<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450</id><updated>2025-05-04T14:32:36.657+02:00</updated><category term="friends"/><category term="me"/><category term="family"/><category term="hurt"/><category term="love"/><category term="mother"/><category term="everyday life"/><category term="sad"/><category term="poem"/><category term="writing"/><category term="glad"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="holidays"/><category term="medicine"/><category term="stupid"/><category term="anger"/><category term="blogs"/><category term="death"/><category term="gadgets"/><category term="hope"/><category term="loss"/><category term="mum"/><category term="selflothing"/><category term="snow"/><category term="stories"/><category term="text"/><category term="worries"/><category term="Baby P"/><category term="Barker"/><category term="Connelly"/><category term="FMA"/><category term="ICU"/><category term="Jason Owen"/><category term="Peter Connelly"/><category term="RP"/><category term="alcohol"/><category term="anime"/><category term="attack"/><category term="awesome"/><category term="caring"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="church"/><category term="computer"/><category term="depression"/><category term="doctor"/><category term="friend"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="fruit basket"/><category term="fullmetal alchemist"/><category term="fun"/><category term="funeral"/><category term="furniture"/><category term="grieving"/><category term="happy"/><category term="introduction information privat"/><category term="manga"/><category term="meme"/><category term="miscarriage"/><category term="miss"/><category term="moving"/><category term="nightmare"/><category term="notion"/><category term="opinion"/><category term="panic"/><category term="parent"/><category term="politic"/><category term="pregnancy"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="rollplaying"/><category term="rumors"/><category term="sadhero"/><category term="school"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="sick"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="smile"/><category term="social phobia"/><category term="stuff"/><category term="stupidity"/><category term="voting"/><category term="warcraft"/><category term="working out"/><title type='text'>The World and Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Me, my stories, my opinions, my views of the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-4851120240184700108</id><published>2015-04-09T14:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-04-09T14:03:19.093+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscarriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy"/><title type='text'>Three weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I wasn&#39;t sure if I should write online about it, but I know how I work and if I want to move passed this I need to get it out there.&lt;br&gt;
I am not looking for someone to feel sorry for me, us, or looking to make anyone uncomfortable &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; as I have written before writing about things is so far the best way for me to work through my issues. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Last year we decided that we would try to expand our family, that we would try to have a child. In January all contraceptives where out, in February I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. &lt;br&gt;
I had gotten pregnant on our &quot;first try&quot;. I had expected months of disappointment when my period would arrive but here I was pregnant. &lt;br&gt;
Call gyn and got an appointment for my eight week check up. It got delayed and the week of the check up started with a minor bleeding. &lt;br&gt;
It was nothing to worry about, a little bleeding was nothing out of the ordinary in the beginning. &lt;br&gt;
Tuesday found me bleeding,&amp;nbsp; less than the day before but now it hurt.&lt;br&gt;
The nurse told me that if it got worse, pain or bleeding, to call again.&lt;br&gt;
Wednesday started alright, in the middle of the day the pain came back in force and I was bleeding like I did on heavy days during my period. When I went to pee and a big clutch of blood and secrete was the result I was edging on a panic attack. &lt;br&gt;
The nurse told me that if I could I should wait to see my doctor in the morning, the ER wasn&#39;t as well prepared as my gynaecologist would be but if the pain wasn&#39;t bearable I should get to the ER. But even then there wouldn&#39;t be anything anyone could do if it was a miscarriage - which she believed it was.&lt;br&gt;
My partner held me as I broke down trying to tell him I most likely had had a miscarriage. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Thursday I got a time to a gynaecologist to confirm. She was a lovely doctor, informed me that it was nothing I had done, nor was there anything I could have done differently. She gave me more information on the vitamins and such I should eat to improve the chances of the next pregnancy - if that was something we would try.&lt;br&gt;
She said that it sadly wasn&#39;t that uncommon for a first time pregnancy to end in the first weeks.&lt;br&gt;
The ultrasound show that besides blood my uterus wad empty and that I had in fact had a miscarriage the day before. &lt;br&gt;
I was given a pregnancy test which I am to use four weeks after, if it indicates anything besides the control square I was to contact them again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;That was three weeks ago. Three weeks ago I lost the life growing inside of me. Three weeks of trying to go from finally coming to turns with being pregnant to it not being true.&lt;br&gt;
I was exhausted and to a degree I still am. The little life I had started getting, crushed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I want to move forward. I want the next time to work better. I want to do something besides locking myself in myself and shutting the outside out... I want to be strong, for myself. I want to be a person and &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; my issues. &lt;br&gt;
I want to be me - who ever that will turn out to be. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Regards&lt;br&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Sam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/4851120240184700108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/04/three-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4851120240184700108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4851120240184700108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/04/three-weeks.html' title='Three weeks'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-3735269434097939056</id><published>2015-03-19T15:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-03-19T15:38:48.710+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rumors"/><title type='text'>I don&amp;#39;t even</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I was talking with my brother earlier, you know the usual stuff, and about how their weekend back home had been. &lt;br&gt;
And just like anyones hometown there are bound to be rumors.&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Did you hear about X? Y told W who told Q who told me that X had___.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;An old family friend had heard I was in therapy because my mother had abused ( if we got it right) when I was a kid. So our family friend asked their son (friend of my brother) if maybe they should be there for us.&lt;br&gt;
The son then talked to my brother. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s get some things straight, my mother might have abused me Mentally (still in no way ok) and I&#39;ve been in therapy for just that but my mother has been dead for almost FIVE years. I live in another town with my partner in our apartment with our cats and we&#39;re trying to add to our family. &lt;br&gt;
NOTHING anyone has to say or offer can change my childhood or my time as a teen. What my mother did can&#39;t be changed.&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;ve spent over a decade in and out of therapy working on relearning the things she taught me, learning that I am worth something among other things. &lt;br&gt;
So what could possibly be good about trying to &quot;be here for me&quot;? So many years after the fact. I am a child of an addict - I learned to accept that as a fact when I was 19.&lt;br&gt;
I am now five months from turning 27, I have people that support me now especially when I&#39;m not even aware of my need for their support. &lt;br&gt;
And I still have things to work on in my life, will always have some of the past there to remind me of where I don&#39;t want to end up. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;It&#39;s just a little to late. Focus on your own life.&lt;br&gt;
And should you want me something, just to know if what you heard is right, just ask ME instead. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I will go back to my burrito-ing in the sofa. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Stay safe&lt;br&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Sam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/3735269434097939056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/03/i-don-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3735269434097939056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3735269434097939056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/03/i-don-even.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t even'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-4939533151199736675</id><published>2015-01-14T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2015-01-14T16:34:20.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been two week of this new year and right now I feel utterly useless.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to do things I just can&#39;t get myself to do them, which makes me feel bad which in turn makes me less likely to do anything - This wonderful circle of Shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stressing over things I really don&#39;t even &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to stress about!&lt;br /&gt;
