<?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-5817113164552819700</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:53:06.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-298253183875689086</id><published>2009-08-28T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:57:42.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole not being sad thing</title><content type='html'>isn't working too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just more bullshit&lt;br /&gt;ah...ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just continue to try my hardest to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna fail so bad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-298253183875689086?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/298253183875689086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/whole-not-being-sad-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/298253183875689086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/298253183875689086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/whole-not-being-sad-thing.html' title='the whole not being sad thing'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-848371812775201977</id><published>2009-08-26T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:20:22.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today someone asked me</title><content type='html'>why my blog is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. I guess I just write about all the shitty stuff going on in my life and totally ignore the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today for example. Sure, there was some shitty things. But instead of making this post about the shitty things.. I'm only going to mention the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at this Photography workshop since monday. Tomorrow is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised at how much I've been enjoying it. Today I took like 100 pictures of some flowers and shit. It was really fun and I have some amazing photos to show from it. Some photos that I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;The kind in those little boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Those can always make me smile, even when I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Apple Juice is my best friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that has really made today good.&lt;br /&gt;A cute boy smiled at me on the subway. The best part about it is I wasn't even looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it. &lt;br /&gt;Most days on the subway I'm always trying to get a guy to look at me. To make me feel better about myself. And I never find it.&lt;br /&gt;But today I walked into the train and just stood there. I got a feeling someone was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I look up and there is this cute guy looking at me. &lt;br /&gt;At first he looked surprised that I looked back at him. Then he gave me a shy smile. And I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made 2 decisions today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop focusing on all the crappy stuff and focus on the good stuff. I don't remember how it was brought up with my mom, but I came to the conclusion that if you're always trying to make the bad things better, you'll completely forget about the good things. But if you focus more on the good things, and try to make them even better, it will over power the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;(I felt super smart for coming up on this by myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop looking for things and just let them come to me instead. For years I've been looking for friends and looking for boys and looking for happiness. But I never really got it, cause I was looking so hard. People (such as my mom) have told me that I need to stop looking for it. I never believed them. But now I do. I guess you have to experience something to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;I hope that wasn't sad.&lt;br /&gt;I tried :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-848371812775201977?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/848371812775201977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-someone-asked-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/848371812775201977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/848371812775201977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-someone-asked-me.html' title='Today someone asked me'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-9077195944078551156</id><published>2009-08-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:37:35.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>I just did something stupid&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;I just want...to stop feeling everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have a headache&lt;br /&gt;taking even more tylenol would not be smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this headache is getting worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted...&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think I'll do it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-9077195944078551156?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/9077195944078551156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/9077195944078551156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/9077195944078551156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-normal.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-4679011256424824371</id><published>2009-08-09T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:29:44.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so stupid</title><content type='html'>about.. a lot of things right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what is is. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still feeling like I'm fucking everything up&lt;br /&gt;like being here with dad&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to spend time with him... and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushing him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;he tried to hug me. and I pushed him off of me.&lt;br /&gt;not just a little push.&lt;br /&gt;a big one. he almost fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as soon as I get back to mums she's gonna ask me how it went&lt;br /&gt;what does she want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;"yeah mom, it was great"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But I just feel like I can't get close with my dad anymore&lt;br /&gt;cause everytime I do....I fuck it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when we went to Bermuda&lt;br /&gt;That whole time I felt like we were becoming so much closer.&lt;br /&gt;then on the day we leave he fucking tells me he had a girlfriend for the past 6 months&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly...everything that happened in Bermuda totally disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it makes him feel that the only thing that I can remember from that trip is him telling us about fucking Sandra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how I feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm in this fucking house is for this room&lt;br /&gt;The only place on the entire planet that I can go and be by myself&lt;br /&gt;The only place I can just sit and cry and not have to worry about anything&lt;br /&gt;The only place I can escape from the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba wants to take me shopping for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;she gave me 100 dollars cash in a cute little "Happy Birthday Granddaughter" card.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat in everything I try on&lt;br /&gt;nothing fucking fits the way I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;Either my boobs are too big&lt;br /&gt;or my fucking thighs are too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for once something didn't fit because I was too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ugly and gross and fat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly would rather be anyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus...I've been feeling like I really need to....uhm.&lt;br /&gt;and I can't go shopping if there is fucking...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just crawl into a deep dark whole forever&lt;br /&gt;no one would even notice I was gone anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-4679011256424824371?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/4679011256424824371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-so-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4679011256424824371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4679011256424824371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-so-stupid.html' title='I feel so stupid'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-1932418616746318139</id><published>2009-07-28T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:29:47.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nevermind</title><content type='html'>nevermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1932418616746318139?