<?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: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-8158857761214215669</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:15:48.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the hidden truth</title><subtitle type='html'>i know i should tell them, but i can't destroy their happiness with my selfish feelings. when you find this, i'm sorry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hate u.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;the one without the shine in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;where did the one who held it together&lt;br /&gt;the one who smiled until it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to show them&lt;br /&gt;show them i can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5452427897139333659?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5452427897139333659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-gonna-make-u-so-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5452427897139333659'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;all i seem to do is exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-9110948018397737920?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/9110948018397737920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/11/existance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9110948018397737920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9110948018397737920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/11/existance.html' title='existance'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6204592743425102033</id><published>2009-11-08T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:31:49.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>ive forgotten how to smile&lt;br /&gt;can u teach how to smile again ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6204592743425102033?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6204592743425102033/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4065981760557795260</id><published>2009-11-07T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:48:59.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>common sense</title><content type='html'>wat common sense..&lt;br /&gt;im slow&lt;br /&gt;im deaf&lt;br /&gt;im jst dumb&lt;br /&gt;wit no brain&lt;br /&gt;or common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand skool&lt;br /&gt;but i nvr seem to show it&lt;br /&gt;im dumb i kno&lt;br /&gt;no need to tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4065981760557795260?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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much&lt;br /&gt;i can leave behind these eyes of mine&lt;br /&gt;and wipe away memories&lt;br /&gt;etched into my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1488797138378595290?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1488797138378595290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1488797138378595290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1488797138378595290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-7286842020705484275</id><published>2009-10-18T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:31:10.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after long talks&lt;br /&gt;u leave me wantin more&lt;br /&gt;uve made me smile&lt;br /&gt;a true ginuine smile&lt;br /&gt;i missed that&lt;br /&gt;i love that about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;nd go back to reality&lt;br /&gt;i wish u were here&lt;br /&gt;wed be inseparable,&lt;br /&gt;unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;wen we separate,&lt;br /&gt;we wud be so shattered&lt;br /&gt;so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much worse&lt;br /&gt;than we r today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared to let go&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;plz dont ever go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7286842020705484275?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7286842020705484275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-long-talks-u-leave-me-wantin-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7286842020705484275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7286842020705484275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-long-talks-u-leave-me-wantin-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3626261845929130750</id><published>2009-10-10T21:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:17:08.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>open my eyes</title><content type='html'>if wat i feel isnt love..&lt;br /&gt;then tell what its like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took that damn questioniere&lt;br /&gt;nd i passed ; i was in love.&lt;br /&gt;but it slipped away&lt;br /&gt;as well as that relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my love is questioned.&lt;br /&gt;i say it so easily..really?&lt;br /&gt;i nvr knew. it was hard&lt;br /&gt;the first few times..&lt;br /&gt;cuz well i ddnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;at least not then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love &lt;br /&gt;so quickly..&lt;br /&gt;so easily..&lt;br /&gt;so blindly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im here questioning my own love.&lt;br /&gt;shudnt i be so confident of my love&lt;br /&gt;but now ur showing me a new light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it love or jst another lust for affection&lt;br /&gt;isnt it love if i fall in a slow quiet sadness&lt;br /&gt;wen i talk to you less nd less?&lt;br /&gt;wen im in my lowest point of sadness&lt;br /&gt;i am alone crying for you,&lt;br /&gt;crying for you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;and stay with me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it love...&lt;br /&gt;i dnt know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i cud never feel wat i do now&lt;br /&gt;for you , with any other person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wud u believe me wen i say it?&lt;br /&gt;i need you now..&lt;br /&gt;plz. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3626261845929130750?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3626261845929130750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3626261845929130750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3626261845929130750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-my-eyes.html' title='open my eyes'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3943850168803557255</id><published>2009-10-03T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:32:48.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh..</title><content type='html'>&amp; we interwined&lt;br /&gt;in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3943850168803557255?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3943850168803557255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3943850168803557255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3943850168803557255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh.html' title='ahh..'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-134831345798856045</id><published>2009-10-02T14:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:41:21.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seas of grass&lt;br /&gt;feel jst like ur hair&lt;br /&gt;against my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;as i stroke it so gently&lt;br /&gt;as if u were there beside me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-134831345798856045?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/134831345798856045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/seas-of-grass-feel-jst-like-ur-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/134831345798856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/134831345798856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/10/seas-of-grass-feel-jst-like-ur-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-669028901628035216</id><published>2009-09-22T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:07:39.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wished</title><content type='html'>i wished you were the one there.&lt;br /&gt;the one who laid you head to rest&lt;br /&gt;upon the desk, enveloped&lt;br /&gt;in you cloth covered arms.&lt;br /&gt;the one whose eyes flutterd shut&lt;br /&gt;in hopes of a gentle somber sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i would have held you&lt;br /&gt;laid you head upon my lap&lt;br /&gt;and stroked you face&lt;br /&gt;until you rested peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wanted to touch him&lt;br /&gt;believing he wad you in his place.&lt;br /&gt;but i remained silent &lt;br /&gt;within those moments.&lt;br /&gt;silently day dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;as reality and life continued on&lt;br /&gt;and soon..i contiued on too..&lt;br /&gt;doing my best to lock up that day dream&lt;br /&gt;for another day, for wen it shall be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-669028901628035216?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/669028901628035216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/669028901628035216'/><link rel='self' 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wanna go to heaven with you.&lt;br /&gt;making all that love with you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel you soul,&lt;br /&gt;give a little bit of myself to you,&lt;br /&gt;hoping you'll do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;never taken, but given through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been far to long since&lt;br /&gt;i've felt you that way.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since&lt;br /&gt;we've been that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;so damn tight.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be so crazed for your lov&lt;br /&gt;i want to fall into tears.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;beneath you only.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; once you've reached heaven,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one beside you&lt;br /&gt;comin down back to earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2790517696352573382?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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frozen &amp;amp; isolating.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be here. i don't call it home.&lt;br /&gt;the empty spaces leave me wondering,&lt;br /&gt;what has passed through these halls,&lt;br /&gt;who will pass them, days long after i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will they call this their home?&lt;br /&gt;or will they live how i do,&lt;br /&gt;in this house frozen &amp;amp; isolated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5037089161733086829?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5037089161733086829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-cold-in-this-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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earth.&lt;br /&gt;fallen deep into space,&lt;br /&gt;there's silence, but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i hear the chatter of ppl around.&lt;br /&gt;it sends me crashing into earth once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in class, that quite frankly is a bore.&lt;br /&gt;all are. but hey wat else can be done.&lt;br /&gt;i dnno y it is i feel i am in isolation.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if ppl see it, i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;but none the less im still&lt;br /&gt;missing them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every bit of me, i drag myself to skool&lt;br /&gt;i do it for them, cuz i know they want&lt;br /&gt;a future for me, but i do it for me to cuz&lt;br /&gt;i dnt want to end up like most of these&lt;br /&gt;ppl in this god forsaken town.&lt;br /&gt;the ones who never leave to travel&lt;br /&gt;the world, hell i traveled to placin&lt;br /&gt;they dream of, nd quite honestly,&lt;br /&gt;it aint all to amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;at least wen ur alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if ur expectin entuseasm from me,&lt;br /&gt;dnt expect much, unless i fake it,&lt;br /&gt;ull never see a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;not in skool for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;talking to them bring a true smile,&lt;br /&gt;a true laugh to me, something&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to feel each day..