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  <title>ROCKZ UNDER MY BALLZZZZ PISTOL IN MY DRAWERZZ</title>
  <subtitle>hackin them bodies good that you can't even smell 'em</subtitle>
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    <name>let me tell you about heartache &amp; the loss of god.</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:71586</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-07-13T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-14T01:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-14T01:28:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">soo i haven't been on this bitch in a while. i just talk to myself on here anyway, i don't know why i even bother but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i clicked on the "post" link, LJ asked me if i wanted to restore from a saved draft. what draft? i hit restore or whatever, and some drunk rambling and bitching came up. a lot has changed since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a boyfriend i(grudgingly)only give about 35% of myself to..., i lost my job on may 5th 2009 for some bullshit and am currently still unemployed. i'm going to do something else with school, but i haven't figured it out yet. my grandfather died on june 10, 2009. i've had an easy time getting over it so far. i've also lost 68lbs. i plan on losing 18 more, but i just need to lose 8lbs to reach my goal. so stoked. i pretty much starved... and i walk 6 miles everyday. i like walking, i like being in shape, i like being outside sweating. i like jogging. i feel good about myself, but somethings eating away at me inside. this is the first serious relationshit i've been in since joey, and it is SO fucking hard getting close to someone again. i make relationshits difficult. i don't think i'm destined to be with anyone forever, i am not capable of it. i don't feel love anymore. i am defective. you know, i think i'm just so fucking far gone. i think everythings getting better and i'm mentally more stable, but really i've isolated myself completely and am living in my bedroom. my bedroom is my world. i like it like this. i like my fucking clutter on the floor, i like being ALONE. i like listening to melancholy nostalgic songs...fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essentially everything i've built up since graduating high school has crumbled. i am completely back at square one. rock bottom. whatever. i'm a fucking retard. life is fucking retarded</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:70861</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-04-08T11:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T15:50:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T15:50:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I don't need to know why the oceans blue or how the flowers grow. I don't need to live waiting on someone to forgive me for my sins."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:70567</id>
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    <title>dammit atmosphere.</title>
    <published>2009-03-30T17:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-30T17:57:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've had insanely good luck the past 2-3 weeks.... an officer knowing i was wasted didn't give me a dui and let a friend pick me up and drive me home, i found $10 at work, a repeat customer bought me a $1 scratch off that sat in my purse for a week or so..i scratched it and won $40. this shit doesn't happen to me. maybe karma exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at peace with myself and everyone around me, but its mostly some spiritual shit. maybe my head is so fucked i've just grown completely delirious. it's hard to explain, but it makes sense to me. im happy to be alive, i expect nothing from anyone, i am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone pushes me so far inside&lt;br /&gt;i am having a really hard time connecting with people,&lt;br /&gt;they smother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like im stuck in the past. like someone's got my heart still, and i compare every new romantic interest to that one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Shook&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I pushed when I should of pulled&lt;br /&gt;Took it all back if I could I put that on my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I would make a top notch good listener&lt;br /&gt;If you could block off a little time out to give it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since we went our separate paths&lt;br /&gt;I hit a couple of snags&lt;br /&gt;That remind me of the past&lt;br /&gt;I cant front I'm having a blast&lt;br /&gt;But damned if I ain't afraid of how long its gonna last&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here wishing we could kick it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gimme your opinions I do miss the criticisms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be distant&lt;br /&gt;Make a visit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill wait up and keep the coffee brewing in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;But who am I jokin' with&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way that you and I will ever get to re-open it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter this is more then love&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if I'm lucky I'll see you out the conner of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was that you?&lt;br /&gt;Looked just like you&lt;br /&gt;Strange things my imagination might do&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath reflect on what we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you left I didn't see it coming&lt;br /&gt;I guess I slept it ain't like you was running&lt;br /&gt;You crept out the front door slow&lt;br /&gt;And I was so self-absorbed I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;And by the the time I looked up, it was booked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You put it all behind you, the bad and the good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A whole house full of dreams and steps&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd be impressed with the pieces I kept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disappeared but the history is still here&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I try not to cry over spilled beer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even get mad that your gone&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me probably the best thing you ever taught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry, its official&lt;br /&gt;I was a fistful&lt;br /&gt;I didn't keep it simple&lt;br /&gt;Chip on the shoulder, anger in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Had so much hatred, now it brings me to shame&lt;br /&gt;Never thought about the world with out you&lt;br /&gt;And I promise, I'll never