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just bein' narcissistic and histrionic. can't take my drama? don't read it. :D</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://worthless86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://worthless86.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10030092/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Margarita Kristina Chaves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100644061836246759501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g3lBwU9arTg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4T9t4rUZQE0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MargiesThoughts" /><feedburner:info uri="margiesthoughts" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHQHs_cCp7ImA9WhRXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10030092.post-6043397518953055971</id><published>2011-12-18T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:37:11.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T15:37:11.548-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SENDONG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TS sendong" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help typhoon victims" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cagayan de oro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cdo" /><title>HELP CDO</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E8GKuJpjMho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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MORE INFORMATION : http://cdocity.com/&lt;br /&gt;
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This time is tough. But we, as one community, are tougher.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My hometown, Cagayan de Oro have been ravaged by flash floods brought by Typhoon Sendong (international name: Washi) after 12 hours of nonstop raining on Friday. The pounding rain has caused major rivers in the area to swell up and fatally tear down homes and properties, especially in Cagayan de Oro city and Iligan city.&lt;br /&gt;
The flash flood came wreaking havoc in the evening when it was pitch dark (the electric supply was cut-off earlier in the evening) and most people were sleeping. A region that rarely experiences typhoon, Northern Mindanao was caught defenseless and unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to the Philippine Red Cross, the death toll from all affected areas in southern Philippines is now at 652 and 458 more are missing. In Cagayan de Oro, the area that was hit the hardest, at least 239 people died ? mostly women and children ? and millions of properties have been damaged.&lt;br /&gt;
There are at least 7,947 families cramping in 23 evacuation centers. What are most needed by these victims are food, clothing, water and medicine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How can you help?&lt;br /&gt;
Tabang Sendong continues to accept donations ranging from food, medicine, clothing, potable water, and toiletries to be distributed to areas in and around Cagayan de Oro city that were damaged by the flooding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;LBC will ship your donations for free to those who need it the most. Just drop it off at the LBC branch nearest to you. Let's join together once again in helping our kababayans, together we can make a difference!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PAL flights to Cagayan de Oro and Dipolog will carry free of charge disaster relief donations coming from reputable non-government organizations (NGOs), private companies and religious groups addressed to their designated recipients in Cagayan de Oro and Dipolog. PAL will carry the relief goods as cargo on any of the five daily flights to Cagayan de Oro and five weekly flights to Dipolog using the Airbus A320 and A319 aircraft.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;EMERGENCY FUND &amp; DONATION:&lt;br /&gt;
The University is accepting donations at the Helpdesk set up at the University's front gate or at the Relief Center at the Satellite Canteen near the College of Agriculture building (beside the gymnasium). Personnel and student volunteers are being deployed to buy, pack and deliver relief goods all over the City, under the direction of the University Chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fr. Eric Garcia Velandria S.J. &lt;br /&gt;
Coordinator of Sendong Operation, &lt;br /&gt;
KKP Office, Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan, Corrales Ave.&lt;br /&gt;
9000 Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;
Cash donations can be deposited at this account:&lt;br /&gt;
Account Name: Xavier University&lt;br /&gt;
Account Number: 9331-0133-63&lt;br /&gt;
BPI MAIN BRANCH&lt;br /&gt;
Xavier University Relief Center&lt;br /&gt;
is conducting a relief operation for families affected by Bagyong Sendong.They are asking for donations in&lt;br /&gt;
CASH&lt;br /&gt;
FOOD (noodles, canned goods, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;
BOTTLED WATER and&lt;br /&gt;
CLEAN CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;
You can drop them off at the &lt;br /&gt;
Xavier University KKP-SIO. &lt;br /&gt;
Volunteers also needed @DSWD (Masterson Rd, Upper Carmen). &lt;br /&gt;
Call 09066150095 or 858-8892. Let's help, pleaseOther Useful Information:SMART LIBRENG TAWAG, INTERNET and CELLPHONE CHARGING sa PHILCOM OFFICE, MAX SUNIEL ST. CARMEN (RIGHT BESIDE ACSAT GYM) for those who would like to contact their loved ones who have been affected by the recent FLASHFLOODS. Please tell your friends, family and neighbors!!!! Please repost. - T. Tamayo&lt;br /&gt;
For those live in Manila, you can help us &lt;br /&gt;
For CASH/ CHEQUE donations...(through Simbahang Lingkod)&lt;br /&gt;
Direct deposits may be made online from any BPI branches, pay to:&lt;br /&gt;
SIMBAHANG LINGKOD NG BAYAN (Account Name/Payee)&lt;br /&gt;
Bank of the Philippine Islands (Loyola-Katipunan Branch)&lt;br /&gt;
BPI Peso Checking Account Number: 3081-1111-61&lt;br /&gt;
BPI Dollar Savings Account Number: 3084-0420-12&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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LINK: http://youtu.be/bDI74Q16FCQ&lt;br /&gt;
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Victoria's Secret SUPERModels for 2011-2012 Fashion Show. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Adriana Lima&lt;br /&gt;
Alessandra Ambrosio&lt;br /&gt;
Behati Prinsloo&lt;br /&gt;
Candice Swanepoel&lt;br /&gt;
Chanel Iman&lt;br /&gt;
Doutzen Kroes&lt;br /&gt;
Erin Heatherton&lt;br /&gt;
Lily Aldridge&lt;br /&gt;
Lindsay Ellingson&lt;br /&gt;
Miranda Kerr&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Themes for the 2011 Victoria's Secret show, Ballet, Super Angels, Passion Play, Angels Aquatic, I Put a Spell on You and Club Pink&lt;br /&gt;
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Musicians LIVE: Kanye West, Jay-Z, Maroon 5, Nicki Minaj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-562981267402055229?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, which crosses over several Marvel superhero films including Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2, Thor and Captain America: The First Avenger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cast:&lt;br /&gt;
Robert Downey, Jr. - Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;
Chris Evans - Captain America&lt;br /&gt;
Mark Ruffalo - Hulk&lt;br /&gt;
Chris Hemsworth - Thor&lt;br /&gt;
Scarlett Johansson - Black Widow&lt;br /&gt;
Jeremy Renner - Hawkeye&lt;br /&gt;