&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days with you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so weak, i dnt know y i feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i guess cuz ur who make me strong,&lt;br /&gt;or rather, u two hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish u ddnt, so then id toughen up.&lt;br /&gt;cuz this world isnt so nice, i know,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud feel the real pain,&lt;br /&gt;feel complete sadness, so then..&lt;br /&gt;i grow wiser, stronger, more independent.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; never to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cnt lean on u both forever.&lt;br /&gt;its time to be strong nd&lt;br /&gt;stick it out to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>half the weeks over</title><content type='html'>nd i dnt really know where it has gone.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to think up wat happened today,&lt;br /&gt;my mind is blank, for nothing is memorable,&lt;br /&gt;not unless i take a minute to think of my day.&lt;br /&gt;talking, music, laughing, joking, smiling..&lt;br /&gt;average stuff, but somehow it feels so hollow&lt;br /&gt;like ive lost wat made it so meaningful,&lt;br /&gt;so happy, jst like the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is because she is no longer with me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe so, it most likely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know myself well enough to know why&lt;br /&gt;i feel such emptiness, such a hollow mind&lt;br /&gt;with much knowledge to learn.&lt;br /&gt;i know i must do my best to get by,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes thats not enough.&lt;br /&gt;some days my emotions get the best of me,&lt;br /&gt;eatting away my conscious mind,&lt;br /&gt;sending me into an empty abyss.&lt;br /&gt;my day goes on, but im lost in some other land.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere empty, nd endless.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere no one can find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately ive slept my after noons away.&lt;br /&gt;then when night fall comes i am an owl.&lt;br /&gt;noternal, nd aware of my surroundngs.&lt;br /&gt;yet a heavy haze is set upon my eyes&lt;br /&gt;nd my mind, lulling me, making me&lt;br /&gt;attempt to toss &amp;amp; turn my way to another&lt;br /&gt;interupted sleep. sleep never comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;i must work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i may escape my life that i live,&lt;br /&gt;escape what i've pretended to be.&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away to them, for they&lt;br /&gt;they are my true family i love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;they will care for me endlessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must not, for it is not time.&lt;br /&gt;i must wait my turn patiently.&lt;br /&gt;hoping time will slip me by,&lt;br /&gt;nd hoping time will not eat me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearly beloved. i wish to love you endlessy&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be with you til eternity.&lt;br /&gt;but how long must i wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;for i miss your touch, my mind ponders.&lt;br /&gt;wondering how it feels under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like electric? so gentle yet strong&lt;br /&gt;what does it feel like to touch the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;explain it to me, for i dnt know of this touch.&lt;br /&gt;it still remains as a fairy tale in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry quickly time, i need them.&lt;br /&gt;i need them with me soon.&lt;br /&gt;i am selfish, but i am patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2683814553391678721?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2683814553391678721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>so it is</title><content type='html'>we do share similar thoughts&lt;br /&gt;nd it pains me to see her&lt;br /&gt;so broken nd confused&lt;br /&gt;if only i cud comfort her&lt;br /&gt;if only i cud take away her pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;we may act differently at times&lt;br /&gt;but share the same emotions&lt;br /&gt;wen one feels sad the other is to&lt;br /&gt;like identical twins sperated at birth&lt;br /&gt;our telepathy does not limit distance&lt;br /&gt;it is in our hearts that we comunicate&lt;br /&gt;consiously or not this is wat true friends&lt;br /&gt;feels ; they feel as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2257606593321442309?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2257606593321442309/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1603723415060115965</id><published>2009-09-15T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:30:38.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time to get serious</title><content type='html'>time for me to create goals&lt;br /&gt;i hardlt ever complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As less Bs&lt;br /&gt;tagalog&lt;br /&gt;read more&lt;br /&gt;better my vocab&lt;br /&gt;work around house&lt;br /&gt;stop slackin&lt;br /&gt;get my act together&lt;br /&gt;get over myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1603723415060115965?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1688869407239167636</id><published>2009-09-07T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:43:33.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>colapse</title><content type='html'>the tears begin to fall again&lt;br /&gt;seasons r beginning to change again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wokw up to a chill in the air&lt;br /&gt;the autumns chill has caught up to me&lt;br /&gt;its beginnin to freeze my heart up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate aseasonal depression..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1688869407239167636?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8451040332360721670</id><published>2009-09-03T22:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:04:48.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so contradictory</title><content type='html'>wat i dnt get is that&lt;br /&gt;wen a girlz sexually active&lt;br /&gt;shes a whore&lt;br /&gt;but wen a guy is&lt;br /&gt;hes a pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad vs good&lt;br /&gt;cuz girla r meant to be&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;while men can be&lt;br /&gt;pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh pisses me off sometimes&lt;br /&gt;since im not as innocent as&lt;br /&gt;ppl proceve me to be&lt;br /&gt;but at this point pretty much&lt;br /&gt;everyone knoz in my grade knowz&lt;br /&gt;i aint a virgin more like a whore&lt;br /&gt;since they kno i used to be&lt;br /&gt;gettin some every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i miss those good old dayz&lt;br /&gt;i got hooked on him fasttt&lt;br /&gt;well he learned fast so i gotta love that&lt;br /&gt;i swear the real shitz gnna be&lt;br /&gt;fuckin amazinnnnn as heaven&lt;br /&gt;nd ill be even more addicted&lt;br /&gt;than i am now damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id force him to like come over&lt;br /&gt;or hide in my closet so then&lt;br /&gt;yayyyz fun time ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them hr or 2 secesionz&lt;br /&gt;damn ican imagine it rit now&lt;br /&gt;in my room..rit here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i miss him&lt;br /&gt;i want his touch &lt;br /&gt;whether sexual&lt;br /&gt;or not i need his&lt;br /&gt;warmth on my&lt;br /&gt;skin now please&lt;br /&gt;right now plz&lt;br /&gt;gah self control&lt;br /&gt;damn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imaginationz an amazin thing&lt;br /&gt;mhmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6996159475167684866</id><published>2009-09-02T05:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:55:44.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>sometimes at times like this&lt;br /&gt;i wish u cud jst read my mind&lt;br /&gt;maybe then it wud make u&lt;br /&gt;change ur mind about how u feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my apologizes now invalid&lt;br /&gt;so wornout it dnt mean a thing anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i dnt think i can even say it&lt;br /&gt;cuz itll jst faze rit through u&lt;br /&gt;like everyother thing i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz ur hurtin so bad nothin will change&lt;br /&gt;the situation i wish i cud be brave like u&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud say how i felt instead&lt;br /&gt;i jst keep it all to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not cut out to express how i feel verbally im a loser at that&lt;br /&gt;which means ill nvr win a fight&lt;br /&gt;jst another experience worth learnin from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you nd i wish i cud jst rewind&lt;br /&gt;nd fix all my fuck upz cuz&lt;br /&gt;i nvr meant to hurt u or him.&lt;br /&gt;ur my everythin my reason to excel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i feel like im losin drive&lt;br /&gt;were am i going?&lt;br /&gt;wat am i gnna do..without u.&lt;br /&gt;i still need u as my mare in my life&lt;br /&gt;nd no matter how much i say it&lt;br /&gt;things might not ever change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r we not marez anymore..&lt;br /&gt;or r we jst fightin.&lt;br /&gt;maybe ur better off with a better person&lt;br /&gt;someobe who can take care of u&lt;br /&gt;nd mke the effort to tak to u&lt;br /&gt;nd speak up wen needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud be that person but im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;like im in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kno ill have a sweet&lt;br /&gt;dream tonight with&lt;br /&gt;you here &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you boii&lt;br /&gt;nd i hope u feel it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3467902798097246590?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3467902798097246590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3467902798097246590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3467902798097246590'/><link 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readin this.&lt;br /&gt;it made m think of him&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; truly realize that it's time&lt;br /&gt;to move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;u dnt need to force urself&lt;br /&gt;to forget because doin so&lt;br /&gt;give the implus to no forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we ddnt do anythin wrong,&lt;br /&gt;we ddnt fail, nor we lied...&lt;br /&gt;the memoriez, the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;time has changed it all.&lt;br /&gt;vows to wounds..promises to tears..&lt;br /&gt;a dear person into a dear memory..&lt;br /&gt;inside the eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again another quote&lt;br /&gt;speakin to me once more..&lt;br /&gt;on dayz were i roamed the streets&lt;br /&gt;tears burned my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as my mind wondered upon him again.&lt;br /&gt;thinkin im a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;i lied to u, i dnt love u,&lt;br /&gt;not in that way, nor am i with u&lt;br /&gt;any longer, i lied to u sayin&lt;br /&gt;i loved yu forever..&lt;br /&gt;the guilt grew risin up my throat&lt;br /&gt;with tears in the corner of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;god i never felt so low as that.&lt;br /&gt;but readin that made me feel better&lt;br /&gt;nd made me be able to move on again.&lt;br /&gt;cuz yes at some point i did love him alot&lt;br /&gt;nd at some point i wanted to spend&lt;br /&gt;forever with him. &amp;amp; at some point&lt;br /&gt;all those promises i wanted to keep so well.