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1932418616746318139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-biggest-obsession-with-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1932418616746318139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1932418616746318139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-biggest-obsession-with-this-song.html' title='nevermind'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-8149745142552543273</id><published>2009-07-28T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:45:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It amazes me</title><content type='html'>that the only guys who ever seem interested in me are the sluts&lt;br /&gt;the ones who go around telling all the girls the exact same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're good talkers&lt;br /&gt;good liars&lt;br /&gt;good actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make you believe you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in reality&lt;br /&gt;you're only one of the 5 he's already told this too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fakegod&lt;br /&gt;can I have one good boy please&lt;br /&gt;just one...that's all I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could handle being a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-8149745142552543273?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/8149745142552543273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-amazes-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/8149745142552543273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/8149745142552543273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-amazes-me.html' title='It amazes me'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-1212813180015233686</id><published>2009-07-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:35:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 doesn't feel any different from 15&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop expecting so much from things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to think of it, people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehh, let's just hope 16 is gonna be better than 15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1212813180015233686?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1212813180015233686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1212813180015233686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1212813180015233686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-4923025910641490054</id><published>2009-07-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:51:05.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct me if I'm wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but lying doesn't = caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't lie to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;you don't hurt them by telling them you don't have feelings for them anymore&lt;br /&gt;when really you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't you hurt just her instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had something :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-4923025910641490054?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/4923025910641490054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/correct-me-if-im-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4923025910641490054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4923025910641490054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/correct-me-if-im-wrong.html' title='Correct me if I&apos;m wrong'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-5533204716483227875</id><published>2009-07-20T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:22:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is falling apart. yet again</title><content type='html'>remember that boy?&lt;br /&gt;fuck him and everything I ever said about him&lt;br /&gt;he never cared&lt;br /&gt;he never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to live with dad for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;that went to shit&lt;br /&gt;he's not going to change. he mentally and emotionally can not change the way he treats me&lt;br /&gt;and I dont even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;he's never acted like a father...so why do I think that's gonna change now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I please have a good guy in my life?&lt;br /&gt;just one&lt;br /&gt;and can he come soon please&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fucking lose it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-5533204716483227875?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/5533204716483227875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-falling-apart-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5533204716483227875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5533204716483227875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-falling-apart-yet-again.html' title='everything is falling apart. yet again'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-1541852924992134467</id><published>2009-07-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:36:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm sitting in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;almost falling asleep and playing with Alanas iPod touch...which I'm hoping to have one of my own in about 12 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And fucking Mr. Jones is being his smilely self teaching the kids things that they should have learned in grade 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And treating all of us like were idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Do. You. Know. What. A. Herbivore is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no fucking shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And then I started thinking about how I have to see dad tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; not looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cause I know as soon as I see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm going to feel either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;angry and want to punch him straight in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sad and want to run into his arms and give him a huge hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; totally emotionless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hope it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but most likely it's gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; with a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;not fun at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so I started to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;thank god I sit in the back corner of the class room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mr Jones even said to me at the end of the class that I'm so quiet at the back that he forgot I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which means he didn't see me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and I finally got to eat something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which again is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss nora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1541852924992134467?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1541852924992134467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-sitting-in-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1541852924992134467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1541852924992134467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-sitting-in-class.html' title='So, I&apos;m sitting in class'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-3626368015574262760</id><published>2009-07-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:54:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>didn't have dinner last night&lt;br /&gt;stayed up late working on comic for english&lt;br /&gt;woke up late&lt;br /&gt;got to school late&lt;br /&gt;didn't have a lunch&lt;br /&gt;had no money to get home&lt;br /&gt;walked for a straight hour to get home&lt;br /&gt;blisters on the bottom of my feet&lt;br /&gt;no money when I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call sydney&lt;br /&gt;and shes like "come down to the pool"&lt;br /&gt;if I'm going to sit in the sun for a few hours I'm gonna need something to eat. cause I already feel like I'm going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;so I ask her if there is any food or money&lt;br /&gt;she says no&lt;br /&gt;so I asked her if she ate anything today&lt;br /&gt;"yeah. mum gave me $20 this morning"&lt;br /&gt;mum only gave me $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that feels nice&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be mad about money&lt;br /&gt;but it's not the money thing&lt;br /&gt;it's the food&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if maybe I'm kinda hungry, cause I havent eaten in over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sydney comes back from the pool&lt;br /&gt;I open the door for her and instead of saying "sorry about not having any money left over" she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ew. Shelby, you're so fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I pushed her out the door&lt;br /&gt;and locked both locks&lt;br /&gt;which she doesn't have keys for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sit around and let her say shit like that to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-3626368015574262760?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/3626368015574262760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/didnt-have-dinner-last-night-stayed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/3626368015574262760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/3626368015574262760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/didnt-have-dinner-last-night-stayed-up.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-7450211807206600480</id><published>2009-07-12T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:33:55.