Samuel L. Jackson - Nick Fury&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Release Date: May 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-1757859069208457172?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;For me, the definition is somewhat inaccurate. When you try to achieve your goal, you put a great deal of effort and time and energy into achieving it. Trying to finish your goal may be your ultimate achievement but just when you're working at anything, there are always new things you discover, things you learn, and a sense of achievement by the very experience of TRYING to achieve something.&amp;nbsp;You can never do anything without learning something or gaining valuable experience. Even if you do not finish your desired outcome, it's not failure because you've gained something from the experience, you learned a good amount of knowledge and experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So, not finishing your ultimate goal or getting the desired outcome you want, it's not failure. The only failure is in not trying at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-6911711106830125860?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Love this song, definitely how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-9076583591728928439?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was a usual Sunday, had a dose of close family ties, we, filipinos always love. And it's always that good feeling we get after hearing God's word. Had lunch around 12,&amp;nbsp;traveled&amp;nbsp;for about 2 hours, and ate dinner at a friends place, it was just the right amount of socializing. hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather is still not cooperating. Wind is just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day went by fast but had a little time to tidy the things Rory and I bought from the grocery store and to write something here that doesn't really matter. lol&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, got to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S&lt;br /&gt;
My Rory is kinda sad tonight, Miami Heat didn't win NBA Championship so he's off venting his anger playing DOTA and killing everyone who stand in his way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;A great relationship is about 2 main things. 1st, find out the similarities. 2nd, respect the differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23DamnItsTrue" rel="nofollow" style="color: #2fc2ef; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="#DamnItsTrue"&gt;#DamnItsTrue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-4781234352346687557?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Right now, I am in a situation where I can't adopt. Adjusting to a new environment is really hard.&amp;nbsp;I am so used to being in my comfort zone that I forgot that I need this. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have so many thoughts running through my head, it's like a tornado. I am so pressured with everything that I lose my concentration. I easily forget things. I struggle with almost everything right now. I have struggle trying to be calm, struggle to remember IMPORTANT things, struggle to adjust, struggle to be confident. I am so scared that I am screwing up. =(&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am stressing about simple things but for someone like me, I don't know how to cope sometimes. I feel I'm strong enough, but, right now, I feel like I really don't have any courage. I am scared, scared of this new -- new everything. It's haunting me. It's daunting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that I will be fine. I know that everything will be okay or it could get a lot worse, but, I know it could also get a lot better than it is right now. I just have to believe in me and put all the anxiety away.&lt;br /&gt;
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God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-3287374676085552396?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every time me and my friends go out and of course we do talk about girl stuff and I hear myself giving advice about trust and not being jealous and after giving some talk about that shit, i end up feeling a hypocrite. I have no right to be talking about that because I am having problems dealing with jealousy. It's an emotion that is painful. It hurts to be jealous because it torments my thoughts and it's hard to just not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am insecure and jealous because I have fears of&amp;nbsp;abandonment, feelings&amp;nbsp;of betrayal and anger and I feel threatened. Is jealousy inevitable? Yes. In some point of a person's life, he/she feels jealous of something or someone. Is it natural? Maybe. But for how long does one person feel jealous?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, lately, I am beginning to see changes. I'm not really sure if I've overcome my jealous ways but I know that it's been awhile I have not felt that feeling of "jealousy" anymore. Maybe I&amp;nbsp;just forgot about it and just moved on. Maybe I've realized that there's nothing there I should feel jealous about. Whatever the reasons are, I know it feels good not to be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10030092-5825935130734760438?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am grateful I have someone that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am grateful that I am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;I am completely and totally content and satisfied with my relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;I have all the love I could possibly want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;I am often reminded how lucky I am to have him in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;This is the man who I love and loves me in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;I can't stop talking about how happy I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Love is in me. Love is all around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwYRLCAEGPw"&gt;Our 5th Anniversary&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay. So, this week isn’t the picture perfect one I was hoping for but it was “okay”. It’s rough. I mean, one told me that life is hard, but who said it’s going to be easy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saturday, I broke down and cried. I was crying silently in the hopes that none of them would hear my sobs. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reality hits harder and I’m screaming from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Okay, I’m having word salad. My thoughts are so disorganized, I can’t think straight. I feel lost and disoriented and I don’t know where to turn and find that escape. I’m sitting here, trying to put into words my thoughts of … I don’t know. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, I'm going to let you know how it feels to be ignored. Having to hide how disappointed I am can be draining. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was always told to forgive but I think I may have crossed some lines and made myself look stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; There’s no one who can help me, so I need to stand up for myself. It’s painful when I get too emotional. I’m so sad right now that I need someone here to reassure me that things will be okay. And I’m contradicting myself now. See?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything’s happening so fast now, like someone is fast forwarding the time to the state of end. Arrrggghhh… I think so much, it’s stressful. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;
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A good book would be nice, so it can take me somewhere else and be someone else. Take me away from my messy world. A place where I could feel I’m at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have issues. Everybody does. I'm just a little more blunt about mine.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&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/10030092-8467367253905468844?l=worthless86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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