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This is Clayton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on July 22, 2014.&lt;br /&gt;9lbs 3/4oz.&lt;br /&gt;21 1/12in. tall.&lt;br /&gt;
Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;
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He happens to be the light of my world. I don&#39;t know how my life would have played out if he hadn&#39;t have came when he did. He made me realize that I was being selfish in life and even when he couldn&#39;t talk or crawl, I learned that he taught me quite a few of life&#39;s most valuable lessons...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;-Its not about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-Things are not important.&lt;br /&gt;-God has control over anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;-How to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;-How to actual smile and make it a real one.&lt;br /&gt;-I stopped wondering what my purpose was.&lt;br /&gt;-He was my purpose, to love and take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you&#39;ll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I get to where Im going, I know I&#39;ll be just unimaginably content. I promise myself that. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Maybe sometimes, we&#39;ve got it wrong, but it&#39;s alright&lt;br /&gt;
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been caught up between doing what other people, and other people being my parents want me to do. Even though, its not like they are not letting me make my own choices, but they, they being my father.. he&#39;s trying to control my every future move. In the present, everything is fine. But as soon as I start talking, moving out..marriage..or become my own person, hes get all defensive and makes me feel guilty. I&#39;m tired of it. And I have been for 6 or 7 years now. I thought it all would stop as soon as I hit 18, 19, 20, or 21. But my 21st birthday is in less than a month and I&#39;m about to tell him how I&#39;m going to live my life according to what my standards are.&amp;nbsp;I love and respect my dad, but I&#39;m a grown woman and I&#39;m not going to be controlled by a single ounce of the guilt he puts on my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;When you gonna realise, that you don&#39;t even have to try any longer? Do what you want to.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Credits to, Corinne Bailey Rae and her song &quot;Put Your Records On&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That songs stuck on replay. And will be until I get out of this rutt I call &lt;u&gt;leaving the nest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No longer is there going to be a fake&lt;br /&gt; smile painted on my face. I&#39;m going to&lt;br /&gt; say what I need to say in order to achieve the things &lt;br /&gt;I want for my future.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Freedom is Mine. All Mine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I&#39;m sorry that&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;not been on here, not that it matters... :P but the weather in Kentucky has been amazing, so&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;been outside enjoying it.&amp;nbsp;Anywho.. this post doesn&#39;t have a point, just updated so you guys know i&#39;m not gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jason Blakley:&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for taking me under your wing when I was training! You really are a great guy and an awesome Paramedic! Even though you had your moments haha, I still enjoyed coming up there and&amp;nbsp;working&amp;nbsp;with you! You are a very&amp;nbsp;ambitious&amp;nbsp;person even when you&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;want to be and I love that about you!! Good luck with life!! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Aunt Bean:&lt;br /&gt;
I love the bond that you and Ashton share, she seems to adore you and almost has a protective outlook towards you when it comes to your heart. I think you are a hard-worker and I respect that! I love that you speak your mind but also have a big heart for the ones you care about. It seems to me that you give a lot and a lot of people abuse that. Don&#39;t let anyone run over ya! Youre too good for that! I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Josh Garrett:&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ve pissed me off more than anyone else on this list, and you know why. But whenever you are with Paige and Mason, you seem to have a grip on things. I&#39;m watching you. Don&#39;t forget that. We&#39;ve been through a lot together but that doesn&#39;t mean everything is fine and dandy. Take care of Mason and Paige, and show them you love them, even when its hard.. I know life aint what its cracked up to be, but everything happens for a reason. Keep on keeping on. K?&lt;br /&gt;
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James Coulter:&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll start off by saying that I believe you are one of the most honest people I know. And you keep the promises you make to yourself. I respect that about you! You are so talented and have a special ear for music. I wish I had something like that. I&#39;m glad that were friends, because when we weren&#39;t it really hurt my feelings, but I understand now it was for both your good and mine, so thank you.. &amp;nbsp;for your maturity. Really. I hope you live your dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sister:&lt;br /&gt;
You are such a kind-hearted person and always knows the right thing to say when I&#39;m sad. And when I&#39;m happy were two peas in a pod. I love that we mesh so well and I appreciate everything that youve done for me. If you think about it, you&#39;ve made me who I am today, (no really) I love that you are funny and make me laugh when i need it. You make every serious situation funny, (when it needs to be) and you can speak your mind too, which i love. You have an intelligent mind and I love the fact that you have overcame so much. You&#39;re willpower completely amazes me and I love that you never give up! Keep on doing what your doing, everything will turn out JUST FINE. :) I love you biggin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dylan Wells:&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I don&#39;t know if you and I are friends anymore, which is very understandable. I will always love you as a friend, and I hope you know that. &lt;br /&gt;
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John Reynolds:&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not really sure what to say, but I hope your life turns out the way you want it too. Best of Luck with your future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tom Sawyer:&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind is incredible and I see that in everything you say. You tend to be a bit loud about things, but it never bothered me, I always liked that about you. Seemed to get the point across a lot faster. I know I don&#39;t see you a lot anymore, but i want you to know that I&#39;m still here if you need me for anything. And keep hangin out with Chris, hes a great guy! Love you dude!&lt;br /&gt;
