<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQNQHY7eyp7ImA9WhRSGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205</id><updated>2011-11-21T09:26:31.803-08:00</updated><title>Don't Give Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQNQHY6fyp7ImA9WhRSGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-278327753690572664</id><published>2011-11-21T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:26:31.817-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-21T09:26:31.817-08:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e vinte sete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Com o tempo vamos aprendendo, vamos nos divertindo, ou seja, vamos vivendo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Na vida existem caminhos diferentes e é a nós que nos cabe escolher aquele que achamos melhor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Existem pessoas que entram na nossa vida apenas por uma passagem.. Outras entram apenas para arruinarem aquele bom momento que estamos a passar. Como costumo dizer: ' a nós é que nós cabe escolher quem entra e fica na nossa vida'; e por vezes nós vamos na conversa de muita gente. E hoje em dia temos de ver quem são os verdadeiros amigos e as verdadeiras pessoas que gostam de nós. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Por vezes o melhor é esquecer, mas enquanto não esquecemos estamos sempre a pensar:&lt;/div&gt;
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'Se eu não tivesse desistido teria acontecido alguma coisa?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-1686414246315739133?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/1686414246315739133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=1686414246315739133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/1686414246315739133?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/1686414246315739133?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/11/cento-e-vinte-seis.html' title='$ Cento e vinte seis'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAJTlITN0HU/TsKXndGrWkI/AAAAAAAABTY/lPge0d6iyuU/s72-c/tumblr_lkhl2o3xFR1qhhf74o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8CSH07fSp7ImA9WhRSE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-8111693060127270625</id><published>2011-11-14T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:14:29.305-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-14T14:14:29.305-08:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e vinte cinco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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'Toda a gente repara que o&amp;nbsp;álcool&amp;nbsp;e o tabaco&amp;nbsp;prejudicam&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;saúde, mas ninguém repara que o amor estraga o coração.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-8111693060127270625?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/8111693060127270625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=8111693060127270625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/8111693060127270625?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/8111693060127270625?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/11/cento-e-vinte-cinco.html' title='$ Cento e vinte cinco'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIV3922Qpaw/TsGSvXFROQI/AAAAAAAABTI/5vMfXlwuZYU/s72-c/tumblr_li0gi8go8A1qhhf74o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUASHs9cCp7ImA9WhRSE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-961455407857573210</id><published>2011-11-14T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:47:29.568-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-14T13:47:29.568-08:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e vinte e quatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Gostava de perceber, porque é que consigo desculpar sempre as pessoas que mais me magoam :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-961455407857573210?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/961455407857573210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=961455407857573210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/961455407857573210?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/961455407857573210?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/11/cento-e-vinte-e-quatro.html' title='$ Cento e vinte e quatro'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h2f0RlLJmk/TsGLbtFnoGI/AAAAAAAABSM/_Zry5v2Roqc/s72-c/tumblr_lay6ebIbda1qcoe5ho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAGRH4zcCp7ImA9WhRSEUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-6413897633586648867</id><published>2011-11-12T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:52:05.088-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-12T08:52:05.088-08:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e vinte e três</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Tenho reparado que a maior parte das minhas amigas sofrem todas por 'rapazes', sinceramente eu não.&lt;br /&gt;
Deito o coração a larga, já sofri uma vez e&amp;nbsp;sinceramente não irei ir abaixo mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;