GAH! I want to say I hate my life - it&#39;s the go to thing for me. But I don&#39;t. I just hate that I am in this situation and I am not sure what to do to get myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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My partner tries, and I love him for it. But he shouldn&#39;t have to drag me or nag at me for me to do things. It&#39;s not right.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m in a state of self loathing right now. I want to bury myself in sweets and soda - I can at least say I had maybe one bottle of soda in the last 13 days, which is maybe a sixth of what I drank before. Go progress! Or something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still need to exercise. I want to say get back to it - but I am not sure it&#39;s &quot;going back to it&quot; when it was never really something I did enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Period and low days are NOT a good combination. GAH!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/4939533151199736675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/01/two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4939533151199736675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4939533151199736675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/01/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-3371306492858401692</id><published>2015-01-02T14:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2015-01-02T14:00:55.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Feel-Better-About-Myself-In-All-Ways&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
Lets get started!&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;
Today is the start of&amp;nbsp;&quot;Feel-Better-About-Myself-In-All-Ways&quot; *chuckles*&lt;/h4&gt;
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Small changes that will make me feel better about myself and my life, little things that really isn&#39;t much change from how it is now yet when this year is over I hope to be - not a &quot;better&quot; person, I want to be me. More of me.&lt;br /&gt;
Be proud of what I have done, proud of who I am and looking forward to whatever the future will throw my way - Knowing I will survive, I have people that care for me. People that won&#39;t judge me if I stumble or even if I fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have learnt that I pressure myself way to much, especially with telling people things I want to try and do for myself - So I will not go in to specifics about WHAT I am going to do but I want to tell others I am giving myself the chance to be &#39;better&#39; (I really dislike that term for this, but I can&#39;t think of a word that would convey what I want to say).&lt;br /&gt;
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I have several goals for me to get to, some bigger than others but over all they will make me feel more content with myself and my place in this world. I have several things I need to work on within myself as well as thing about my appearance and things around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will be challenges, there will come hardship and I&#39;ll want to throw everything out the window but that&#39;s when my partner gets to shake some sense back into me. *smiles* I am not doing this alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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No more &quot;Me against the world&quot;! I am NOT alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing I did start over a month ago is my writing and I have over 21k words so far and a side story &amp;nbsp;of a couple of thousand words going right now. I took a &#39;break&#39; over the holidays, I will NOT push myself with this. This is also something I do to feel better about myself - when I get comments, bookmarks and kudos that makes me feel better but it&#39;s not the reason I write, it&#39;s a great bonus though.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that I will hope you all had a great holiday and that this new year will bring at least as much happiness as it might bring you sadness or hardship.&lt;br /&gt;
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With love&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/3371306492858401692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/01/feel-better-about-myself-in-all-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3371306492858401692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3371306492858401692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2015/01/feel-better-about-myself-in-all-ways.html' title='&quot;Feel-Better-About-Myself-In-All-Ways&quot;'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-5712644633137798615</id><published>2014-06-17T23:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-06-17T23:24:27.388+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><title type='text'>Maybe, just maybe</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: This contains things about my family, which might hurt the ones it concerns BUT it is not my intention. I need to vent this. I need to explain my own feelings. And hopefully somethings might become clearer for some of you. And if any of you think I should take this down. Let me know. Also, read to the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Growing up I was told this and that about my father, after we almost stopped visiting him I was told by my mother that he didn&#39;t want to see us. And kept telling us this and that he didn&#39;t like us, yet under all my doubts about him I put him on a pedestal like no matter what he couldn&#39;t be worse than my mother, even if he didn&#39;t like us or didn&#39;t want to see us he never tried to hurt us with words. And I loved him, probably more than I ever did love my mother, and I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Years went by, we saw our father sporadic, I got disappointed at every event he didn&#39;t show up to, he started missing holidays, eventually even birthdays. And it hurt, I couldn&#39;t understand how you could just not care about your child, your firstborn, your only daughter. Was my step-mother and youngest brothers so much more important?&lt;br /&gt;
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When my mother was sent to the hospital, we were sent to live with our father seeing as he had shared custody of me. I wasn&#39;t happy about it, I was already depressed, and I was already inflicting pain on myself. Now I know they really tried to get us to feel at home there, but I didn&#39;t feel welcome. I always felt like I wasn&#39;t wanted so why should they even try to make it look like they did?&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I had good times with them, I really did, but the thoughts that they really didn&#39;t want me was always there. My step-mother never did the &quot;my kids will have much better things than you&quot;, she tried to be a mother to me. But it just seemed fake to me, I was so used to how my mother treated me so anything else just seemed fake and like a bother.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then at one of the summers, I was around 15-16, my mother had gotten back from the hospital for a while and I just wanted to be back with her, with her I knew where I stood. I knew what I could do to please her, I knew my place.&lt;br /&gt;
That summer I was in two plays, during one week I had shows twice a day but not ONCE did my father or step-mother bother to come see it. My mother in her wheelchair came, with my grandmother and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually I just decided that I would live with her instead.&lt;br /&gt;
My father didn&#39;t like the idea, we argued over the phone and honestly I do not remember what we really argued about, the only thing I remember is him telling me I was worthless. My world crashed. The pedestal he was on crumbled. And around that time I tried to take my own life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;If not even neither of my parents wanted me, why should I waste anyone&#39;s time with being here?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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All this got questioned last Friday when I learned that my fathers social-phobia (which I also have) had been just as bad, if not worse than mine. That he had struggled with it almost his entire life. Suddenly him doing his hobby with my brothers with no one else around instead of going to my events made more sense. And I have started questioning all the times he never showed up. Maybe he really couldn&#39;t come.&lt;br /&gt;
Just like I couldn&#39;t even get out of the door, or when I freeze up in a store or when I get a nosebleed from all the stress it causes me to even think about doing anything when there would be others around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the biggest question of them all, maybe it wasn&#39;t me. Just maybe I wasn&#39;t the reason he didn&#39;t come. Maybe he did love me back then. Maybe my dad really wanted to be there for me but couldn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I was worth something to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I wasn&#39;t the reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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All of a sudden, my life kind of got turned around. All I thought I knew might not even be true, maybe everything is just what my mind created from the words of others and the actions of someone that couldn&#39;t tell me &quot;Why&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leave, lighter at heart but still a bit lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;