&lt;br /&gt;but now timez have changed nd now&lt;br /&gt;im in love with another, who makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 2 struck me so strongly&lt;br /&gt;this anime/manga made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot to do so, but&lt;br /&gt;if it relates to me tears alwayz&lt;br /&gt;fall. love is such an amazin thing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; such a hard thing to forget&lt;br /&gt;wen alone. this story is so&lt;br /&gt;confusin nd sad, it brings&lt;br /&gt;a realistic story to animation&lt;br /&gt;unlike all those cheezy stories&lt;br /&gt;u expect to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this depicts the true story&lt;br /&gt;of love, not jst the happy&lt;br /&gt;but the ugly side of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav anime of all time.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though u no longer hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;ur still held very close to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4984007224556603631?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/4984007224556603631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4984007224556603631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3201652886756489435?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3201652886756489435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-ok-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3201652886756489435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3201652886756489435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-ok-day.html' title='pretty ok day'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1385811360559846775</id><published>2009-08-25T02:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:24:28.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder</title><content type='html'>wen those tears i shed&lt;br /&gt;do they feel a pang in their chest&lt;br /&gt;do they feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the case&lt;br /&gt;after the tears ran dry&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to her &amp; lifted me&lt;br /&gt;of my horrible mood&lt;br /&gt;bringin me good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i heard i was excited&lt;br /&gt;but a moment later sadend a bit&lt;br /&gt;for spring is a long ways a way&lt;br /&gt;nd waitin hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;u never let me bathe in the sun&lt;br /&gt;i hate u for it bringing down&lt;br /&gt;each chance ice queen dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r wat u r nd i cnt stand u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1385811360559846775?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1385811360559846775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1385811360559846775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1385811360559846775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6787823102848967563</id><published>2009-08-25T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:12:08.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>self destruction</title><content type='html'>u pressed the button again&lt;br /&gt;nd now im fucked up once again&lt;br /&gt;i dnt need this &lt;br /&gt;u make it so difficult for me&lt;br /&gt;y r u still here in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;u still get to have ur way&lt;br /&gt;cuz u kno i cnt do it alone&lt;br /&gt;with them gone u can do&lt;br /&gt;watever u want to do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im far to weak to fight u&lt;br /&gt;nd i will finish u off someday&lt;br /&gt;that day is a long ways away&lt;br /&gt;nd i wish it wud jst end tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want u gone jst leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uve ruined everything i worked for&lt;br /&gt;now i must pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;once more after each time&lt;br /&gt;uve broke me down&lt;br /&gt;another point to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 for me. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on a bipolar spiral down&lt;br /&gt;self distruction after another&lt;br /&gt;how long will it be till  im left&lt;br /&gt;in jst mere ashes nd rubble?&lt;br /&gt;each day seems to be becomin&lt;br /&gt;more agonizin than the last&lt;br /&gt;with each bit of control slippin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from my grasp onto u&lt;br /&gt;no one left to fight for me&lt;br /&gt;jst me nd u once more.&lt;br /&gt;shud i shout for help?&lt;br /&gt;or shud i fight u off alone&lt;br /&gt;or will i jst fall apart&lt;br /&gt;before the battles even begun?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6787823102848967563?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6787823102848967563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-destruction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6787823102848967563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6787823102848967563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-destruction.html' title='self destruction'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1186937581692450833</id><published>2009-08-24T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:58:05.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so ive been told</title><content type='html'>the weak must suffer&lt;br /&gt;so someday&lt;br /&gt;they may become strong&lt;br /&gt;like the others who love them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1186937581692450833?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8105796768091218975</id><published>2009-08-23T23:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:50:02.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wat makin love really is</title><content type='html'>beautiful feeling&lt;br /&gt;its not always jst&lt;br /&gt;the mutual physical&lt;br /&gt;feelings but the emotional&lt;br /&gt;as well if u find the partner&lt;br /&gt;ull love so deeply in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unity ; completion&lt;br /&gt;the closeness u feel&lt;br /&gt;toward the other person&lt;br /&gt;the amazing power nd&lt;br /&gt;feeling of love nd passion&lt;br /&gt;nd everything ur lover feels&lt;br /&gt;every touch every kiss&lt;br /&gt;every moment jst timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;act of love.&lt;br /&gt;cheerish it&lt;br /&gt;dearly my love&lt;br /&gt;jst as u cheerish&lt;br /&gt;me daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8105796768091218975?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8105796768091218975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wat-makin-love-really-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8105796768091218975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8105796768091218975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;read all those emails from u&lt;br /&gt;maybe ull forward them&lt;br /&gt;if not hopefully ull get it rit this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you &amp; im scared of wat&lt;br /&gt;the future will hold for us&lt;br /&gt;i pray its something happy&lt;br /&gt;i trully do asawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8814623506360865035?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8814623506360865035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/aw-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8814623506360865035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8814623506360865035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/aw-man.html' title='aw man'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-121631703206506872</id><published>2009-08-22T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:57:09.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow a yr ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SpCEg1qWoOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dm_dNtGpcio/s1600-h/when_i_want_you_the_most_by_aznbabii0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940055148404962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SpCEg1qWoOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dm_dNtGpcio/s320/when_i_want_you_the_most_by_aznbabii0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dayum his pics from a yr ago &amp;amp; im suprized i got a comment about it jst yesturday sayin r u really naked *nose bleed* uh ok.. &amp;amp; some other guy was sayin he wanted more of these pics nd to show him uhh HELLZ NAH PERV the point of this piece was the vulerability or bein lonely is like bein naked etc for goodness sake the title was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"when i need you the most" &amp;amp; the discription said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you can't be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will be the day you can be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you can soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for i don't know how much i can last..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so this dmn pic has nothin erotic or anythin like that goin on its jst a pic of showin how much i missed him so..plus kay &amp;amp;* well at that point in our relationship it was gettin worse nd worse so yea im jst like wow dudes i dnt even kno wow.. i dnt think i plan on doin another nude shot anytime so if its gnna be this way..jeez it was jst me expressin my creativity for once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-121631703206506872?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/121631703206506872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-yr-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/121631703206506872'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>someone im extremely happy for her&lt;br /&gt;she seems be very happy about this one&lt;br /&gt;cuz shes pretty open about him&lt;br /&gt;im happy she seems happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes seems to have picked a sweet guy&lt;br /&gt;i hope hell be true to her&lt;br /&gt;nd treat her how shes supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be treated cuz it wud hurt&lt;br /&gt;to see her heartbroken again&lt;br /&gt;cuz if shes hurt i am too&lt;br /&gt;shes my best friend of course&lt;br /&gt;shes so important to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me miss derek a little&lt;br /&gt;since we dnt have so much&lt;br /&gt;cutenss anymore i miss him too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none the less im happy&lt;br /&gt;for her cuz it seems shes&lt;br /&gt;happy nd thats all i cud&lt;br /&gt;every ask for thanks god&lt;br /&gt;im thankin u for this all :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1791309270013723769</id><published>2009-08-21T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:48:23.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im super super fed up with it</title><content type='html'>omfg like since wen did ppl get so bad&lt;br /&gt;like honestly im jst sick nd tired of it&lt;br /&gt;like u cannot believe i had nooo fuckin idea how pissed i am like honestly&lt;br /&gt;the ppl who talk shit have no fuckin&lt;br /&gt;idea who their talkin about since they&lt;br /&gt;dnt even KNOW me or kay&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dare they talk shit about us esp kay cuz she fuckin straight up &amp;amp; real wen it comes to wen she doesnt like soemones attitude or their fakeness she will have no prob to tell them to their face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuck the damn haterz nd fake asses im done with makin friends with them urg fuckin rkdkelslqpfn bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1791309270013723769?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1791309270013723769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-super-super-fed-up-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1791309270013723769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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saddened me cuz&lt;br /&gt;those were the last moments&lt;br /&gt;of my perforomin career&lt;br /&gt;[not that it was a career in the first place]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss learnin routines&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; performin my heart out&lt;br /&gt;on that mat doin wat im good at&lt;br /&gt;its an ego boost i guess u cud say&lt;br /&gt;cuz i love the attention they give me&lt;br /&gt;i was always the example&lt;br /&gt;for wat a good jump or flip&lt;br /&gt;was i looked embarrased&lt;br /&gt;but deep down i loved every bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck with nothin left&lt;br /&gt;low on self esteem again&lt;br /&gt;jst like they used to be&lt;br /&gt;cuz im never gonna turn back&lt;br /&gt;never gonna cheer again&lt;br /&gt;cuz i promised never to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive seen wat it can do&lt;br /&gt;to a relationship&lt;br /&gt;that was barely holdin on.