O melhor é acreditar-mos em nos mesmas e esquecer quem nos magoa.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que a medida que o tempo passa, noto que já não ligo aquilo que o coração sente.&lt;br /&gt;
Ligo mais ao que a cabeça quer...&lt;br /&gt;
Aprendo muito com estas 'lições', aprendo que quem nos ama não nos magoa nem sequer uma&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;vez...&lt;br /&gt;
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'Deprimir é para os fracos, passar por quem nos magoou a sorrir é ato de coragem! '&lt;/div&gt;
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Sobrevivo a tudo. Nunca disse que não conseguia sem tentar, raramente baixo a cabeça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Só desisto quando vir que não tenho possibilidades nenhumas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Odeio mentiras, esquemas, historias mal contadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ODEIO pessoas que brinquem com os sentimentos das outras.&lt;/div&gt;
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ODEIO que me olhem de lado.&lt;/div&gt;
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A pior coisa que me podem fazer é brincar com os meus sentimentos e com os das pessoas que me são mais próximas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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É verdade, tenho muitos amigos... Estão sempre lá...&lt;/div&gt;
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Houve quem brincasse com os meus sentimentos durante algum tempo ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E juro que daqui em diante nunca mais irei conseguir encarar com essa pessoa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Acho que se for&amp;nbsp;minimamente inteligente vai descobrir com o tempo, mas eu não irei dar justificações.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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é por isto que as raparigas dizem que os rapazes são todos iguais...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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No inicio começam todos com falinhas mansas, &amp;nbsp;no final terminam tudo a dizer :&lt;/div&gt;
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-Nunca passas-te de um passatempo para mim.&lt;/div&gt;
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OU&lt;/div&gt;
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- Nunca gostei de ti.&lt;/div&gt;
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É por isso que sou mais feliz solteira...&lt;/div&gt;
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Já pensaram bem na quantidade de pessoas que nos magoam?&lt;/div&gt;
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Por vezes não reparamos, mas normalmente as pessoas que nos costumam magoar são sempre aquelas em quem nós temos confiança, são normalmente aquelas que sabem praticamente tudo. Com tudo isto começo a ficar um pouco confusa, já não sei em quem possa confiar. Até ontem pensava que tinha ali um amigo em que podia confiar e contar. Um amigo que muitas vezes me dava sermões, muitas vezes tinha razão... Nunca o deixei de ouvir, nunca o abandonei em nada. Ele soube muitos dos meus maiores problemas e na verdade ajudou-me muito. Eu não lhe chamava melhor amigo, aliás, nunca chamei e daqui em diante nem sei se consigo chamar-lhe amigo. Sei que mudei, tenho a certeza, estou mais forte, mais preocupada comigo&amp;nbsp;própria. Mas continuo a mesma pessoa de sempre, consigo dar conselhos, consigo apoiar quem precisa do meu apoio, sou a mesma, apesar de haver ligeiras diferenças. Antes ouvia e ouvia até ao dia em que me fartava... Agora não, agora a&amp;nbsp;paciência&amp;nbsp;acabou, fartei que me magoassem, fartei que me vissem como um&amp;nbsp;género&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;psicóloga que tem como obrigação ajudar os outros, mas os outros não têm obrigação de me ajudar. Já disse a várias pessoas, mas continuaram na mesma,... Eu passei por fazes complicadas e quem me ajudou na verdade? Duas ou três pessoas... Mas quando já é ao contrario já não são duas nem três, são logo dezassete ou dezoito pessoas!Gosto que tenham confiança em mim, gosto que me peçam ajuda, isso é sinal que consigo ajudar, que sou boa amiga.. Mas também gosto que me ajudem quando me vêm com uma lágrima no canto do olho, gosto que me apoiem. Não há muito tempo que tive super mal e quem me ajudou? Os mesmos de sempre! E é por essas pessoas que eu vou até ao fim do mundo! É por elas que faço tudo, pois elas também fazem de tudo para me verem com um enorme sorriso na cara. Depois existem aquele&amp;nbsp;género&amp;nbsp;de amigos que nos esfregam na cara aquilo que já fizeram por nós, mas esses amigos não vêm aquilo que nós já fizemos e fazemos por eles! Ontem disseram-me : Estás diferente. Estás fria.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fria? Não, não sou fria. Sou fria para quem me magoou já vezes sem conta e eu mesmo assim fecho os olhos e desculpo. A quem ainda me diga : Afinal que raio de amiga és tu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sou aquela amiga que está sempre lá, nos bons, nos maus, em todos os momentos! Mas também gosto que estejam lá quando eu preciso. Já fiz muito por muita gente, já fiquei vezes sem conta de castigo por causa de me&amp;nbsp;prejudicar&amp;nbsp;na escola, eu levava as coisas mesmo mais&amp;nbsp;insignificantes&amp;nbsp;que fossem... Levava-as sempre atraveçadas, queria estudar, acham que conseguia?