with love&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/5712644633137798615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2014/06/maybe-just-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/5712644633137798615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/5712644633137798615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2014/06/maybe-just-maybe.html' title='Maybe, just maybe'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-644466027563406378</id><published>2013-11-27T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-11-27T14:43:23.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I had an appointment with my doctor, where we decided to raise my medicine dose. And for the first time in several months I have more then one good day in a row.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I went, on my own, to one of the biggest shopping centers in our town to buy our Christmas presents for &quot;in-laws&quot; (easiest way to say it). And I also went grocery shopping in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;e to self: don&#39;t go shopping alone if you plan on buy loads of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
When I got home I wrapped the present, made dinner and played some games.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had an appointment for my conversational therapy today, but it got reschedule to next week, Monday 14:15.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have &quot;homework&quot; from my doctor, &quot;To do something for myself once a week, such as go for a coffee or such things&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling much better again, which as always scare me a little.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well for now, have a good day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bye</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/644466027563406378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/11/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/644466027563406378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/644466027563406378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-5680317023217524417</id><published>2013-10-13T01:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2013-10-13T01:09:52.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming instead of...well everything</title><content type='html'>So been down in a slump lately.... I can barely get out from the apartment. Been sick, on and off for over a month, even went to the doctor the other day since my fever keeps coming back but it wasn&#39;t anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only nights I&#39;ve slept the whole night is the nights I have taken sleeping pills which isn&#39;t the best, though at least I get some sleep. I try not to take them every night, my therapist says that I should maybe try and take them every night for two weeks and it should help. I just don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that said, these last days I haven&#39;t been able to leave the apartment. I&#39;ve needed to go to the store for two days, but I just couldn&#39;t get my ass out of the door. So I have pretty much just watched series and been playing games, mainly Minecraft with my brother or Prime World (which I started yesterday). Also had a week to play WoW, though I didn&#39;t spend much time playing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At home I feel alright, I mean I feel really safe and I can relax to a point, but when I know I have to be somewhere it&#39;s...I get stuck. Sometimes even physically unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew that October-November would be stressful and hard for me, though not yet. Going back to school...yeah...not happening right now. Can&#39;t even contact the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*sigh* Progress to even get this out, even if it&#39;s &quot;just&quot; here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/5680317023217524417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/10/gaming-instead-ofwell-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/5680317023217524417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/5680317023217524417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/10/gaming-instead-ofwell-everything.html' title='Gaming instead of...well everything'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-3974482089820250614</id><published>2013-08-29T20:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2013-08-29T20:01:52.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here waiting for my brother and his fiance (here on forth will just use the letter S for her) to get here :) We&#39;re going back home tonight, staying at dads ^^ First time in a few years the entire family will be on the same place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow I am meeting up with a friend, then me, my brother and S will visit grandma and later I will visit my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;
Saturday we&#39;ll probably be with the family before we leave for the cruise :D --- okay so I guess the smilies has given me away already but I am in a very good mood :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh oh and Sunday I am going with my brother and S back to their home with their new kitten :) And stay there a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Medicine is kicking in like it should and feeling good again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well just a short update will be leaving in a bit so&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
bye for a bit :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/3974482089820250614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3974482089820250614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3974482089820250614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-1572697168949171189</id><published>2013-08-22T23:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2013-08-22T23:02:33.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years.</title><content type='html'>Not sure where to start tonight, just guess I will write and maybe this dreadful feeling will go away so I can get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow is the 23 of August, it will be three years since my mother passed away. In about 7 hours it will be three years ago I got a call from the hospital, in 13 hours it will be three years since the doctor declared her dead.&lt;br /&gt;
Three years, right now it feels like I have no idea what the hell I have been doing this whole time... I know I have worked very hard, I have gotten better even if I right now have a bad time, I am a half year away from finishing an education that will lead to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;
But this very moment it feels like I haven&#39;t done anything since she died, feels like I am the same depressed, trapped little girl now as I was then. Then again I also know now that these feelings will pass, I take comfort in knowing this. I know it&#39;s OK for me to feel these hard feelings, I shouldn&#39;t make them out to something less then what they are. It&#39;s not right for me to belittle the feelings I have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;IT IS ALRIGHT TO CRY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heh I have had some really bad thoughts lately. Nothing I would act on but the thoughts have been there. And the fact the have is scaring me a little. I wouldn&#39;t let myself get the chance to act on them, but it&#39;s still a bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;
I spent about 30 minutes in the shower tonight just hugging my knees and crying, it&#39;s quite soothing just having the water wash over one like that. Things didn&#39;t feel as bad when I got out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The 31st I turn 25, I am looking forward to it since I get to go on a cruise with both some of my family and some of my friends, though it feels strange not having my mother there. I&#39;ve already celebrated three birthdays without her why would this be different?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Leaving, why does it come so easily for some people?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Never feels like moving on when it gets back to square one...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still have only visit my mothers grave twice, does that make me a bad daughter? Am I a bad daughter for not wanting to visit?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trying not to think so much about my childhood when have all these emotions already but when this day comes around it&#39;s very hard not to. Of course my childhood wasn&#39;t all bad! I have great memories, it&#39;s just that right now it is hard for me to remember them. Right now I can just hear her telling me to get over myself, push me down about school...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looks like I still have a lot of anger for my mother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I AM NOT GIVING UP! YOU HEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My anxiety sometimes traps me inside my own body, I can not make my body move or do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;