&lt;br /&gt;i wont let myself do that&lt;br /&gt;to him, never, never again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7749825564722618214?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7749825564722618214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/watchin-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7749825564722618214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7749825564722618214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/watchin-them.html' title='watchin them'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-5969043299789961895</id><published>2009-08-20T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:03:11.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/So3yJKuO_hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ht71dbMIJU0/s1600-h/DSCN2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372216169833889298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/So3yJKuO_hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ht71dbMIJU0/s320/DSCN2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur a huge mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get over urself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; grow up damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5969043299789961895?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5969043299789961895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5969043299789961895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5969043299789961895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/So3yJKuO_hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ht71dbMIJU0/s72-c/DSCN2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8557628916798490164</id><published>2009-08-19T18:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:47:23.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mental break down #?</title><content type='html'>how many so far this summer&lt;br /&gt;who knoz..&lt;br /&gt;i jst miss you guyz&lt;br /&gt;yall r my everythin&lt;br /&gt;nd now its like time out to a 5 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;take the toys away cuz they were bad&lt;br /&gt;cept wat did i do that was so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it karma to all my awful preteen yrs?&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was over..&lt;br /&gt;guess not the past bites back&lt;br /&gt;like it hasmt already&lt;br /&gt;each day my past just &lt;br /&gt;takes a piece of my sanity&lt;br /&gt;my reason for happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8557628916798490164?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8557628916798490164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-break-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8557628916798490164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8557628916798490164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-break-down.html' title='mental break down #?'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8101161533089950035</id><published>2009-08-19T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:50:55.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fight tonight</title><content type='html'>my bad sides seepin out again..gotta be positive..&lt;br /&gt;im such a bad optimist.&lt;br /&gt;i cnt do anythin right right now cuz i cnt talk to u im in mental lockdown with the person i dnt want to be with most..myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im my own worst enemy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let me get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see whos gnna win the fight tonight.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8101161533089950035?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8101161533089950035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/fight-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8101161533089950035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8101161533089950035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/fight-tonight.html' title='fight tonight'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8592989876656483539</id><published>2009-08-19T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:43:06.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wats it like</title><content type='html'>to be so busy&lt;br /&gt;u dnt talk anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you quite terribly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8592989876656483539?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8592989876656483539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wats-it-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8592989876656483539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8592989876656483539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wats-it-like.html' title='wats it like'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6726877406525057997</id><published>2009-08-19T08:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:33:39.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>thats some crazy ass &lt;br /&gt;fuckin dream&lt;br /&gt;i almost got killed ?!&lt;br /&gt;knives?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtffff &lt;br /&gt;time to look it up in the dream journal &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6726877406525057997?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6726877406525057997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6726877406525057997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6726877406525057997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3231238687365554705</id><published>2009-08-18T14:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:02:09.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty nd credibility</title><content type='html'>these days u really dnt kno&lt;br /&gt;who the hell to trust anymore&lt;br /&gt;ppl be talkin mad shit&lt;br /&gt;over somethin they dnt&lt;br /&gt;even fuckin kno about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck them 2 faced ppl&lt;br /&gt;cuz karma be gettin them someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice life bitches :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3231238687365554705?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3231238687365554705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty-nd-credibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3231238687365554705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3231238687365554705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty-nd-credibility.html' title='honesty nd credibility'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1588547533798571999</id><published>2009-08-18T01:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:03:36.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>destinyz child brown eyes</title><content type='html'>&amp;hes missin me if hes not kissin me&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missin you like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;so many love songs&lt;br /&gt;but so little time to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent told u all the things i want&lt;br /&gt;how i feel ; how much im in love with you&lt;br /&gt;but in the end u jst end up mumblin it all&lt;br /&gt;to myself hopin one day ill remember&lt;br /&gt;to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things seem to be goin in the same wayz it did last summer but somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems different this time with you&lt;br /&gt;that maybe we wont turn out to be&lt;br /&gt;another broken down relationship&lt;br /&gt;im jst hopin my gut is agreein with my heart this time &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1588547533798571999?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-2227015151692347158</id><published>2009-08-17T03:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:34:01.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heaven promises eternity&lt;br /&gt;nd love will last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you forever&lt;br /&gt;nd im happy ur do too&lt;br /&gt;ur so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;nd u dnt evn know it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyousomuchasawa&lt;br /&gt;rememberthatalways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2227015151692347158?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1563983353024914916</id><published>2009-08-15T01:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:38:10.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;ur there to wipe away my sadness&lt;br /&gt;any uneasy feelings melt away.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being here,&lt;br /&gt;for caring about me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank god everyday for having u here.&lt;br /&gt;nd i pray that ull nvr go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1563983353024914916?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1563983353024914916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1563983353024914916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1563983353024914916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-2451781977846302151</id><published>2009-08-14T00:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:41:46.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bokura ga ita</title><content type='html'>make him your memories&lt;br /&gt;&amp; let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your stronger &amp; smarter&lt;br /&gt;this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love &lt;br /&gt;can heal a heart&lt;br /&gt;hurt by love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2451781977846302151?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2451781977846302151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/bokura-ga-ita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2451781977846302151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2451781977846302151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/bokura-ga-ita.html' title='bokura ga ita'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1289530125023337632</id><published>2009-08-12T21:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:41:06.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these songs</title><content type='html'>make me wanna make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with the way we fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want your touch, i need it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..my body screams it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes pleading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can wait just another lustless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need self control anywayz&lt;br /&gt;ur an animal get it together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1289530125023337632?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1289530125023337632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1289530125023337632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1289530125023337632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-songs.html' title='these songs'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8889654414983629881</id><published>2009-08-12T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:04:29.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>stop acting this way&lt;br /&gt;ur so irrational.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i found you&lt;br /&gt;made me see the better side&lt;br /&gt;of life. thank you :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8889654414983629881?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8889654414983629881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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patethic</title><content type='html'>layin in a bed&lt;br /&gt;half naked&lt;br /&gt;in the dark alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;tick..tock..&lt;br /&gt;the clock plays&lt;br /&gt;stuck on repeat&lt;br /&gt;what has happened?