&amp;nbsp;Óbvio&amp;nbsp;que não! Só pensava nos problemas que os meus 'amigos' tinham. E eles pensam nos meus desta forma? Ah pois, nem todos não é? Então talvez seja melhor pensar nesta forma só mesmo para aqueles que pensam assim nos meus problemas! Outra... Só ligo a uns, a outros não! Esta é nova para mim, ligo a todos,&amp;nbsp;óbvio&amp;nbsp;que primeiro que tudo ponho os melhores amigos e depois sim vêm os amigos normais! Não gosto de todos de forma igual, sim isso é verdade...Identifico-me mais com uns do que com outros, gosto mais de falar com uns do que com outros!&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu digo tudo o que penso não é? Talvez se fosse menos sincera fosse melhor...&lt;/div&gt;
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Obrigada por me aturares, por me ajudares.&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que não sou fácil de levar, depende dos dias...&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que me adoras muito e eu também te adoro,...&lt;br /&gt;
Por vezes digo coisas da boca para fora que na verdade eu não as sinto.&lt;br /&gt;
Nem te dei como deve de ser os parabéns, já estava atrasada e só me lembrei que hoje fazias anos quando saí...&lt;br /&gt;
Então depois resolvi mandar-te uma sms...&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que não foi a melhor maneira, mas tenho andado com a cabeça a mil!&lt;br /&gt;
Testes e mais testes, sinceramente não tenho tido os resultados que gostarias, mas prometo que vou aplicar-me.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando resmungas comigo digo muitas vezes aquilo que não sinto.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sabes bem que és das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Os melhores amigos não são aqueles que guardam um segredo...&lt;br /&gt;
Amigos são aqueles que lutam pela nossa felicidade todos os dias, que nos dizem que somos das pessoas mais importantes,são aqueles que lutam p'ra que tenhamos tudo aquilo que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos ajudam nos momentos que precisamos, que estão sempre lá para nos dar um sermão e mais importante que tudo... São aqueles que fazem de nos um ser importante.&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada, obrigada mesmo... Amo-te &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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Acho que em certas alturas fui um pouco parva...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora já penso de maneira diferente. Acho que não devemos esconder aquilo que sentimos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aliás acho que devemos dizer sempre tudo, mesmo que custe. Depois iremos nos sentir muito melhor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas normalmente quando não estou nos meu melhores dias, ou quando não estou bem que fazem quase todos? Não querem saber, voltam costas e desandam!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tentam acabar com a minha felicidade e por-me confusa e sinceramente para ter amigos assim prefiro ter&amp;nbsp;inimigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-315516709925156909?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/315516709925156909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=315516709925156909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/315516709925156909?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/315516709925156909?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/10/cento-e-catorze.html' title='$ Cento e catorze'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PRC62fEF7c/Tq7p2ZsuViI/AAAAAAAABOY/Ye_yyZ4P5MY/s72-c/DSC00922%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkEDR3g-eCp7ImA9WhRTEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-6613930313935364246</id><published>2011-10-31T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:04:36.650-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-31T10:04:36.650-07:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e treze</title><content type='html'>Odeio que se&amp;nbsp;intrometam&amp;nbsp;na minha vida! Não sei qual é a piada de dizerem que nada do que faço está certo!&lt;br /&gt;
Olhem lamento informar, mas ninguém é perfeito, toda a gente comete erros...&lt;br /&gt;
E sinceramente não poderei sempre estar a pensar nas&amp;nbsp;consequências!&lt;br /&gt;