And right now I feel a bit like that, though now I feel trapped because I can&#39;t seem to get all my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, so this was a ramble post. I am not going to apologies for it though.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I shouldn&#39;t apologies for doing something that 1. Makes it easier for myself to be alright with me and 2. Does not hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that said&lt;br /&gt;
Be safe&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/1572697168949171189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/three-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/1572697168949171189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/1572697168949171189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/three-years.html' title='Three years.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-2835980354399267608</id><published>2013-08-16T23:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2013-08-16T23:35:57.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GAD and why I&#39;m not really answering</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve written before, a lot, about my anxiety and some of my phobia, but I have also been diagnosed with GAD (&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generalized_anxiety_disorder&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Generalized anxiety disorder&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A few weeks ago I contacted my doctor because my anxiety had gotten out of hand, so I have now started with medicine, I have conversational therapy and I am now &quot;sick-listed&quot; (sjukskriven) for four weeks. Which means I will not finish school in September, I have asked for some more time which has been offered so I see no trouble with it.&lt;br /&gt;
I only have about four tests and an assignment left to do so I shouldn&#39;t have much left when I get back, which (word of the day) lessen the anxiety some.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sadly week 3-5 with my medicine (since I have eaten it before) is my &quot;down time&quot; and next week will be the three year anniversary of my mothers death, so I will not be talking to others much. And if I don&#39;t respond or such please don&#39;t be offended, I just can&#39;t really handle anything or anyone else right now. If you want to just check in, send me a text/IM/pm and I will respond when I can. If it&#39;s something important, call, if I don&#39;t pick up: call my partner (if it&#39;s important).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt that I needed to write this because I think I have &quot;shrugged&quot; people off lately and I know from experience that one can start to think one has done something, but right now it&#39;s not something any of you have done. I can&#39;t handle others right now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As part of my therapy I have to start writing again, so maybe you&#39;ll hear more from me and if it&#39;s extremely dark things I post it&#39;s &quot;just&quot; me getting it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With love&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/2835980354399267608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/gad-and-why-im-not-really-answering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/2835980354399267608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/2835980354399267608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/08/gad-and-why-im-not-really-answering.html' title='GAD and why I&#39;m not really answering'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-6806354934010415638</id><published>2013-06-14T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-06-14T22:56:17.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I deserve it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Love has
been a very strange part of my life, I always thought I knew what it was. I
thought that I could define it with words. I knew there were different kinds of
love, the love for family, friends, pets, things, they’re all different yet
they are all still love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;I have for
the last few years of my life been in love, with the same person, and it’s so
different and yet similar to the love I’ve felt for previous people. This love
started out as a love for a friend, then a member of my own made family and now
it’s also for my lover. I never understood that love could be like this,
different kinds for the same person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;I started
to realize when I, please bear with me, came to hate my mother, I loved her and
she will always have a place in my heart but I did hate her at one time. When
she passed away I had gone from hating her to ‘just’ disliking her – I still
loved her, don’t forget that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;I am not
sure where I am going with this, I guess I just felt the need to write some of
this to get it out of my mind for a bit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;You see, my
partner and I have started talking more about the future. What we want, were we
want to be, we&#39;ve talked about moving to something bigger, getting a dog and
eventually maybe a child. These things, sharing a life with someone, was
something I thought I had come to terms with – I honestly thought that I would
never have someone outside of family and friends to share my life with – I did
not think this was something that I would ever experience. I am very happy that
I am, I am so grateful to be where I am today. BUT it all feels a bit like a
dream, I was never to make something out of my life and if I did I would spend
it by myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Some of
this is scaring me, especially the thought of a child – I am so scared of
turning out like the bad parts of my own childhood. I doubt I would ever do so,
but there’s that voice in my head – I guess my mother’s voice like when I was
younger, telling me that I was not worth it, that I can’t do it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Then my
partner or my friends tell me, usually out of the blue, that I would be a great
mum, that I am strong, that I am great. And I am starting to believe it myself.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;I deserve
to be happy. I deserve to do what makes me happy. And I deserve to spend my
time with people that love me despite, and perhaps because of, my quirks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/6806354934010415638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-deserve-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6806354934010415638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6806354934010415638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-deserve-it.html' title='I deserve it.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-8845241251738873818</id><published>2013-06-10T22:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2013-06-10T22:03:39.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 3 1/2 month left of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
First off: 5 courses graded 3 C&#39;s and 2 B&#39;s (feel the need to point out that C are not the same C as in the US/etc a C here is more on the standard of a B because Sweden can&#39;t just transfer to the same standards as the rest of the world)&lt;br /&gt;
Secondly: Last Friday I had for the first time this time around a &quot;brain freeze&quot; when I sat down to take the test, I knew that I knew the answers to the questions I just couldn&#39;t write them down. Which pissed me off to no ends. But I WILL make up for it. I might have failed that test - don&#39;t know yet - but there&#39;s one more test and assignments left so I will still make it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Been sick a lot lately, me and K have switched between who&#39;s been sick and kept pushing ourselves a bit too early which results in getting sick again. This also means I have missed a lot of classes, though they are not mandatory they are still a good way to learn more. I must complain a bit that at some of the classes feel like I have gotten less done in class because of the interruptions - classmates, other teachers and such, so a part of me is quite alright with not being at the lessons but it would have been nice to have had those chances also. But there&#39;s still time ,)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still have to find a place to do my internship, so that is something I need to fix by next week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now on the other hand I am gonna finish this &quot;Masterchef Australia The Professionals&quot; episode and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be safe&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8845241251738873818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/06/monday-3-12-month-left-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8845241251738873818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8845241251738873818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/06/monday-3-12-month-left-of-school.html' title='Monday 3 1/2 month left of school'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-6858439815637391453</id><published>2013-04-18T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-04-18T13:15:30.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In school waiting also LONDON!</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am currently in school waiting for the clock to strike two so I can have my first test for the course I am currently on which I can&#39;t find the english word for at the moment, though a rough translation would probably be business law. &lt;br /&gt;