&lt;br /&gt;tell me where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;i lay here in my bed alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you &lt;br /&gt;cant you see&lt;br /&gt;cant you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;im sure you can&lt;br /&gt;but this distance..&lt;br /&gt;those 1000 miles..&lt;br /&gt;keep you away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i want you&lt;br /&gt;your not here &lt;br /&gt;not by my side&lt;br /&gt;all i do is day dream&lt;br /&gt;daydream of us sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming warmingly&lt;br /&gt;beside one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wont happen,&lt;br /&gt;at least, for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5557419464664829668?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5557419464664829668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-patethic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5557419464664829668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5557419464664829668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-patethic.html' title='how patethic'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4741241746979702537</id><published>2009-08-10T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rxj</title><content type='html'>"because if you love too deeply you cannot bear the pain of its loss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love romeo x juliet &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4741241746979702537?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/4741241746979702537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/rxj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4741241746979702537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4741241746979702537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/rxj.html' title='rxj'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6887844030593991269</id><published>2009-08-06T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>home from cali..&lt;br /&gt;lots have gone on over thinkin it again ashley..go me. stupid bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6887844030593991269?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6887844030593991269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6887844030593991269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6887844030593991269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3242476269168156754</id><published>2009-07-21T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>urg.</title><content type='html'>i'm selfish..wats new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3242476269168156754?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3242476269168156754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/07/urg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3242476269168156754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3242476269168156754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/07/urg.html' title='urg.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-7777474758392685553</id><published>2009-07-20T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:54:42.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all over again</title><content type='html'>i'm filled with silent tears&lt;br /&gt;save me from my emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7777474758392685553?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7777474758392685553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7777474758392685553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7777474758392685553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-over-again.html' title='all over again'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-474098944097132386</id><published>2009-06-18T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:20:31.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how i need you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjrYOWkTbpI/AAAAAAAAADg/v8BlTWiizAk/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348825248543501970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjrYOWkTbpI/AAAAAAAAADg/v8BlTWiizAk/s320/DSCN1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjrYOBvWGEI/AAAAAAAAADY/tfcwVf-Idoc/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348825242952669250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjrYOBvWGEI/AAAAAAAAADY/tfcwVf-Idoc/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your body belongs next to mine, can't you see it in my eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-474098944097132386?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/474098944097132386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-i-need-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/474098944097132386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/474098944097132386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-i-need-you-so.html' title='oh how i need you so.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjrYOWkTbpI/AAAAAAAAADg/v8BlTWiizAk/s72-c/DSCN1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-208693697243264303</id><published>2009-06-17T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:39:29.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss your touch babii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmL_9U-OvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fN3MOGccxUg/s1600-h/DSCN1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348459963389721330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmL_9U-OvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fN3MOGccxUg/s320/DSCN1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmL_jhet7I/AAAAAAAAADI/f3BvS8JHL3k/s1600-h/DSCN1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348459956462860210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmL_jhet7I/AAAAAAAAADI/f3BvS8JHL3k/s320/DSCN1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on edge, craving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come closer, i want your warmth. i want to feel you by me, all through the night, instead of these bland nights of searching through waves of checkered pinks and hot pink, reaching out to touch you so tenderly. even for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come a little closer, just mile by mile, you'll come back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-208693697243264303?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/208693697243264303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-your-touch-babii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/208693697243264303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/208693697243264303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-your-touch-babii.html' title='i miss your touch babii..'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmL_9U-OvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fN3MOGccxUg/s72-c/DSCN1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-7542887655574364660</id><published>2009-06-11T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:32:07.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love in loud poetry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmKX5j9DRI/AAAAAAAAADA/WUP0hFekR10/s1600-h/DSCN1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348458175672421650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmKX5j9DRI/AAAAAAAAADA/WUP0hFekR10/s320/DSCN1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all just want to see me cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you anger me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7542887655574364660?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7542887655574364660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-loud-poetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7542887655574364660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7542887655574364660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-loud-poetry.html' title='love in loud poetry.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmKX5j9DRI/AAAAAAAAADA/WUP0hFekR10/s72-c/DSCN1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-5963269068151941073</id><published>2009-06-10T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:16:39.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well someone got their hand stuck up their vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjAbbsD8hTI/AAAAAAAAACg/F2NbV99cw_8/s1600-h/DSCN1446daily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345802920186905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjAbbsD8hTI/AAAAAAAAACg/F2NbV99cw_8/s320/DSCN1446daily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5963269068151941073?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5963269068151941073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-someone-got-their-hand-stuck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5963269068151941073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5963269068151941073'/><link 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vagina'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6871535431877979365</id><published>2009-06-09T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:26:53.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i do it for the attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348456715184160562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmJC40avzI/AAAAAAAAACo/RNwzJE9YCAg/s320/DSCN1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SjmJDjDWT1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dYGE0Dlmj2s/s1600-h/DSCN1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so love me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dying for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6871535431877979365?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6871535431877979365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do-it-for-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6871535431877979365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6871535431877979365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345113395811832418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/Si2oUFmL0mI/AAAAAAAAACY/R0WPmRP6jvM/s320/DSCN1445+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;days like today have just left me,&lt;br /&gt;like gone by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2115518189638430156?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2115518189638430156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesturday-simply-skies-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-2527697790869788197</id><published>2009-06-07T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:44:55.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SivObIGtlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QM5UWH5xVUU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344592348232651826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SivObIGtlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QM5UWH5xVUU/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your still with me, but your not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy, i miss you terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lay with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2527697790869788197?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2527697790869788197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2527697790869788197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2527697790869788197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SivObIGtlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QM5UWH5xVUU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1805692071557285057</id><published>2009-06-07T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:21:15.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bright nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SivMhrxifmI/AAAAAAAAACI/cjS5xoiU6ss/s1600-h/DSCN1406+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344590261863480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SivMhrxifmI/AAAAAAAAACI/cjS5xoiU6ss/s320/DSCN1406+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tortured awaiting to get on with life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family parties suck ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1805692071557285057?