Neste preciso momento estou apenas interessada no Presente e vou fazer aquilo que eu achar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poderei não ser a mais bonita, a mais inteligente, mas por o menos não imito aquelas que são chamadas de 'melhores'. Apenas sou eu mesma todos os dias e não me interessa aquilo que os outros pensam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não me contento com pouco, sou completamente viciada naquelas pessoas que me fazem feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Odeio pessoas que falam mal das outras quando as outras não estão por perto, mas depois quando estão fazem-lhe 'boa cara'. Sou&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;de entender, tenho um feitio um bocado complicado.Odeio insegurança, gosto de confiança. Sou um pouco pessimista.&amp;nbsp;Não suporto que me olhem de lado, gosto de pessoas demasiado diretas.Sou aquilo que sou e na verdade tenho orgulho em sê-lo.&amp;nbsp;Gosto de diferença, odeio pessoas intrometidas.&amp;nbsp;Prefiro amizade ao amor, pois sem amizade nunca existiria amor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os meus medos são de perder apenas tudo aquilo que tenho.Adoro matemática, apesar de quase toda a gente odiar...Gosto de inovações, odeio que me pressionem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou seja, gosto que as pessoas gostem de mim por aquilo que eu sou e não por aquilo que elas querem que eu seja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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'À medida que o tempo vai passando, mais certezas tenho que 'histórias' de&amp;nbsp;príncipes&amp;nbsp;e princesas não passam apenas de contos, onde a principal mentira é a parte em que ficam juntos e felizes para sempre.' :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-2450068372040788193?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/2450068372040788193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=2450068372040788193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/2450068372040788193?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/2450068372040788193?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/10/medida-que-o-tempo-vai-passando-mais.html' title='$ Cento e onze'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3_K-01sOUA/TqgxYNX2uKI/AAAAAAAABMs/VrvCs17Hygs/s72-c/tumblr_ljo7ipgBTd1qhhf74o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUFSHw6eSp7ImA9WhdaFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-4743518104506201145</id><published>2011-10-25T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:56:59.211-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-25T08:56:59.211-07:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e dez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'Eu gosto de gente bem humorada, de riso fácil, de abraço apertado. Gente de coração. Gente que faz amigos pela amizade e ama só pelo amor.'&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/5340349964191089205-4743518104506201145?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/4743518104506201145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=4743518104506201145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/4743518104506201145?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/4743518104506201145?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/10/cento-e-dez.html' title='$ Cento e dez'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcBQnk-eSp7ImA9WhdaFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-796360959879428372</id><published>2011-10-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:54:13.751-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-25T08:54:13.751-07:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e nove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Foram muitos os dias em que tu me disses-te: 'esquece o que te magoa e procura aquilo que te faz sentir bem'.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem duvida alguma que não preciso de dizer que és das melhores, pois tu sabes bem aquilo que vales para mim. Cada dia que vai passando mais confiança vou ganhando em ti. Não me arrependo nada de te ter chamada irmã, ou melhor terceira melhor amiga.&lt;/div&gt;
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Verdade, verdadinha :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-2459449705272052183?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/2459449705272052183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=2459449705272052183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/2459449705272052183?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/2459449705272052183?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/10/cento-e-seis.html' title='$ Cento e sete'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ciDog4opbY/TqRn9ci3RDI/AAAAAAAABLo/symy1CstEbY/s72-c/72810048_69459142_tumblr_lee33mRAdj1qajkx3o1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkANQ3Y_eSp7ImA9WhdaEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340349964191089205.post-8908747083487100994</id><published>2011-10-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T04:59:52.841-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-22T04:59:52.841-07:00</app:edited><title>$ Cento e seis</title><content type='html'>Não é a simpatia ou até mesmo a tua&amp;nbsp;maneira&amp;nbsp;de ser para mim, é a forma como&amp;nbsp;demonstras que és diferente dos outros, o que me deixa a pensar um pouco de forma diferente...&lt;br /&gt;
Aquilo que dizem por aí, tipo a forma de seres e isso é completamente mentira.&lt;br /&gt;
No inicio tive muito cuidado, não deixei que te&amp;nbsp;aproximasses muito...&lt;br /&gt;
Tinha medo de me magoar, como já aconteceu várias vezes.&lt;br /&gt;
Não ligas ao que dizem por aí, isso é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;