My class ended at twelve...two hours to kill, well 50-ish minutes left now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a diffrent note, on the 1st of August I will be traveling to London with a couple of friends. I amreally looking forward to it :) We&#39;ll be staying til the 4th of August, so a &quot;long&quot;weekend. So if you have a recomendation on somehting I should see, try or such in London let me know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After my test I will be going down town to pass some time before our &quot;boardmeeting&quot; - Also I really need to learn the English words things I am involved in. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Going well in school, C&#39;s and B&#39;s so far on my courses. Even scored myself an A on the powerpoint assignment. &lt;br /&gt;
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Been sick a lot lately, which sadly have hurt me more with my anxiety BUT I got it under control and I have people to turn to for help when I need it - also know when I need it :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sorry if this post has a lot of errors in it, but I have to use internet explorer and there&#39;s no spell check that actually works &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well then...this kill a whole...five mintes of my time...gah!&lt;br /&gt;
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Til next time&lt;br /&gt;
stay safe&lt;br /&gt;
with love&lt;br /&gt;
Sam&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/6858439815637391453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/04/in-school-waiting-also-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6858439815637391453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6858439815637391453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/04/in-school-waiting-also-london.html' title='In school waiting also LONDON!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-8582009258778475332</id><published>2013-03-18T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-03-18T11:17:00.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what? </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
No actually nothing is wrong :jaws drops:&lt;br /&gt;
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So just thought I would write a line or two about what&#39;s going on right now, I am currently going to school to become...erm... :googles the translation: accounting clerk - It sounds so extremely boring, especially in English. Will be done in the end of September, last 6-8 weeks will be work placement.&lt;br /&gt;
So far it&#39;s going well for me in school, though as stated before I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;particular&amp;nbsp;like the &quot;new&quot; grade system since it was going for universal and failed after applying the letters E-A, C&#39;s so far on the courses and a couple of B&#39;s on the tests :happypanda:&lt;br /&gt;
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Next week I will no longer have any debts (except one to a friend), I&#39;ll order a new desk,&amp;nbsp;desk-chair&amp;nbsp;and a screen - since the one I am currently using is&amp;nbsp;technically&amp;nbsp;an old flat screen TV and not a proper computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Going away every weekend, starting Friday, til third weekend in April, birthdays, conference, convention and just ordinary meeting up with peeps things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, so things are good. Even when I have bad days, which come once in a while, or when I am sick I feel alright even good. It&#39;s a bit scary at times but overall I really approve and like feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;til next time&lt;br /&gt;
Be safe&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8582009258778475332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/03/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8582009258778475332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8582009258778475332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess what? '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-4905286763031410011</id><published>2013-02-14T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T00:03:10.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So mostly good things ahead</title><content type='html'>Hi to whom ever reads these,&lt;br /&gt;
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I have finished two of my courses for this education, &quot;C&quot; on both of them, though I think it&#39;s more along the lines of the general &quot;B&quot; in the rest of the world - because Sweden can&#39;t use the same system through out, no lets just use the letters in the grade system and not the actual grading like the rest of the world &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; - Moving on from the rant.&lt;br /&gt;
So yay I have been doing good in school, even though I have been sick so darn much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also apparently my Nexplanon implant as this lovely side-effect of the flue, so I am not&amp;nbsp;entirely sure when I have actually have had the flue and when it&#39;s been the side-effects. And for other reasons I might be taking it out, not really working for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something else nice, I am really enjoying being in the board of the tenant-owner&#39;s association, even if it&#39;s a lot of work sometimes. I am attending different and interesting courses, I am going on a conference in April which I am really looking forward to. It&#39;s going to be held at Viltmarkshotellet, at Kolmården, I have never been to Kolmården (an animalpark) and I will get the chance when I am there :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Also going to Gothcon in Göteborg over Easter, 28-31/3, which also means I get to spend time with my brother and finally gets to see how they live.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday my partners family is coming over, to celebrate his birthday - which is next week, so I baked some&amp;nbsp;cinnamon buns and some pastry custard ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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And next weekend the &quot;gang&quot; is coming over, really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;
I also have a &amp;nbsp;test next week, will study some more for it and should at least pass it.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that I will take my leave,&lt;br /&gt;
take care&lt;br /&gt;
Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/4905286763031410011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/02/so-mostly-good-things-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4905286763031410011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/4905286763031410011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/02/so-mostly-good-things-ahead.html' title='So mostly good things ahead'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-494110157396085118</id><published>2013-02-03T20:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-02-03T20:40:23.936+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>Mum</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;div&gt;
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Felt the need to write a bit, was &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;over the weekend. Had a good time over all, but today was less good though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had trouble sleeping, probably because I have gotten so used to sleeping at home but also because I had decided with grandma that we would go to the cemetery today. And we did, it was four years ago since I was there last, meaning I hadn&#39;t visit even ONCE since mum passed away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t as tiring as I thought, at first, but once I got on the train back home I was watching &quot;Fringe&quot; and the main characters mother figure dies and since then I have felt...I am not sure. Mainly I just want to cry, I&#39;ve kept seeing the image of my mother when they declared her dead over and over in my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s almost two and a half year since she passed away. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m sad I rarely have anything fun to share when I feel the need to write. Though over all my life is really going well right now, I am doing good in school, I am living with the man I love, I spend time with people I care for and that care for me. Over all I am good and happy just had a less good day today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hopefully I can spare some time and share more of the good stuff next time, but just wanted that small part out now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;til next time&lt;/div&gt;
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Stay safe&lt;/div&gt;