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1805692071557285057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/bright-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1805692071557285057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1805692071557285057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SiqUQ7JFM9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ACJJyaKuYrs/s320/DSCN1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;photos of my daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;new cellular device. unlimited, life's good again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2817654771191969942?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2817654771191969942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3561576985194717785</id><published>2009-04-27T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damned heart.</title><content type='html'>the heart clings onto memories&lt;br /&gt;whether your mind wishes to keep,&lt;br /&gt;or wishes to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart does not follow.&lt;br /&gt;rebelling in everyway possible.&lt;br /&gt;the dark corner, the unforgotten,&lt;br /&gt;merely the hidden carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i not dispose of them?&lt;br /&gt;aren't i the harsh one?&lt;br /&gt;aren't i the one who finished it?&lt;br /&gt;is it my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;or is it my heart tellin me to keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned heart.&lt;br /&gt;will you ever give into what my mind speaks?&lt;br /&gt;listen to the mind, listen to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;he's aching because of the unforgotten.&lt;br /&gt;let go, let it slip away.&lt;br /&gt;stop your lingering and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;let him take you away.&lt;br /&gt;let him save you from the unforgotten,&lt;br /&gt;before you let it consume you wholy once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3561576985194717785?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3561576985194717785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/04/damned-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3561576985194717785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;they dont like ur attitude well i can&lt;br /&gt;see y ur all fuckin bitches and i hope&lt;br /&gt;yall learn ur lesson one day. i hope&lt;br /&gt;one day all ur damn tears and fake&lt;br /&gt;ass drama will finally make u realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama aint fuckin neccesary, ppl say&lt;br /&gt;they hate it YET u continue to stay in it?&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder y? maybe cuz u makin it&lt;br /&gt;happen, talkin bout ur "best friend" behind&lt;br /&gt;her back cuz thats wat everyon else does&lt;br /&gt;rit rit? does anyone get it? that aint how&lt;br /&gt;a best friends or friends in general gotta be&lt;br /&gt;im not sayin to be all goody 2 shoes but&lt;br /&gt;i mean the fuckin drama is jst fucked up&lt;br /&gt;and sooo fuckin un-needed im so fuckin&lt;br /&gt;happy that i got a few more years and im fckin&lt;br /&gt;gone GONE BITCHES, PEACIN IT out&lt;br /&gt;of this damn town for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint so damn way ur makin me come back here,&lt;br /&gt;a reunion, maybe, just to rub it in their damn&lt;br /&gt;faces of how far ive come, how ill be a successful&lt;br /&gt;business woman married to a doctor &amp;amp; livin&lt;br /&gt;happily with 2 dogs and 3 kids in japan. fuckk them&lt;br /&gt;theyll prb still be bummin it around the town&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in my mind ima laugh in their damn faces sayin&lt;br /&gt;HA fuckin bitches se wat happens to u wen u do&lt;br /&gt;all u did in high skool? ur some 30 yr old w/ just&lt;br /&gt;a hs degree and wat else? 4 kids? ooooo real impressive&lt;br /&gt;a babii maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh just gotta let it all go. fuck them im done&lt;br /&gt;with fake ass ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3202062507939003950?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6426547548748378857</id><published>2009-03-18T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so damn numb.</title><content type='html'>i just want to fuckin hit somethin.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care as long as i can feel somethin,&lt;br /&gt;feelin anythin.&lt;br /&gt;im so damn numb, all i feel is the invisible&lt;br /&gt;space. no matter how much i punch,&lt;br /&gt;i feel nothin. not a fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna pound my fists against ur chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell u no no no, this isnt happenin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like a 5 year old. let me hit u, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like those old movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youll just forgive me and wrap ur&lt;br /&gt;arms around me, lulling me. its warm.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it on my skin, i can feel you.&lt;br /&gt;and i close my eyes, there's tears,&lt;br /&gt;hot tears streaming. &lt;em&gt;when did they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get there...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6426547548748378857?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6426547548748378857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-damn-numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6426547548748378857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6426547548748378857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-damn-numb.html' title='so damn numb.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1645808198775274984</id><published>2009-03-18T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear heart, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;come back to me - utada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brown eyes - lady gaga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forever - j-lie ft. laron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby steps - varsity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe this..ur gone.again.&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck could i have done this.&lt;br /&gt;how could i fuck us up again. i cant&lt;br /&gt;believe myself rit now. how..just how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your everything derek.&lt;br /&gt;i do, but i dont think i can provide&lt;br /&gt;everything for you, not materialisticly,&lt;br /&gt;emotionally. i cant tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;for u, how i love you so. im still thinkin&lt;br /&gt;about dan sometimes. you get upset,&lt;br /&gt;so terribly hurt, [i can understand y]&lt;br /&gt;it weighs my chest knowin wat the&lt;br /&gt;outcome of the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kno im no perfect person. im far from it.&lt;br /&gt;i know im terribly flawed, it's quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder into the past far too much &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck on a dead man. y? i love him..still.&lt;br /&gt;you can't expect me to completely &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my first love. its like forgettin ur own name.&lt;br /&gt;memories flash by me all the time, for most&lt;br /&gt;i just let it be &amp;amp; fade, sometimes i have to fight&lt;br /&gt;off the urge to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote i will always remember is:&lt;br /&gt;"It takes a minute to have a crush on someone,&lt;br /&gt;an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-&lt;br /&gt;but it takes &lt;em&gt;a lifetime&lt;/em&gt; to forget someone."&lt;br /&gt;it leaves me thinkin more and more about dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd damn i cant do this i can NEVER forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember. i hate it. the moments i want&lt;br /&gt;to remember so terribly, i can never remember, only&lt;br /&gt;moments when it's at my lowest, wen it's the worst&lt;br /&gt;fights, the words that cut deep, [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate you! i don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you anymore. leave me alone. i don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont give a fuck. shut up. don't ever talk to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;] thats wat will always remain in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;no matter the time that has passed, it shall remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that life was beginning to change. i thought&lt;br /&gt;it was goin to be better, todays happy day for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;cant my day go rit? it's become the opposite. its one&lt;br /&gt;of the worst days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem i stumbled on long ago now fits well with&lt;br /&gt;the situation i live with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulseverance.deviantart.com/art/how-selfish-can-you-be-113700993%22%3Ehow"&gt;http://beautifulseverance.deviantart.com/art/how-selfish-can-you-be-113700993"&gt;how&lt;/a&gt; selfish can you be? by &lt;a class="u" href="http://beautifulseverance.deviantart.com/"&gt;BeautifulSeverance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;maybe i should rumage&lt;br /&gt;through old belongins...no it would hurt far to much.&lt;br /&gt;i know wat lies in that box now, ill never forget words&lt;br /&gt;ive said, words i never knew i said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1645808198775274984?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1645808198775274984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-heart-where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1645808198775274984'/><link rel='self' 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theory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;after reading a few of these old posts&lt;br /&gt;i saw how miserable &amp;amp; selfish i was.&lt;br /&gt;i am still selfish at times i know, i&lt;br /&gt;can aknowledge that, but the misery&lt;br /&gt;has left me, only leavin me with&lt;br /&gt;moments of sadness and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will no longer linger upon my past.&lt;br /&gt;no longer shall i stay in a constant&lt;br /&gt;battle with myself, i can't deal with&lt;br /&gt;that for the rest of my life. i've learned&lt;br /&gt;from others that there's better things&lt;br /&gt;to do in your life than just sulk around&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; think so negatively. We do not deserve&lt;br /&gt;to feel this way because there is always&lt;br /&gt;someone out there living a worse life than&lt;br /&gt;your own so we should think about that&lt;br /&gt;before we complain &amp;amp; think negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happier, healthier, emotional wise.&lt;br /&gt;i've also become more religious after&lt;br /&gt;he passed away &amp;amp; since my confirmation&lt;br /&gt;is gonna come around soon. it never really&lt;br /&gt;occured to me til last sunday in church when&lt;br /&gt;i thought of the sins i've commited, the hurt&lt;br /&gt;i've caused, which caused my guilt to rise.&lt;br /&gt;but i looked up and thought of you, how this&lt;br /&gt;is far from what you want me to be, your in&lt;br /&gt;heaven &amp;amp; your happy. thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;then i realized your what made me believe in&lt;br /&gt;a real heaven, an eternal life. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turly made me believe now that i can&lt;br /&gt;really be with derek forever, i know i have said&lt;br /&gt;i want us to be together forever, but i was&lt;br /&gt;never 100% sure of a future forever with him.&lt;br /&gt;but i realize that there is such a short time&lt;br /&gt;on earth &amp;amp; after in heaven it's forever with him.&lt;br /&gt;nothing will change that. it amazed me &amp;amp; i thanked you.&lt;br /&gt;you helped me again. even though ur not around&lt;br /&gt;you are still around in my mind. sometimes i dont&lt;br /&gt;want to cuz it makes me sad, and i wanna stop&lt;br /&gt;but i think of you &amp;amp; think of wat u want me to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i stop thinkin negatively &amp;amp; more positively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i could ever say these words outloud&lt;br /&gt;no never, the words would lose its worth. it would.&lt;br /&gt;i can never speak words ive written aloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6212322969550153218?