say another bad word about you." &lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-03-18T15:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T20:48:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T20:48:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm trying to build a relationship with my mother, but its really hard when she is still very defensive of my brother and continues to accuse me of smoking crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something wrong with me, but i don't know if its temporary or a disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a used condom, you kind of need it, but after you've used it you want to dispose of it quickly because its...... dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a shell of who i used to be and i don't know what to do anymore</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:69508</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-02-26T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T18:37:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-26T18:37:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">every morning i wake up sick for the first few hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whats wrong with me. i am a hypochondriac, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe $500 in taxes this year</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:69299</id>
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    <title>goddamn.</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T18:54:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T18:54:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't feel homesick, I'm just so sick of home&lt;br /&gt;It's here that reminds me of everything we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And it tears me down&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick of being who I am, of who I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;A constant reminder&lt;br /&gt;Cold nights, again left alone&lt;br /&gt;Wandering streets all on my own&lt;br /&gt;And all of this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's time that I went back for just even an hour&lt;br /&gt;To talk to you to make things fine again&lt;br /&gt;Again and again I will run from you&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:69008</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-02-07T12:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T17:37:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T17:37:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck friends that are in relationshiTS and are fucking stuck up their boyfriend's/girlfriend's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. when he pisses you off the next day, don't call me. when you break up and your little heart is fucking hurting, im not going to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard to deal with people's SHIT they dump on your shoulders when you're going through your own issues, contemplating whether life is even fucking worth it or not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these entries are the same.bitch.bitch.bitch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:68680</id>
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    <title>leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow for the next round.</title>
    <published>2009-02-06T06:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-06T06:14:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had a dream last night that i was a character from mario. and i was on a level with the boo ghosts. it was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im chill.&lt;br /&gt;i started smoking again for the first time in about 2 years&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel so neurotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting my tongue pierced tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought my standards couldn't get lower,&lt;br /&gt;they just reached critical level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the world&lt;br /&gt;cause it aint what it seeeeeem....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:68303</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-02-02T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-02T06:07:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-02T06:07:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i really fucking hate bank of america.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:67788</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-01-14T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T04:24:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T04:25:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you know, when you actually start going out and getting over yourself, life is so much more pleasant. even if its some temporary relief, it gets your mind off shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it only took me 20 years to figure out that you can't wait on life. anyway, done with the ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/_heartlikeagun_/DSCF0475.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/_heartlikeagun_/DSCF0440.jpg" width="300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting there.</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2009-01-03T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T18:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T18:56:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight&lt;br /&gt;Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance&lt;br /&gt;And I claim Im not excited with my life any more&lt;br /&gt;So I blame this town, this job, these friends&lt;br /&gt;The truth is its myself&lt;br /&gt;And Im trying to understand myself&lt;br /&gt;And pinpoint where I am&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get things figured out&lt;br /&gt;Ive change the whole damn plan&lt;br /&gt;Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight&lt;br /&gt;Talking shit about a pretty sunset&lt;br /&gt;Blanketing opinions that Ill probably reget soon&lt;br /&gt;Ive changed my mind so much I cant even trust it&lt;br /&gt;My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself</content>
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    <title>something</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T05:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T05:22:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"It's time to move on, cause the past can't be your passion.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you did something wrong? Find someone who hasn't"</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-12-23T00:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T05:32:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-23T05:32:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow. i definitely just realized the greatness of a micro sd card and a touchscreen phone. oh jesus. i got texting on my phone now only because i want to use the qwerty keypad. im an idiot.</content>