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April Lynn:&lt;br /&gt;
Me and you have gone through a lot together, and I know I haven&#39;t been there for you like I should. I wanna take the time to apologize now for that. You were always like a sister to me, and you still are. You are such a beautiful lady that loves her God. And I respect you so much. A lot of people don&#39;t give you enough credit for the the way you think and how loving your heart is, and I think that more people should take the time to realize what a wonderful person you really are. You know I love you, with all my heart. And just because I act a fool sometimes doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m not here. Know that.. please.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily Helm:&lt;br /&gt;
You make me laugh soooo hard! Ilove you sense of humor and the fact that you have such a big heart for animals. I listened to you vent on the way to bowling green and I heard a lot of sadness and anger in the way you were talking. I want to let you know that sometimes life is super hard, but you gotta push through. And I know you can. Sometimes you have to listen to the other person and get there side, and then sometimes you have to stay out of it, but either way.. i know you can handle it, because you really are a strong person. If your going through hell, keep on going. Okay? I love you!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/3998896231915234648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/jason-blakley-thank-you-for-taking-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/3998896231915234648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/3998896231915234648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/jason-blakley-thank-you-for-taking-me.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-6985718078511989219</id><published>2012-03-06T23:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T23:55:34.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Wheeler</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m so glad I have you as a best friend, partner in crime, love of my life and soul mate. You and I make the perfect team and share so much in common. You make the my days much easier and my nights better. You are such a sweetheart when it comes to every person you meet, even though they may not notice it at first, I do. Everyone around you seems to be much happier. I love that about you. Your laughter is so contagious and you&#39;re the comic relief everywhere you go. You can make me laugh until I cry, and you can make me madder than fire, but that&#39;s okay. We find ourselves in complicated situations. There is no relationship which isn&#39;t defined with a complicated label. Yes, there are beautiful times full of sunshine and the purest of love, but those times do pass. The bad times pass, as well. Relationships are ever-changing, there is no perfect one. What makes a relationship next to perfect is your magnetic attraction of souls, the layers of each other that you&#39;ve matched up on, and the possibility to take on &quot;it&#39;s complicated&quot; together, as a team, instead of alone. I think we can do that, don&#39;t you? ;) &lt;br /&gt;
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I mean it when i say, i want to go through life, with you.. Until we&#39;re old and gray. I love you to the moon and back. &lt;3&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot;style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C60ovdqANKU/T1b4VXDvUSI/AAAAAAAAALo/xAcU2FwR9mk/s640/blogger-image--2100488171.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C60ovdqANKU/T1b4VXDvUSI/AAAAAAAAALo/xAcU2FwR9mk/s640/blogger-image--2100488171.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/6985718078511989219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/matthew-wheeler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/6985718078511989219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/6985718078511989219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/matthew-wheeler.html' title='Matthew Wheeler'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C60ovdqANKU/T1b4VXDvUSI/AAAAAAAAALo/xAcU2FwR9mk/s72-c/blogger-image--2100488171.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-8994720722800952515</id><published>2012-03-06T01:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T01:11:54.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige Emmitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
We go way back. Like, 3 years old. (you already know this) BUT that was my opening statement. You&#39;ll understand. We&#39;ve done so much together, been through everything together, and our lives have changed..but despite it all. We still manage to make time for each other. I love that no matter what you&#39;re still there. You are a wonderful mother, and I think you are the strongest person I know, even though you may have bad days..you still push through and make everything seem alright. Mason is so lucky to have you, and I&#39;m proud of you for everything that you&#39;ve done for him. You make it look easy, when i know it isn&#39;t. I will always love you, and you are forever my best friend. True friend, sister...whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S you&#39;ll get everything you&#39;ve ever dreamed of for your life, you just gotta be patient. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bambi.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/8994720722800952515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/paige-emmitt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/8994720722800952515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/8994720722800952515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/paige-emmitt.html' title='Paige Emmitt'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-3347296791691356494</id><published>2012-03-03T18:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T22:57:21.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something I call, motivated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
This..&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of this..&lt;br /&gt;
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Comfort zone = dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve started drinking smoothie&#39;s every single day for breakfast. Instead of eating a chicken&amp;nbsp;biscuit&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;McDonald&#39;s, its a smoothie with all the basic nutrients to energize me through out the day. I&#39;m not watching what I eat, just eating less of it. (ingredients listed below)&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast Smoothie:&lt;br /&gt;
1 Cup of POM juice (pomegranate juice)&lt;br /&gt;
3/4 cup of soy milk&lt;br /&gt;
2 or 3 ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;
1 large banana&lt;br /&gt;
2 tablespoons of almonds&lt;br /&gt;
3 tablespoons Zjia Smart Mix powder&lt;br /&gt;
1 teaspoon of honey&lt;br /&gt;