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Sam&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/494110157396085118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/02/mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/494110157396085118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/494110157396085118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2013/02/mum.html' title='Mum'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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><georss:featurename>Västerås, Sweden</georss:featurename><georss:point>59.609900499999988 16.544809100000066</georss:point><georss:box>59.481433999999986 16.222085600000067 59.73836699999999 16.867532600000064</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-6296136644161584215</id><published>2012-10-12T14:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T14:53:42.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today 121012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I got in! Hehe, I knew the possibility of not getting in was very low but still it&#39;s me I still have the tendency to look at the negative. Though I am getting better at looking at the positive in things, but you know old habits die hard and all that jazz.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m typing his while waiting for my meeting with my social secretary, it feels a bit strange today.&lt;/div&gt;
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Will be getting my ID today and get our tickets for the concert, Iron Maiden in June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I know why it feels strange, I&#39;m happy. I, in general, feel satisfied which a &quot;strange&quot; feeling since I haven&#39;t experienced it all that much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s autumn now, meaning its really beautiful outside which just adds to my happiness. Despite the sad things that has happened during this &quot;season&quot; in the past I still adore it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After this month I will have finished a couple of my debts, yet another big step in the right direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In little over a month I will be starting school, 40 weeks and I should have an education that actually qualifies me for different jobs, so in a year I could be working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I need another word for strange.&lt;/div&gt;
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It feels, odd (?) to have things fall in place, I know I&#39;ve worked a lot to get here and that I have had my mishaps and those things have changed me- not always for the better, but it has changed me. And over all I am happy with who I am today, sure there&#39;s a couple of things I would like to work on and that&#39;s alright. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everything in my life is NOT good, but as far as I can see everything is OK and from there I can work with it. One thing at the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/6296136644161584215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/10/today-121012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6296136644161584215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/6296136644161584215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/10/today-121012.html' title='Today 121012'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-8227192975863216450</id><published>2012-08-14T12:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-08-14T12:30:28.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home again, after about ten months, feels a bit strange being here. It&#39;s so familiar and yet so much has changed, the new things that have been built, the people and I guess mostly me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am very happy where I live but it&#39;s really nice to be back home. I got asked on the first day back: So when are you moving back home?&lt;br /&gt;
If I would move back it would probably be first in a couple of years, at the earliest. I love it here, but it so much nicer to &quot;just&quot; be visiting.&lt;br /&gt;
I miss my friends and my family, but I have moved closer even if it now is a 2hour ride via bus and train / 1 and 1/2 hours via car so I will try and visit more often now - I will not wait 10 months to come back home this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So it&#39;s my birthday in 17 days, turning 24, it feels a bit odd but you know one apparently keeps getting older each year - for some odd reason. I thought I just turned 18 but it&#39;s been a while since then *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
and from the looks of it I will actually have some visitors this year, unlike last year when it was me, my aunt, her husband and his mother (though it was very nice either way!!!).&lt;br /&gt;
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So why am I back home? House sitting and taking care off/watching my grandmothers cats, she&#39;s visiting my uncle and his family :) so one week back home is really nice (so far, third day here). Took my first swim in two years the evening I got here, and from the looks of it there might be a couple more chances to go swimming later this week :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Going over to my family later today :) Meeting with my childhood friend/&quot;sister&quot; and her baby boy tomorrow ^^ Saturday it&#39;s &quot;Cosplay meet-up&quot; in the park. Oh and Friday is set for hanging out with friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I general I am feeling really great (= a bit strange to say and actually mean it, but it&#39;s a good strange.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I will try and think of something to do before dad comes to pick me up so bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8227192975863216450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/08/back-home-again-after-about-ten-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8227192975863216450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8227192975863216450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/08/back-home-again-after-about-ten-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-7064164051219197215</id><published>2012-07-22T23:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-07-22T23:48:18.981+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So it&#39;s been a while since I wrote, well anything to be honest. So many things, and a bit of nothing, has happen since I wrote in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Firstly I am living with &lt;i&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;now, we are still in an open-relationship and I have been active on a date-site and might be going on a date soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Tonight on the other hand, I am feeling a bit down, not sure why just one of those days. Missing people, missing my cats and all that shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Might be updating on my other blog this coming week, since I have a couple of pages written about things I have mention over there before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well then, for now I hope everyone is doing alright and I hope to be a little more active from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;*Not sure I have actually translated it properly but lets hope I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/7064164051219197215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/07/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/7064164051219197215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/7064164051219197215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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><georss:featurename>Västerås, Sweden</georss:featurename><georss:point>59.6099005 16.5448091</georss:point><georss:box>59.5456395 16.386880599999998 59.674161500000004 16.7027376</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-8018221687748785320</id><published>2012-01-17T23:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:07:26.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some sort of explanation or whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;I feel the need to redo, or rather explain my last blogpost, since it apparently got some upset and even worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;First I should explain Why I wrote anything in the first place, I have for the last year and a half been asked so many times what the relationship I have with him really is about, many of our friends have asked why it&#39;s that we are together at all. People ask why we have an open relationship and what it really means.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;And the combination of getting asked the same questions so many times, lack of sleep and well be being a bitch is rarely the best thing for anything going well in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;//sighs// So lets explain somethings then; we like each other, like spending time together and after sometime fooling around some time ago we became what we are today, and the only real reason we actually put a label on this relationship was because I felt the pressure from other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;And I did get a comment on my last post; “&lt;span style=&quot;color: #010101;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Trebuchet, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t take me wrong but are you really sure that this is what you want and not what he wants? Open relationship is not for all, there is only a few that can handle this sort of relationship. Still it&#39;s your choice in the end and if that makes you happy, go for it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #010101;&quot;&gt;And to be honest what I really want is just a silly dream //shrugs// It works so why must I defend it to everyone all the time? //shakes head// It&#39;s not a what most calls “normal” but you know what, normal is just not really what I do, if you haven&#39;t noticed already. //chuckles// Even if I often strive for normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #010101;&quot;&gt;So yeah, not sure this even explained anything, as usual with my post I guess. //sigh// I think I will