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    <title>i feel like i am being haunted.</title>
    <published>2008-12-17T08:23:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T08:25:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">some days i'm high as a satellite&lt;br /&gt;other days i'm down and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly, im always pissed off&lt;br /&gt;always on edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill you&lt;br /&gt;because you took the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i want the rest of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of me........................ so sick of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you really sit and think about life, when you really hit rock bottom with no rope to get you out of the hole, you start to dig real fucking deep. you'll find those reminders you buried along with the pieces of your heart&lt;br /&gt;you'll relive moments you wanted to last forever&lt;br /&gt;and moments you wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll dream a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point you should feel pretty fucking lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, scrambling to interpret what your subconscious is trying to get through to you. that voice you silenced for so long is starting to make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything hits so much harder&lt;br /&gt;your brain will either be hazy or clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stuck in a fog every morning abruptly at 4 with my high beams on; reflecting off the moisture in the air.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i'll end up speeding down the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at the edge of a building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats me&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;you dont get it</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-12-13T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-14T05:00:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-14T05:00:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems." - Palahniuk</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:65844</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-12-09T02:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-09T07:44:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-09T07:44:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/red-bull-and-a-smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally come to terms with myself being the only one that finds britney spears more attractive with a shaved head.</content>
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    <title>and if you leave, you're leaving the best so you would have to settle for less.</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T08:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T08:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had an amazing night with nick last night. &lt;br /&gt;conversing through 5am and passing out mid-sentence on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;you know that feeling when you totally connect to someone&lt;br /&gt;when you catch yourself looking at them like you see a new day.&lt;br /&gt;you look away, catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;but by then you're already gone&lt;br /&gt;floating off, somewhere.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lame, but its just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;i felt that it needed to be documented that not all guys are assholes, and when i start feeling hopeless i can look back and be reminded of &lt;i&gt;that one time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entire month has officially been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its little things like this that serve as a reminder that i'm not as dead as i thought i  had become...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:64858</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-12-03T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-03T08:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-03T08:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my futures gray and i can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going out of my way to do nice shit for people i hardly care for in some desperate hope that karma actually exists and good shit will come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't concern myself with anyone that's not coming to my funeral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still find myself giving a fuck because theres no one else around and im so fucking lonely its pathetic. one day i'll look back at this piece of shit and think i was the biggest pussy ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get abducted by aliens</content>
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    <title>moving mountains</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T04:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T04:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">man the -last- thing i should be doing on a night like this is listening to fucking usher.... aw. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss, that I missed, you know I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;You never believe when I say, and I never believe it when you say, I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I shouldn't complain about it, I should take it like a man and walk up out it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we will never be the same... oh&lt;br /&gt;I've been standing in gas, and you have been the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sorry, just wouldn't do it,&lt;br /&gt;Her Heart is oblitereated, I'm trying to get through&lt;br /&gt;Gotta move *this* mountain...&lt;br /&gt;It's like moving mountains...&lt;br /&gt;But I keep climbing and hoping things would change&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns grey, and the water from the rain, washes progress away&lt;br /&gt;It's like moving mountains...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:64353</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-11-29T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-29T22:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-29T22:31:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my brother came home for the weekend. we had -family dinner- for the first time in a long time. i haven't sat at the dinner table for years because my dad masticates loud. for once the TV isn't on and it's quiet. so, i'm sitting on my stool by the sink listening to michael talk about his classes at UCF, i accidentally drop my fork on the ceramic plate, disrupting his conversation, and my dad -looks- over at me then -looks- away. michael continues about how he needs to wash his -new- VW jetta. i lost my appetite and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate being reminded that i'm too much of an idiot to get into a university, that i am reduced to fucking community college going for a vocational certificate. the struts on my car have gone to shit and i need to invest another couple hundred into that hopeless cause on top of the $600+ invested so far, and i also need new tires. i know this is all mostly my fault, i just wish i didn't turn out to be such a disappointment. maybe i'm just placing the blame on someone else, but i must have been abandoned somewhere along the lines. maybe they just gave up on me. half of me wants to come out on top and the other half wants to walk away from it all and leave this town. leave my family, friends, and florida behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im struggling just to keep up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:64226</id>