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In august of last year, I lost about 30lbs by not even stressing out about food, or exercise and by drinking a drink that&#39;s called the The Smart&amp;nbsp;Supplement&amp;nbsp;by &lt;b&gt;Zija.&lt;/b&gt; Don&#39;t let the word supplement scare you because it&#39;s made of all natural substances, in my opinion its a green tea made out of the &lt;b&gt;Moringa Plant&lt;/b&gt;. Google it, I dare you. It&#39;ll change your life if you stick with it. It makes losing weight less stressful, maybe not easy...but less&amp;nbsp;stressful&amp;nbsp;for sure. It was almost as if I wasn&#39;t trying. I lost the thirty pounds and I&#39;ve been able to keep it off. I haven&#39;t lost anymore since then, but I&#39;m about too in the next few months. It&#39;s almost like I&#39;m setting up my own challenge workbook, but more of a&amp;nbsp;accountability&amp;nbsp;blog. I&#39;m not going to be just talking about losing weight, because..lets face it. It&#39;s boring and people that are insecure about there bodies feel&amp;nbsp;empowered, or&amp;nbsp;threatened by what I&#39;m saying, and by no means do I want you to feel &lt;b&gt;either&lt;/b&gt;. Why? Because, this is for me to tell you that I&#39;m a success story. This is just my story. That&#39;s all folks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contact me if you have any questions, I&#39;m on Facebook and my email is elizabeth.cross190@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;
Note to self: Struggle on. It&#39;s going to be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/3347296791691356494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-something-i-call-motivated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/3347296791691356494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/3347296791691356494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-something-i-call-motivated.html' title='a little something I call, motivated.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-5214161823449686389</id><published>2012-03-03T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T22:57:27.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Ten(or more) Commandments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;img src=&quot;http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/243405554830507016_oEoDvikD_f.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/5214161823449686389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-personal-tenor-more-commandments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/5214161823449686389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/5214161823449686389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-personal-tenor-more-commandments.html' title='My Personal Ten(or more) Commandments.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-2436153791457363641</id><published>2011-10-30T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:52:51.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let&#39;s live it up like it&#39;s our last, cause there&#39;s no room for &quot;i wish i  had&#39;s&quot; it&#39;s time to live until tomorrow ends, because we don&#39;t need to  rest we&#39;ll sleep when we&#39;re dead.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/2436153791457363641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-live-it-up-like-its-our-last-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2436153791457363641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2436153791457363641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-live-it-up-like-its-our-last-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-8862551242779385535</id><published>2011-10-26T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:30:26.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta let it burn...</title><content type='html'>I make mistakes. I have regrets. I hate being alone. I&#39;m always late. I hate school. I never call anyone back. I don&#39;t like being wrong. I&#39;m a huge procrastinator. I act like I&#39;m a lot tougher than I am. I hate being ignored. I cry a lot. I get annoyed by people too easily. I have enemies. I can&#39;t sing. I have horrible balance. I laugh really obnoxiously. I can&#39;t trust anyone with my life. Many things just seem to get to me. I&#39;m not perfect. But the beauty of it all is that I don&#39;t care.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/8862551242779385535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/10/gotta-let-it-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/8862551242779385535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/8862551242779385535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/10/gotta-let-it-burn.html' title='Gotta let it burn...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-4398847033774183057</id><published>2011-07-10T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:15:45.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;
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You know my friend/family member so much better than I do.  You know his/her sickness and the burden he carries. You also know his heart. Lord, I ask you to be with my friend now as you work in his life.  Lord, let your will be done in my friend&#39;s life. If there is a sin that needs to be confessed and forgiven, please help him to see his need and confess.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, I pray for my friend just as your Word tells me to pray, for healing.  I believe you hear this earnest prayer from my heart and that it is powerful because of your promise.  I have faith in you, Lord, to heal my friend, but I also trust in the plan you have for his life. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, I don&#39;t always understand your ways. I don&#39;t know why my friend has to suffer, but I trust &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. I ask that you look with mercy and grace toward my friend. Nourish his spirit and soul in this time of suffering and &lt;a href=&quot;http://christianity.about.com/od/prayersverses/a/Comforting-Bible-Verses.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366cc;&quot;&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him with your presence. &lt;br /&gt;
Let my friend know you are there with him through this difficulty. Give him strength. And may you, through this difficulty, be glorified in his life and also in mine. &lt;br /&gt;
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In Jesus Name I pray, &lt;br /&gt;
Amen.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/4398847033774183057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-heavenly-father-you-know-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4398847033774183057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4398847033774183057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-heavenly-father-you-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-2299468415406982455</id><published>2011-06-14T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:16:01.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;We are all a volume on a shelf of a library,&lt;br /&gt;