shut down this blog. Not sure it&#39;s giving me anything anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #010101;&quot;&gt;Maybe another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang=&quot;en-US&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #010101;&quot;&gt;//Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8018221687748785320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-sort-of-explanation-or-whatever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8018221687748785320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8018221687748785320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-sort-of-explanation-or-whatever.html' title='Some sort of explanation or whatever'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-2032945378998221038</id><published>2012-01-13T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:23:42.839+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><title type='text'>Just felt I needed to write this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;I love him. I am his best friend, his lover and I&#39;ll be there whenever he needs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;What we have might change over time, we might find other lovers, but I will always love him, even if that love change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;I wish he and I could have a life together, I miss having him next to me when I wake in the morning, sex is great but it&#39;s a bonus, if I had to choose between having him as a lover or live with my best friend I would choose the latter. He has been the constant in my life for the past years, even if I had no one else to trust or turn to, I had him. He was the lifeboat in the storms of my life. I have loved a few others before him and during the times we were just friends, though since I realized I loved him more then my best friend my love have been constant, I might have hated him at times, wished he would leave me alone but I have loved him just the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;The best friend in me wants him to find that special someone and the lover in me wishes that would be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;I am in conflict with myself many times, but the love, respect, compassion and happiness I feel for him have stayed the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;People have asked me if there&#39;s been others, if I really have loved him for theses last years of our lifes, and I have been intressted in others I have but the love I have for him is greater, ”So why do you settle for an open relationship”, I didn&#39;t settle for one, this is what he wanted so this is what it is. And that might sound like I settled, and if I have I am alright with it, and I never asked to be anything else either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;I get to be with the man I love above anything in this world and he is my best friend, how can I not be happy with what I have?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/2032945378998221038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-felt-i-needed-to-write-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/2032945378998221038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/2032945378998221038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-felt-i-needed-to-write-this.html' title='Just felt I needed to write this.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837184129170118450.post-3754875432791598539</id><published>2011-09-23T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:42:00.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t take it out on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before reading&lt;/b&gt; this I want to say that it started out with me being annoyed/pissed at someone that I really shouldn&#39;t have been pissed at, so at the beginning it might be like a sort of---attack at said person but I hope if you read the entire thing you will see that this is me taking out my frustrations, instead of arguing with this person that I got pissed at for no reason which would have lead to unnecessary hurt for anyone involved. With that said, take a few minutes to read my latest ”post” about what the hell is going on in my life and what&#39;s on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I ain&#39;t the easiest person to live with, I know that very well, I have troubles, and I really don&#39;t know how to make myself into an easier person to live with, especially if no one can tell me what it is that makes me so hard to live with in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I hate conflicts, thus I myself tend to complain, just like most people I know, to others instead of the person actually involved. Which more often then not creates even more problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mainly because whoever you told will, even if they didn&#39;t think about it, tell the person you should have told in the beginning, if said persons actually talk on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have this phobia, something called ”Social phobia”, which in general means that places with people is places I would avoid. If I don&#39;t a part of my brain that has been taught that these places are ”bad” will send signals to other parts of my brain telling me that I will most likely die if I stay at this place. Yes that&#39;s not only illogical but also completely blown out of proportions, but that is what I tell myself. I am afraid of people watching me, that people will try and trample me down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So a simple task like go buy a litre/gallon (or whatever type of measuring names you have) of milk in an ordinary store is amongst the hardest things I have to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It feels like my ribs will crush my lungs, I can barely breath, my heart is racing, and many times my body freezes in the place I am standing/sitting and I can not move. I have no control over my body. I can ”scream” at it to move but not even a muscle moves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That is me doing a simple task of just going to the store, now imagine what I&#39;ll go trough when I have to walk/travel to say a work place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have gotten better at handling this, and I am re-learning/teaching my brain that these things aren&#39;t ”bad” and they will not kill me. But it&#39;s not  just like switching on a light, it won&#39;t just get ”good” from just a couple of tries. It will take time, more time than I want it to take but I will have to deal if I am ever going to have any type of normal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now lets add the fact that I am also currently depressed, and have to take anti-depression medicine to even get through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t want people to feel sorry for me, that is not what I am after, however I want people to understand why I many times does not act like a ”normal” person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have spent majority of my childhood with a mother addicted to pain medicine, people have later said that they wished they would have done something so me and my brother would have had a better childhood. And in the beginning I hated those people, they where the adults and yet they didn&#39;t do anything to help me live a ”normal” life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But there is no reason for me to hate what they didn&#39;t do. Because even if I am messed up, I am not sure the alternative would have been better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And no I am not saying that if I had to have lived with my father things would have been the same or even worse because I think living with my father would have been a blessing. It&#39;s just that living without my mother after they years she in a way abused me would probably have messed me up even more then living with her and by myself realizing how wrong she had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now I am not sure what it really was that I wanted to say with this, I know that I want others to in a way understand me more but I don&#39;t know how to in the best way express how I feel, or how things have effected me. Most of my stories, poems and text reflects some part of me, a part of my past, my feeling at a given time or my wishes for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And I do have one thing I really would like to do, but I have no idea how. And that is to edit, if needed, my poems and actually publish a small book with my poems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And yes I do have other things I want to do, and things I need to do, and some things I have no choice but to do. But that is something I would love to make happen. I want to share my poems with anyone willing to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And if I actually made any kinda of money from it I could maybe pay off the depths I have, so I eventually would be able to have my own place and live my own life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/3754875432791598539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-take-it-out-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3754875432791598539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3754875432791598539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-take-it-out-on-me.html' title='Don&#39;t take it out on me'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-8538362612218530411</id><published>2011-09-19T01:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:11:24.766+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social phobia"/><title type='text'>How can I still smile when things go wrong?</title><content type='html'>I have for years hid behind my smile when things have gotten rough. And to a point I still do, but nowhere near the amount I did before.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could tell the people closest to me just what the hell&#39;s going on with me, but when I try I shut down, kinda like a clam, shutting myself inside the shell.&lt;br /&gt;