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll look at the time randomly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and it will be 11:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've seen it at least once a day&lt;/span&gt; for the past 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and I keep wishing for the same thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;doubt it's gonna happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but a girl can dream, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-7450211807206600480?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/7450211807206600480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/1111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7450211807206600480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7450211807206600480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-7144413753267968267</id><published>2009-07-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:44:23.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hate it when people just stop talking to you. You feel like you want to say something to them instead, but because of how the last conversation ended you feel it would be more appropriate for them to say something first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But obviously they never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I'm sitting here, wondering what the fuck I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;well...I did a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but...I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If he didn't like me anymore...he would have said something about it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;of course he would&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;of course he wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;he's too nice. and keeps shit to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I just wish he would say something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to let me know he hasn't totally forgotten about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm thinking about this kid&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-7144413753267968267?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/7144413753267968267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7144413753267968267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7144413753267968267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-people.html' title='I hate people'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-5854432308561386421</id><published>2009-07-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:26:40.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is exactly what I needed :)</title><content type='html'>for the second time I've checked lw since I left&lt;br /&gt;the first time was for Lallypops topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I wanted to check my whiteboard to see if anyone had noticed&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;yes. stupid. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed Aaron so much.&lt;br /&gt;And seeing that he wrote something totally made me feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm starting to cry more...cause I really need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm in such a down mood anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's making me hate myself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone so bad&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-5854432308561386421?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/5854432308561386421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-exactly-what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5854432308561386421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5854432308561386421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-exactly-what-i-needed.html' title='This is exactly what I needed :)'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-1784866396709729106</id><published>2009-07-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:52:20.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's leaving...for good</title><content type='html'>fucking stupid Sue.&lt;br /&gt;fucking sending Wilson away.&lt;br /&gt;my only true guy friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;me and Wilson have been friends for what. 4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;he's my longest friend in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;and his fucking mother is fucking sending him away to Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;I think he might end up killing him.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Harvey is not a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who can see how amazing Wilson is? and how much he deserves a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue has no idea how much this will affect people here. like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Wilson told me I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to grab him and hug him as hard as I could and just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we barely talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;but I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sue. Take fucking responsibility for how much you've fucked up your family. Sending the kid that is trying to help the mess you've made will not make it go away. Never will. So fucking do something that will actually HELP your fucked up family. Wilson is the most sane of them all...and that's a surprise to most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix your shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1784866396709729106?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1784866396709729106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1784866396709729106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1784866396709729106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/he.html' title='He&apos;s leaving...for good'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-8901608351046162906</id><published>2009-07-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:50:44.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to go to ponds more often</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I woke up at 5:30 today. It was retarded. Why I woke up at 5:30. I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I fell back asleep and woke up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But waaaay too late. 8:20 actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I leave for school at 8, so it wasn't a very good start to the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was hoping today would be better, seeing as last night I was up till 3 bawling in bed about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdtUR_KibEs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;thats what triggered the crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The part that really gets to me is when he yells "So leave me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;whenever he mentions the leaving thing during this song I cry harder than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When I first heard it I thought it was a love song...about a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But at the concert Josh said it was about his heroin addiction when he was 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And that made me cry at the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so 8:20 this morning. I jump out of bed. fall over cause I trip on everything cause my eyes are so fucking swollen from last night. I stay in what I wore to bed. throw on my zebra sweater, brush my teeth. slop on some eyeliner. grab 10 bucks and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;without my keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;got to school just in time for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;school seemed to go by too fast today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but through most of science I was scratching with no nails and writing down the lyrics to lover dearest instead of listening to shit about covalent bonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;lunch was boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;like always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I didn't go by Tim Hortons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so I couldn't be reminded about someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I was thinking about him anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and how badly I felt I fucked up...which helped the crying last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;after school I get to the apartment and realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh fuck. I dont have keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so I call sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;shes out with lydia somewhere and wont be home for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so I go to highpark and just walk till I find somewhere I want to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;walking through highpark is so depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;everyone is cuddled on blankets with the one they love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and sitting on benches holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and walking and kissing and huging and laughing and smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;in the middle of all of this is shelby. almost crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I finally found what I wanted to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which was the tree that looks like its pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I