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6212322969550153218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/03/fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6212322969550153218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6212322969550153218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/03/fresh.html' title='fresh.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4053587752218590848</id><published>2009-01-28T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful esacpe - donnie j&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how will i know? - keke palmer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;away - corey gibson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;new year. new boy. new love.&lt;br /&gt;new alot of things but is their&lt;br /&gt;true happiness along with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all u wanted was my happiness&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even do that cuz&lt;br /&gt;im still thinkin about u..i thought&lt;br /&gt;i could do this. am i givin in again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i need to fight for this&lt;br /&gt;do this for me, for u, and esp him.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hurt him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hurt him ever,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna make the same misakes&lt;br /&gt;i made before with u.&lt;br /&gt;i want to show him i love him the way&lt;br /&gt;i tell him, do i? do i show him love&lt;br /&gt;and passion that i lacked before cuz&lt;br /&gt;i was to busy thinkin about u still?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i show it. i really try to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i break his heart and hurt him&lt;br /&gt;like i do somehow and itll be over for good.&lt;br /&gt;i wont date anymore..well at least for a&lt;br /&gt;good long while. ill leave myself in seclusion.&lt;br /&gt;im doin all those guys a favor, savin them&lt;br /&gt;time and their breathe on words that would&lt;br /&gt;break them in the end.  i dont want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;ppl. i dont want to hurt anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;y do i hurt ppl..? y do i anger ppl, esp&lt;br /&gt;those i love the most..i dearest loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont seem to undersand y all this happens&lt;br /&gt;do u understand y? is it cuz it just happens?&lt;br /&gt;y cant i learn lessons ive been taught so long&lt;br /&gt;ago? y cant i fix myself? y am i so defective&lt;br /&gt;wen it comes to relationships with ppl?&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill figure it out one day. just need&lt;br /&gt;to do wats best for each day. think a little wizer,&lt;br /&gt;a little faster. hopefully ill figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4053587752218590848?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/4053587752218590848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4053587752218590848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4053587752218590848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html' title='new.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6231192588880741860</id><published>2008-09-27T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i think ill stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm gone - pussycat dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hush, hush - pussycat dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will work for love - usher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearin that story makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;im not going back to winter season,&lt;br /&gt;i was iffy to it but now i think im pretty&lt;br /&gt;final on it. i kno he doesnt want me doing&lt;br /&gt;it &amp;amp; ur not gonna stop me cuz it makes&lt;br /&gt;me happy. cheer isnt all to much anything&lt;br /&gt;anymore. i dont really benefit just gettin&lt;br /&gt;fit but i dont get scholorships from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i..i dont want him to hurt him &amp;amp; make&lt;br /&gt;him hurt cuz of me cheerin. he loves&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; wouldnt breakup with me for&lt;br /&gt;cheerin but still i dont want him to feel&lt;br /&gt;sad or down cuz im a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop it now, im sure my team&lt;br /&gt;would hate me for sure, but idrc i dont&lt;br /&gt;like most of my team anywayz, just some&lt;br /&gt;freshman r cool. ill find somethin else&lt;br /&gt;for me to do. im doin this cuz i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure theyll say she was so good, she&lt;br /&gt;could have been on varsity or somethin&lt;br /&gt;cuz alot of them tell me so, but its alright&lt;br /&gt;i can go do somethin else. im tired of their&lt;br /&gt;practices anywayz. *sigh* im gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;but its for the best im sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6231192588880741860?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6231192588880741860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-ill-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6231192588880741860'/><link 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/&gt;to u, just a little less. come on now i already talk&lt;br /&gt;to him for &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; few hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood up to them &amp;amp; it made u happy, even though&lt;br /&gt;we werent together again. i dont want to keep&lt;br /&gt;doing wat i did so from now on i will do wats rit.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna keep standin up cuz i do love you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really want u to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wronged her, well we both did, but i could&lt;br /&gt;have prevented it. damn my agreein ways. i hurt&lt;br /&gt;her. i hurt the 2 &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; important ppl of my life.&lt;br /&gt;this changing this is offical i will change god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will change for the better, i will stand up &amp;amp; fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;i will be a better mare &amp;amp; wifey i swear i promise i am&lt;br /&gt;goin to better myself for the both of u since all u guys&lt;br /&gt;have ever done for me is be the best hubby &amp;amp; mare&lt;br /&gt;i could ever ask for. i do look up to u guys for it, even&lt;br /&gt;if u guys dont kno that. i do love you both, if i didnt,&lt;br /&gt;then i wouldnt have done this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5806709760109961251?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5806709760109961251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-make-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5806709760109961251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay - tonya mitchell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt u, really bad. an apology cant fix this im sure of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to be makin the same mistakes ive made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been makin for the past 5 months. i knew that either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way we would both lose in which ever dission i choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its over. i cant believe it cuz keep wat im feelin in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one notices thank gawd cuz i kno everyone will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be up on my case &amp;amp; ill end up cryin. i had thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u when i sat by myself, i kept in the tears cuz i kno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone will wonder y is she cryin? she doesnt seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt. and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with u so bad u kno that rit? maybe u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt believe that since i chose not to, but i really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do, i just dont want to keep hurtin u, upsetin u, makin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u sad. i cant take it wen it comes to hurtin someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about my own feelins i want to concentrate on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur feelins. all i ever want out of u is for u to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not just cuz i am, but cuz u can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish u didnt have to work so damn hard and spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much money on me, u risked ur health for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it y do u have to do this. i feel like i just sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her and look pretty &amp;amp; thats all ill do. i told myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would get off my butt and somethin for him, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5 months too late for that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur the one who can make me truly happy and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the only one ill love that way. ive decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin to better myself, for u. i want to be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep up friendships &amp;amp; make friends. ill do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so confused. if theres nothin to sacrifice, its not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wat does that mean? i dont love you? i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but y is it that my chest is hurtin? plz explain to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if ill ever tell any of u guys about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how ull think of me, i wonder if u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would look &amp;amp; feel sorry, or think im just a selfish child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i am who i am im sorry if it turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethin u didnt expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1950982676261569429?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1950982676261569429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/takin-to-much-and-givin-so-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1950982676261569429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1950982676261569429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/takin-to-much-and-givin-so-little.html' title='takin to much and givin so little'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3876122284101423857</id><published>2008-09-13T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;broken heart - donnie klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick it up - donnie klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said it was over. i didnt want to believe it was u this time.&lt;br /&gt;but i knew i was just foolin myself wen i think its not u.&lt;br /&gt;but u ended things &amp;amp; u kno i understood, but it doesnt mean&lt;br /&gt;i dont hurt. things have been goin down hill for so long&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; u gettin down on ur knees beggin for me to take u back...&lt;br /&gt;it hurt to reject u. i only did it cuz i dont want u to be doin&lt;br /&gt;all that u do that im totally oblivious to. i dont want it to be&lt;br /&gt;unfair to u but maybe we can be together again later on in life,&lt;br /&gt;wen ive done a little growin up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope he understands y i chose to do wat i did,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i did it for us. plz forgive me for hurtin u so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3876122284101423857?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3876122284101423857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hollywood girl - donnie klang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong with me? am i that selfish?&lt;br /&gt;im so stuck on those words Y?! wtf y?!