I dislike to argue, I don&#39;t mind bickering or such with my friends n&#39; family, but to truly argue is something I really hate. A part of me go back to when I was younger, I see my mother or hear my fathers voice in the back of my head. I hear their words echoing. As I have stated before it doesn&#39;t even have to be me in an argument, if I hear one close to me I get scared. It&#39;s like I am just waiting for that hit or those words.&lt;br /&gt;
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My &quot;warning-center&quot; doesn&#39;t really comprehend the logic in the situation, it&#39;s been taught that argument means to be alert and afraid. And it takes time to get passed it.&lt;br /&gt;
I have re-learned my &quot;w-c&quot; some things already, it doesn&#39;t scream at me whenever I enter a store anymore. The thoughts where&amp;nbsp;overwhelming, my chest felt like it was shrinking, like my ribs where contracting into me. It felt as if someone was pushing a weight against my&amp;nbsp;rib-cage. And it still do feel like that sometimes. Especially when I have to do something I haven&#39;t done before, like meeting someone I haven&#39;t seen or heard about before.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now, many things have gone bad, or maybe I should just say they didn&#39;t go as planed? I started school again, but since I screwed up with the application for my student loan I haven&#39;t gotten any money and as such I haven&#39;t been able to pay my rent, some days I barely eat anything because I don&#39;t really know when I&#39;ll have money to restock my fridge, freezer or my cabinet. And that is generally bad as it is, but lets add the fact that my body no longer even can pick up the&amp;nbsp;nutrition it used to before the surgery it&#39;s even more important that I eat, and lets not forget I have to take vitamins, other medicines each day, but it&#39;s pretty much all gone and I don&#39;t have money to get a re-fill not right now. And I can&#39;t, or rather I won&#39;t ask to loan any more money from anyone, I&#39;m already in much dept to my family that I&#39;ll feel even worse if I even asked again.&lt;br /&gt;
It was all supposed to get so much better when I moved and started school again. I had it figured out, thanks to the student loan I would be able to pay everyone back, even if not everything but at least most of it. And now I&#39;m no longer in school and because of my &quot;social phobia&quot; I can&#39;t work. I have no idea how the hell I am gonna survive with any kind of pride left - then again I don&#39;t think I have any left, or maybe I have too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, back to the title: How can I smile?&lt;br /&gt;
After writing this I can&#39;t understand how, in the beginning of this post I was going to say that I have people that love and care for me and that is true, even if my heart and brain doesn&#39;t always agree on that part, I do have people that love me and that I love. I have people that want what&#39;s best for me, especially when I doubt I deserve any of the sort. I do have people that will stand by me when things are rough, I just need to let them. I do have people that try to cheer me up when I am down and lends me a shoulder to cry on when I need it. I do have persons in my life that want me to be happy because I DO deserve to be happy. Even if I doubt myself about it more often then not. I can smile because I have them.&lt;br /&gt;
I can smile and laugh even when things sucks because I have persons in my life that love me just as much or maybe even more than I love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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There might be a huge ass mountain between me and whatever there is that will make me truly happy and content here in life, so I&#39;ll just have to climb the F-ing thing and let my family and friends lend me a hand when I need it and be there to laugh with me about the smallest things when I fall and help me back up.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is why I can smile even when things go wrong.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8538362612218530411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-i-still-smile-when-things-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8538362612218530411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8538362612218530411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-i-still-smile-when-things-go.html' title='How can I still smile when things go wrong?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-3774937516388083582</id><published>2011-08-24T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:35:48.326+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother"/><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I wish that I could come with a better&amp;nbsp;explanation&amp;nbsp;for why I haven&#39;t written for over seven months but the only thing I can say is &quot;I haven&#39;t felt like it.&quot; I haven&#39;t even written on my stories for...two almost three years. //feels ashamed// I am now living and going to school in Kristinehamn, where my aunt and uncle lives. I am living with Vik and his girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yesterday my mother had been gone for one year. I can&#39;t quite believe it, though to be honest I haven&#39;t missed her as much as I thought I would nor as much as I probably should.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now that school have started I think I might be writing a little more, or I hope so. I&#39;ll try and write some the tell what&#39;s been going on...or just keep writing and if you by any chance have a question about anything I can respond with a post (if a short reply isn&#39;t enough).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m going to K-san this weekend, miss him a lot, we haven&#39;t seen each other in a couple of weeks now actually, and these last two weeks have been a mess so I am really looking forward to see him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And to see his apartment ^^ I&#39;m so happy for him that he finally have his own place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well I told my aunt 45min ago that I would try and get some sleep - At least I am in bed under my cover :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So bye for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/3774937516388083582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3774937516388083582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/3774937516388083582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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-1837184129170118450.post-8665424701203110384</id><published>2011-01-26T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:29:48.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts, sleep deprive, going away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Sorry I haven&#39;t posted in a while. I just haven&#39;t really felt like writing anything about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Yesterday was a great day :) I fixed with my debts and if it all works out like it should I should be out of debt in two years - And I had no debts at &quot;Kronofogden&quot; (&lt;b&gt;head of enforcement district &lt;/b&gt;I believe) so a reason to celebrate! Heh I was told by a friend that I had to celebrate it, and not with just some ice cream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;So together with Vik I went out and had dinner and drank a couple of beers. Was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Me and Vik will also be leaving for my aunt and uncles this Friday. It&#39;s been a couple of months since we last went. Looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Haven&#39;t really been sleeping these last...five-ish days. and today I&#39;m just not feeling that well but I have things I need to do. Blargh! I just want to go back to sleep. I was supposed take my &#39;sleeping pill&#39; last night but I got caught up in the game and before I knew it it was past&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;twelve&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;. I went to bed after my brother...I rarely do that. I could use a day to just sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow we&#39;re going to Stockholm and the Sci-Fi-bookstore :) Gonna check for a birthday present, or rather check if they have it in store, since I want it as well ^^ (Did that perhaps make it easier or harder for you, hun?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well bye for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;//Sam&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/feeds/8665424701203110384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/01/debts-sleep-deprive-going-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8665424701203110384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1837184129170118450/posts/default/8665424701203110384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unelore.blogspot.com/2011/01/debts-sleep-deprive-going-away.html' title='Debts, sleep deprive, going away.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915405165274550753</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></feed>