O problema é que eu deixei abalar aquilo que eu queria muito.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que tenho de me mentalizar que por ter corrido mal uma vez, não irá correr mal sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas agora não tenho coragem para agarrar no&amp;nbsp;telemóvel&amp;nbsp;e dizer-te TUDO aquilo que sinto!&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que prefiro ficar a imaginar o que iria acontecer se eu te disse-se.&lt;br /&gt;
O melhor é esquecer e começar a concentrar-me em amizades e esquecer definitivamente aquilo que o coração quer e o que a cabeça diz que não pode mesmo acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Já percebi que hoje em dia não existe limites, que é guerra e pronto, mas as pessoas esquecem'se que um dia destes poderão precisar da ajuda das outras pessoas para muita coisa. O que me irrita é que existem pessoas que gostam de inventar... E p'ra tal não existe limites, 'epá' façam o que&amp;nbsp;queiram amigas, mas por favor não inventem nada sobre mim. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sinceramente cada vez percebo menos as pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A quem me diga :&lt;/div&gt;
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-'Estás diferente! '&lt;/div&gt;
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Normal, quando está tudo bem tem de existir sempre alguma &lt;strike&gt;merda&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;que me volte a por mal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não baralho sentimentos, apenas estava a ir com calma, mas agora percebo que não vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada vez estou mais certa que amar é uma perda de tempo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu também ainda sei brincar, sei ser 'gozona' , mas não sei gozar com os sentimentos das outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Compreendo toda a gente, não aponto o dedo ao que as outras pessoas fazem ou deixam de fazer,&amp;nbsp;aliás&amp;nbsp;não quero saber. Não preciso que ninguém me diga o que fazer, sei pensar...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ás vezes até de mais!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Sei que ás vezes sou muito, mas mesmo muito&amp;nbsp;estúpida, mas isso foi porque me obrigaram a sê-lo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mudei, mesmo muito... Nem vocês calculam o quanto.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não era capaz de odiar ninguém e agora sinceramente consigo,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSIGO ODIAR QUEM ME MAGOA. &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu só queria esquecer de vez tudo, fazer tudo a minha maneira e sair daqui.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estou mesmo farta, aliás...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Estou me já nas tintas p'ra toda a gente, apenas quero saber daquilo que me faz feliz e o resto só espero que me saí-a da cabeça rapidamente.&amp;nbsp;Não estou p'ra estar a sofrer novamente por isto, não mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou seguir e não vou dar vitórias aos outros, mas sim a mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se consegui passar por isto uma vez também consigo uma segunda, mas desta vez vou levar tudo numa 'boa'.&lt;/div&gt;
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A sério não consigo perceber qual é o divertimento de gozar com os sentimentos das outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas ainda bem que isto me acontece...&lt;/div&gt;
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Assim cada vez aprendo mais e ao aprender, cada vez mais irei mudar e ser mais fria!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;'Já gritei de felicidade , já roubei beijo , já confundi sentimentos , já tomei banho de chuva e acabei por me viciar , já escalei as mais altas montanhas em busca da felicidade , já chorei por ver amigos partindo mas logo vi que logo chegam novos e a vida é mesmo um ir e vir sem razão , já quase morri de amor mas renasci para ver o sorriso de alguem especial , já tentei esquecer algumas pessoas mas descobri que essas são as mais dificeis de esquecer, já me apaixonei e pensava que era para sempre , mas esqueci-me que "para sempre" sempre acaba...'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340349964191089205-7390143257631035737?l=joanam98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/feeds/7390143257631035737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340349964191089205&amp;postID=7390143257631035737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/7390143257631035737?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340349964191089205/posts/default/7390143257631035737?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanam98.blogspot.com/2011/10/cento-e-dois.html' title='$ Cento e trÊs'/><author><name>JoanaM'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12152699034422938717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk0TIBiG7PE/TpXnVSiKSLI/AAAAAAAABLE/QASj-xNwD28/s72-c/341290_289084384452777_100000536531221_1140935_1185781581_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>