&lt;br /&gt;not too keep people out,&lt;br /&gt;but too see who cares enough&lt;br /&gt;to knock them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay up all night to hear about your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit.. i was holding back... it hurts to see how much he loved her... openly... he can let the world noe he loves her... but not me... i brought this upon myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan him to regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35968967-116075150496973747?l=atrabilious-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/feeds/116075150496973747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35968967&amp;postID=116075150496973747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35968967/posts/default/116075150496973747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35968967/posts/default/116075150496973747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrabilious-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-feeling-so-sick-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>heartbreak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08406698793243118445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