a story unto  ourselves, never possibly described&lt;br /&gt;
with one word or even very  accurately with thousands.&lt;br /&gt;
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained  as they seem, &lt;br /&gt;
or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as  sweet or&lt;br /&gt;
as feisty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page,&lt;br /&gt;
behind  simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself,&lt;br /&gt;
but the  binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/3917/tumblrlm22twg4h31qbxu8p.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/2299468415406982455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-all-volume-on-shelf-of-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2299468415406982455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2299468415406982455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-all-volume-on-shelf-of-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-9036600057464394780</id><published>2011-04-18T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:10:53.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;We all move for something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;like the ocean and it&#39;s waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I move for the Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;who saved me from my grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xea.xanga.com/d4d8427651458261028435/z207132120.png&quot; /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/9036600057464394780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-all-move-for-something-like-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/9036600057464394780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/9036600057464394780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-all-move-for-something-like-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-4986578323471472015</id><published>2011-04-08T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:15:58.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Tattoo Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.religioustattoos.net/Images/Scripture/daniel_12_3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I would never get this one, but its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.zhippo.com/JimboHOSTED/images/gallery/dreamergall.jpg&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/4986578323471472015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/04/next-tattoo-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4986578323471472015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4986578323471472015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/04/next-tattoo-ideas.html' title='Next Tattoo Ideas'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-2191979803739767403</id><published>2011-03-28T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:50:21.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/D5fX2s_lqS0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/2191979803739767403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2191979803739767403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/2191979803739767403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/D5fX2s_lqS0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-4903249553859236123</id><published>2011-03-28T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:00:23.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are being made.</title><content type='html'>Our Bible is real, our humanity is flawed, and our hearts are  forgiven. Every time I think about that, it sets me on fire. I  love this world for every imperfection the enemy tries to place  in it and for ever ounce of hope shown through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img src=&quot;http://x51.xanga.com/3ebe121336137261688489/z208538973.jpg&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/4903249553859236123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes-are-being-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4903249553859236123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/4903249553859236123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes-are-being-made.html' title='Changes are being made.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-1035398174415245220</id><published>2011-03-23T04:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:24:08.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://xcf.xanga.com/fdae027419034275707496/z219717381.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I miss my hamster. His name was Honey.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;I didn&#39;t write this, I found it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know what&#39;s &lt;em&gt;wrong with you&lt;/em&gt;,  Miss Whoever-you-are? You&#39;re &lt;strong&gt;chicken&lt;/strong&gt;, you&#39;ve got no  guts. You&#39;re afraid to stick  out your chin and say, &quot;Okay, life&#39;s a fact, people &lt;em&gt;do fall  in love&lt;/em&gt;, people do belong to each other, because that&#39;s the &lt;strong&gt;only  chance&lt;/strong&gt; anybody&#39;s got for real happiness.&quot; You call yourself a&lt;em&gt; free spirit&lt;/em&gt;,  a &quot;wild thing,&quot; and you&#39;re terrified  somebody&#39;s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you&#39;re &lt;strong&gt;already  in that cage&lt;/strong&gt;. You built it yourself. And it&#39;s not &lt;em&gt;bounded &lt;/em&gt;in  the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It&#39;s wherever  you go. Because no matter &lt;strong&gt;where you run&lt;/strong&gt;, you just end  up &lt;em&gt;running into yourself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This, is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/1035398174415245220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/1035398174415245220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/1035398174415245220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-5247855955598118400</id><published>2011-03-21T03:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:43:19.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagon Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-style: solid solid none; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;259&quot; width=&quot;310&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&#39;movie&#39; value=&#39;http://www.youtube.com/v/1gX1EP6mG-E&amp;amp;rel=1&#39;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&#39;wmode&#39; value=&#39;transparent&#39;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&#39;http://www.youtube.com/v/1gX1EP6mG-E&amp;amp;rel=1&#39; type=&#39;application/x-shockwave-flash&#39; wmode=&#39;transparent&#39; width=&#39;310&#39; height=&#39;259&#39;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;180&quot; width=&quot;300&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&#39;http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=382672&amp;amp;speed=4&#39; width=&#39;318&#39; height=&#39;181&#39; type=&#39;application/x-shockwave-flash&#39;/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lyricsmode.