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    <title>sticking to the sheets</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T09:20:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T09:20:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">breathing against eachother's necks. dosing off in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have done without, but i give in too easily.&lt;br /&gt;why do i still feel this way if we both missed this?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just said that so you wouldn't look like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can be certain of something for once. but everything is always gray--</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:63985</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-11-26T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T23:40:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T23:40:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The gate to my heart has been weld shut&lt;br /&gt;with the splendor of my aspirations closed in&lt;br /&gt;how many years have we waited&lt;br /&gt;for a ship that never set sail?&lt;br /&gt;And how many days have we wasted&lt;br /&gt;chasing a love that was not our own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything and can't see myself getting well anytime soon.</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-11-23T11:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T17:03:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T17:03:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dreams last night ruled so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contraceptive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see or use contraceptive in your dream, suggests that you are refusing to let your creativity emerge from beneath the surface. You are holding back some aspect of yourself. &lt;s&gt;Alternatively, it signifies your anxieties about pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are laughing, suggests that you need to lighten up and let go of your problems. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Laughing is also a sign of joyous release and pleasure. &lt;s&gt;If you are being laughed at, then it indicates your insecurities and fears of not being accepted.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oral Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are giving or receiving oral sex, signifies your willingness to give or receive pleasure/joy. It is symbolic of your creative energy and reaffirms that you are headed in the right direction in life. The dream may also be a pun on talking about sex. You may need to communicate with your mate about your sexual needs and desires. Perhaps you are acting out your sexual wishes. &lt;br /&gt; - specifically: To dream that you are having sex with an ex or something that is not your current mate, denotes your reservations about embarking in a new relationship or situation. You may feel nervous about exposing yourself or currently feel a resurgence of those old emotions and feelings that you felt back when you and your ex were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are in school, signifies feelings of inadequacy and childhood insecurities that have never been resolved. It may relate to anxieties about performance and abilities. You may also be going through a "spiritual learning" experience. Alternatively, a dream that takes place in school may be a metaphor for the lessons that you are learning from your waking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the school was actually a mental institute, which would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asylum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are at an asylum, suggests that you are feeling tremendous mental strain and are trying to reach out for help. You are acknowledging your need for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck, these things are actually correct</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:collapsed_youth:63313</id>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-11-23T02:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T07:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T07:07:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im a little toasted but its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck bitches that are fucked in the head&lt;br /&gt;im a little fucked, but atleast i give good brains and dont have a meth addict face. l;ol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true im a chubzzz and pshyea skinny bitches look good,  but thqats like d00dz with big wangs that dont know how to use them, so they're pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMMITED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my life r00lz right now and i dont even give a shit about anyone, im sittin back. laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all my friends that have goals, thats cool, i need to find more of you. cause im sick of hanging out with idiots that are like 25 working the same job im working and just starting to get into school,  ive done more with my life (thats saying a lot). anyways.................................. haha</content>
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    <title>collapsed_youth @ 2008-11-21T22:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T04:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T04:19:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this optimism shit is so far out of my element, but i love it. it has to be the weather. apparently i get seasonal depression during the hot months, go fucking figure i'm backwards like that. the next 3 weeks at work i have 24 hours/wk and that doesn't phase me at allllllllllll....... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im about to see a million things&lt;br /&gt;i thought id never see before&lt;br /&gt;and im about to do all the things i dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even miss you at all</content>
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