love that tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's right by the pond. I was hoping to see some ducks but I didn't see any as I was walking to the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Then I saw them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I sat right at the edge of the water. right infront of the geese and ducks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;they were not scared at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it was really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and death cab wasn't on my ipod anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;now it was the songs that make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hated crying last night. but I wanted it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I just wanted to cry right there. alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;before I could get into an intense crying moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;some fucking kids ran up to the geese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;scared most away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;threw rocks at them. spat on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wanted to kill those kids for hurting the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and after that it was like everyone coming to see the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wasn't alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which meant no crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I could have gone back to the pregnant tree, where I would be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But it felt like the birds understood how much I needed someone right then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a bunch of them sat all around me. It was nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then I started thinking about everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mainly this boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I really don't like how much I think about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but today was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't think anything has changed with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know I told him I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cause for a while it felt like ever since he told me he liked me it was less cute and more ignoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and that's why I was reading through old conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cause I miss him calling me cute all the time. I miss him wanting to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and it didn't feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I thought about it today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and he does call my cute. he is still sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was changing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's like I wanted to start drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;like I wanted to fuck it all up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to prove to myself that I don't deserve to be happy. or to feel loved. or liked. or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I do....don't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I deserve to have someone who cares about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;someone who wants to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was just making it up. to make my life more dramatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and I don't like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It made me think of another Marianas Trench song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4h_Gde6XB9E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I love this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's kinda how I feel now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"And I can't find my breathe, can we just say the rest with no sound."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"And I do want you know I think you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Maybe it's me, maybe I only see, what I want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that last one is so me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I make up things and feelings all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cause it just hurts me over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as I left high park I felt like crying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I couldn't mum was home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and she had already sent a text asking if I was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I have to act like I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or she'll think it's all because of dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which it is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there was more that I wanted to write...about the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm just gonna let him be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and just let whatever happen, happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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often'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-1462732136795945466</id><published>2009-07-08T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:35:18.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need rain</title><content type='html'>rain has always been able to make...or help me cry.&lt;br /&gt;and right now...I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry and just release. in a healthy way.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have a big cry tonight I'm afraid I might-nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's pretty sunny I will have to make my own rain&lt;br /&gt;I plan to just sit in the shower for like 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;blast some Death Cab, think about shit and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope this works...if not....I'll have to find something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1462732136795945466?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1462732136795945466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1462732136795945466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1462732136795945466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-rain.html' title='I need rain'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-6234502141024276443</id><published>2009-07-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:26:11.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just feels like nothing is going right</title><content type='html'>well..It was going right. but it fucked up&lt;br /&gt;it's like everything was doing great but it died&lt;br /&gt;shit with mum&lt;br /&gt;shit with dad&lt;br /&gt;shit with a guy&lt;br /&gt;it's that last one that's got me most upset&lt;br /&gt;call me an idiot&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't. Care.&lt;br /&gt;so fucking what. I like someone on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;someone I will most likely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; meet&lt;br /&gt;and the chances that I ever do, it wont be for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep doing that thing that I do&lt;br /&gt;where I imagine something amazing happening.&lt;br /&gt;for example&lt;br /&gt;meeting this guy.&lt;br /&gt;and it all seems so perfect and just....wow.&lt;br /&gt;but then I snap back&lt;br /&gt;and realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not gonna happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-6234502141024276443?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/6234502141024276443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-feels-like-nothing-is-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/6234502141024276443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/6234502141024276443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-feels-like-nothing-is-going.html' title='I just feels like nothing is going right'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-7345428017120438136</id><published>2009-07-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:22:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is ruined</title><content type='html'>kinda...not really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started summer school the other day. 2 days so far and I'm ready to rip off my face.&lt;br /&gt;I know like 6 kids in my Science class.&lt;br /&gt;and like 2 in my English class, but I dont talk to them...not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but the weirdest thing happened&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy in my English class. He's pretty cute&lt;br /&gt;during attendance I heard who he was and I was like&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY FUCK"&lt;br /&gt;cause he just happens to be some kid my friend tried to hook me up with&lt;br /&gt;but we never met :/&lt;br /&gt;It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;maaaybe something will happen with that&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want it to&lt;br /&gt;sure, it would be nice to have someone,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; someone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I feel stoopid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-7345428017120438136?