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/o/old_crow_medicine_show/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Old Crow Medicine Show lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/o/old_crow_medicine_show/wagon_wheel.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Wagon Wheel lyrics&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/5247855955598118400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/wagon-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/5247855955598118400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/5247855955598118400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/wagon-wheel.html' title='Wagon Wheel'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-9055541482272815009</id><published>2011-03-21T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:11:12.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“Let the morning bring me word  of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way  I should go, for to you I lift up my soul (Psalm 143:8).”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the quiet and stillness of the morning I discovered that letting yourself jump into a pool of discomfort can be a catastrophe.&amp;nbsp; A whirlwind of&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; comes flashing by and you have to decide whether or not you want to say &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to it. But then, something miraculous happens and you walk onto the narrow road that leads you into peace and perfect serenity. Sitting on my front porch, I watched the cottontails search for danger, and heard the wind come out to play. The stars danced among each other while they fell for someones wish. The chimes rattled against each other to create perfect harmony in the darkness of 2:30am. The dead leaves of winter flinched when the playful wind nudged them. I looked into the sky and when the clouds passed over my head to reveal the beautiful moonlight I heard God whisper into my ear, He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for  the old order of things has passed away. That whirlwind of pain passed, and the hurt--well I said &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/9055541482272815009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-morning-bring-me-word-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/9055541482272815009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/9055541482272815009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-morning-bring-me-word-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-533354396424896136</id><published>2011-03-20T04:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:13:54.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I love what you are, and what you do and how you try. I&#39;ve seen your  kindness and your strength that carries you through. I&#39;ve seen the  best of you. I&#39;ve seen the worst of you. And I understand with  perfect clarity exactly what you are. And I love you. Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;so love  the people who treat you right and forget the ones that don&#39;t, and  believe that everything happens for a reason. If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;get a chance,  take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it would  be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Ya know, we hold onto things for so long because we’re scared something so great  won’t happen twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sometimes you have to be  strong for yourself. You have to know that you&#39;re a good person and a  good friend. What&#39;s meant to be will end up good and what&#39;s not-won&#39;t.  Love is worth fighting for but sometimes you can&#39;t be the only one  fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don&#39;t, you  just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they  were willing to&amp;nbsp;give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when  they come around and don&#39;t lose something real. Always fight, until you  can&#39;t anymore, and then be fought for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Whenever that guy comes, that feels right, q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;uit  cheating yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you,  quit cheating him out of what he&#39;s wanted for so long, and just fall.  Fall hard, fall long, and fall forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/feeds/533354396424896136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/ashton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/533354396424896136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124232586076464686/posts/default/533354396424896136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizcross.blogspot.com/2011/03/ashton.html' title='Ashton'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584663127444885547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124232586076464686.post-5214698544278465128</id><published>2011-03-14T02:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:14:15.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Human beings are funny. They  long to be with the person they love but refuse to ...admit it openly.  Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of  fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or  even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the  most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their  affection even if it kills them slowly within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;-Sigmund  Freud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;I think it&#39;s time for you to let go of the past. It has hurt you way too much. Just let the memories  fade. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s time to leave everything behind. I need you to know that when you let go of the hurt and pain, its going to ache, and I&#39;ll be there for you if and when you need a shoulder to cry on. I know that you will be ok, but you have to figure that out for yourself. Its time to stop being scared, and its time to release the fear of the unknown and let your present and future flood into your lif&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, to get what you want you have to take a chance, risk it  all , because it&#39;s worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;YOU ARE WORTH IT. Live your life with no chains attached, because there&#39;s someone  you&#39;re meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to  be open enough to see it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;if you&#39;re  convinced that your not good enough, you&#39;re going to have a hard time, letting in someone who thinks you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I  know it&#39;ll be a struggle, but it&#39;s for the best, trust me.  Remember, always follow your heart &amp;amp; everything  will be fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Love always, Elizabeth.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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