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/7345428017120438136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-is-ruined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7345428017120438136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/7345428017120438136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-is-ruined.html' title='Summer is ruined'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-9139125984753612947</id><published>2009-06-30T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:41:46.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;over-react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-9139125984753612947?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/9139125984753612947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>I bet he doesn't even like me</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-6102935058597985712?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/6102935058597985712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bet-he-doesnt-even-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/6102935058597985712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/6102935058597985712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bet-he-doesnt-even-like-me.html' title='I bet he doesn&apos;t even like me'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-5157571933559963198</id><published>2009-06-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:52:25.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidness....like always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fucking fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just have to keep fucking everything up don't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to say the worst thing at the worst time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and do the worst thing at the worst time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hate boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on my mind? a fucking boy&lt;br /&gt;why? cause I'm stupid and hes drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't talk to boys when they're drunk&lt;br /&gt;they say things...that they don't even mean&lt;br /&gt;but they make me fucking believe it&lt;br /&gt;and now I feel like a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is a blog?&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting like its a fucking diary...is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;whatever. its my blog&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;whatafreak&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so wound up&lt;br /&gt;yay over a boy&lt;br /&gt;urrrrgh&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop letting people be able to do this to me&lt;br /&gt;for all I know hes not even real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;He's there&lt;br /&gt;and thats most likely how its going to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-5157571933559963198?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://www.golivewire.com/message-boards.cgi"&gt;Message Boards&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.golivewire.com/forums/profreviews.cgi"&gt;Professor Reviews&lt;/a&gt; sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-3027760791147651096?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/3027760791147651096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/livewiaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/3027760791147651096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/3027760791147651096'/><link rel='alternate' 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And you don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull-fucking-shit&lt;br /&gt;everyone has shit in their life, and no one has the right to tell anyone that they don't have a messed up life&lt;br /&gt;just cause I don't go around talking about all my problems doesn't mean I DON'T HAVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate people&lt;br /&gt;all people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-7414967185119407831?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/7414967185119407831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/urrrghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;"&gt;MOTHERFUCKING YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TODAY IS HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AND MARIANAS TRENCH IS TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have been waiting for this moment for three mother fucking years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so fucking excited cant even control anything!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-1517052276773419914?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/1517052276773419914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-dieeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1517052276773419914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/1517052276773419914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-dieeee.html' title='CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIEEEE!!'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-4924836843307870920</id><published>2009-06-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:02:12.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"so are you going into college next year?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;WHAT!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;NOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm 15, I've still got 2 years left of highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hate it when people think I'm so much older than I actually am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It makes me feel so awkward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"so you're like 18, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"ummm, uggh....no, actually.....I'm *cough*15"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Then I feel so young and immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wish I looked my age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-4924836843307870920?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/4924836843307870920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4924836843307870920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/4924836843307870920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/age.html' title='Age is stupid!'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-5111531865015412394</id><published>2009-06-17T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:28:33.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;is stupud whats he point ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its like not fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its broing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;your'e doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its not fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;whats fun is being awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yaaaah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-5111531865015412394?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/5111531865015412394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5111531865015412394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5111531865015412394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-5216073679200116807</id><published>2009-06-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:52:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Breath I Take Till The Day I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;I still don't get this blogging thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;I hate looking at pictures of ex's or crushes or whatever&lt;br /&gt;especially the really hot ones&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair&lt;br /&gt;cause everything comes flying back&lt;br /&gt;goodtimes&lt;br /&gt;badtimes&lt;br /&gt;it suuucks assssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817113164552819700-5216073679200116807?l=sheebobee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/feeds/5216073679200116807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-breath-i-take-till-day-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5216073679200116807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817113164552819700/posts/default/5216073679200116807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheebobee.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-breath-i-take-till-day-i-die.html' title='Every Breath I Take Till The Day I Die'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654057846962186962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_v_td9SXGY/SlmKtI554WI/AAAAAAAAABw/e2MiqEGH360/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817113164552819700.post-873927144975801563</id><published>2009-06-17T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:39:54.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming With A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;someone remind me to never share my dream with the person who's actually in the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I woke up feeling so happy about this dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but as soon as I tell him, I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's not that I thought more about it and realized it was a shitty dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was his reaction to my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was hoping he would say something cute about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but he didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole is never gonna hear another one of my dreams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;someone remind me to ask Nora to analyze it later, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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