&lt;br /&gt;i mean i feel so stupid now for crying as&lt;br /&gt;much as i did for somethin that wasnt&lt;br /&gt;happening. wowowowowowow is all i can&lt;br /&gt;say. i dwell to much upon the past, i need&lt;br /&gt;to move on &amp;amp; learn from wat has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have lost him, just a warning sign,&lt;br /&gt;i need to pull my wieght in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;since i want it to work so badly. wow im acting&lt;br /&gt;just like them, no effort yet they still want to&lt;br /&gt;be with me. wow. look wat ive become from&lt;br /&gt;selfishness. this needs to stop. now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7774297672399252412?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8262755854601454996</id><published>2008-09-03T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;please be mine - jonas brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful lie - 30 seconds to mars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someday - nina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont love you - mcr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of our probz reside in me. im sorry&lt;br /&gt;for being so selfish &amp;amp; spoiled. im sorry&lt;br /&gt;for putting u through all the shit, for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to give up on us, since id just&lt;br /&gt;be running away &amp;amp; takin the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;i want to work this out, but ur not there to&lt;br /&gt;talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop myselfishness. i want to stop&lt;br /&gt;hurting in general. i cant cry it all out, its&lt;br /&gt;not possible since everyone would surely hear.&lt;br /&gt;we're still together, but this has deffinitely&lt;br /&gt;been the worst of our relationship so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling out of love is deffinately the worst,&lt;br /&gt;we both hurt wen u said "is it possible to&lt;br /&gt;love 2 people" its hard to resist love, theres&lt;br /&gt;only so little time before u finally give in&lt;br /&gt;and let it all go. i kno u decided u dont love&lt;br /&gt;her that way, but ur brain has said, but idk&lt;br /&gt;if ur heart agreed as well. u cant go against&lt;br /&gt;ur heart, esp urs since i kno its so strong&lt;br /&gt;with love &amp;amp; passion &amp;amp; sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hearts been weakening. its starting to&lt;br /&gt;empty out, become void of my emotions&lt;br /&gt;except love &amp;amp; loneliness. no longer happy,&lt;br /&gt;i guess u were rit u dont make me happy&lt;br /&gt;like u used to. im no longer happy hubby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i thought u were gonna be the only one&lt;br /&gt;to keep me happy &amp;amp; save me, maybe for&lt;br /&gt;only a little while, at least i know wat its&lt;br /&gt;like to be happy &amp;amp; carefree even for a litte while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8262755854601454996?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8262755854601454996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8262755854601454996'/><link rel='self' 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church.&lt;br /&gt;but i was afraid of somethin bad happenin, but&lt;br /&gt;he didnt talk to me today, i hope nothing bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;for real this time. my heart hurt so bad, i dont kno y,&lt;br /&gt;most likely cuz of yesturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it when i need you the most,&lt;br /&gt;you never seem to be able to be there?&lt;br /&gt;my hearts aching so hard for you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to fall to my knees &amp;amp; break down,&lt;br /&gt;but then again what good would it do?&lt;br /&gt;no one will pick me up except myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3983533482294027295?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3983533482294027295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/erg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3983533482294027295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3983533482294027295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/erg.html' title='erg.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4794784168892398989</id><published>2008-09-01T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>look wat u doin to me babii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;soba ne ure ni - thelma aoyama ft soulJa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disappear - no angels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't let you go - samantha jade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;idkk anymore. this situation makes my decision into&lt;br /&gt;takin a break more likely, cuz rit now were falling&lt;br /&gt;apart &amp;amp; drifting. times like now make me want to&lt;br /&gt;walk to church &amp;amp; just pray. pray for god to help me&lt;br /&gt;through it, cuz rit now i cant do this on my own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;lord i need you to pull me through this cuz if u cant,&lt;br /&gt;then idk wats going to happen to me. this wasnt the&lt;br /&gt;5 month i was hoping for. i think ill get up real early&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow &amp;amp; walk to church &amp;amp; just pray. hopefully they'll&lt;br /&gt;be open &amp;amp; nothins goin on then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1297027348070731420</id><published>2008-09-01T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>never believed</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;here we go again - paramore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all this time together, i always thought&lt;br /&gt;id be the one to fall out of love with you.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think rit now. i didnt want to believe&lt;br /&gt;kuya, but i wanted to hear it from u to&lt;br /&gt;be reassured he was wrong, knowin in the&lt;br /&gt;back of my mind i know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should give u time, but wat if&lt;br /&gt;it just lead u away from me? i guess&lt;br /&gt;its meant to happen if thats the case.&lt;br /&gt;ill live &amp;amp; be alright. i promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;im still gonna live my life as it is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1297027348070731420?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1297027348070731420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-believed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1297027348070731420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1297027348070731420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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wrong. but i stay with u because&lt;br /&gt;i truly do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder wat its like to&lt;br /&gt;have an on and off switch to my&lt;br /&gt;brain. theres time like this wen i&lt;br /&gt;want to turn it off, so i can stop myself&lt;br /&gt;from hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can barely talk now. i want u back,&lt;br /&gt;but i kno that cant happen. wen i begged...&lt;br /&gt;deep down i wished for u to give in and stay,&lt;br /&gt;but i kno u cant do that. u cant stay back,&lt;br /&gt;just for 1 girl. theres my selfishness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to u soon, i need to ask.&lt;br /&gt;first thing i ask u wen we talk tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i have to ask. i have to, so maybe we can&lt;br /&gt;work through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7301485823913715397?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-5803560838640891321</id><published>2008-08-24T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day after day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wisdom - gran ronde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the birds and the bees - breathe carlolina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yesterday - leona lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angel - leona lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;another day and not another word spoken to u.&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts... is something wrong? i really&lt;br /&gt;dont want to worry, but i cant help but think&lt;br /&gt;somethin bad happened since their was nothin&lt;br /&gt;said &amp;amp; here i am still waiting for u, like i said&lt;br /&gt;i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days now, we just talk less &amp;amp; less. i wonder&lt;br /&gt;if this love will just slowly just burn out &amp;amp; we'll&lt;br /&gt;just forget about each other slowly. these days now,&lt;br /&gt;i just go back &amp;amp; think of yesterday, the past, wat&lt;br /&gt;i wish to have back with all my heart. it seemed like&lt;br /&gt;they were all a dream, i wonder if i can dream once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5803560838640891321?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5803560838640891321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-after-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5803560838640891321'/><link rel='self' 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jordan pruitt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i really hoped u would have talked to me today,&lt;br /&gt;but at this point of the day im pretty sure its&lt;br /&gt;not gonna happen. but i guess its alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up early to finish my stuff &amp;amp; after i just&lt;br /&gt;waited...thinkin oh its too early for him to&lt;br /&gt;talk to me. then...more waiting...thinkin hmmz&lt;br /&gt;he'll be on any time now... continuing to wait...&lt;br /&gt;hes not gonna talk to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was happy for nothin. i really hoped on talkin&lt;br /&gt;since we have some unfinished business. but its&lt;br /&gt;alright i guess... i wonder have u forgotten me?&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts from all the waiting and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i want u, i miss you &amp;amp; most importantly i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to relive those moments i cherish most with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my carefree days of getting up for skool &amp;amp; the second&lt;br /&gt;i was up i would speak to u to the second i walked into&lt;br /&gt;skool. then once u came back after skool we would talk&lt;br /&gt;til u made me sleep. and those talks til 3 or 4 in teh morning&lt;br /&gt;those r the days i wish i could relive once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we lived past our "newlywed stage" in this love.&lt;br /&gt;but wat is it from here? where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;so many unanswered questions &amp;amp; all i want is to be with u.&lt;br /&gt;but do u ever sense that wen u speak to me? do u sense&lt;br /&gt;my strong feelings of lonliness &amp;amp; missing you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me now? i just wish that u could just appear in front&lt;br /&gt;of me, i kno i would reach out to u &amp;amp; start to cry &amp;amp; hug u,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe slowly, my feelings of lonliness &amp;amp; sadness will&lt;br /&gt;go away like i always hoped for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-2474550826716330660?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/2474550826716330660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoping-and-hoping-and-hoping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2474550826716330660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/2474550826716330660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoping-and-hoping-and-hoping.html' title='hoping and hoping and hoping...'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3805634628361421385</id><published>2008-08-22T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;boom box - hyper crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the love we got karina pasian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yesturday - leona lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let go - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tears &amp;amp; rainbows - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ive come to believe ppl who&lt;br /&gt;r depressive or emo tend to&lt;br /&gt;be selfish of some sort, well&lt;br /&gt;at least thinkin of me. u say&lt;br /&gt;ur alone, u have have ppl all&lt;br /&gt;around u there to help u and&lt;br /&gt;to listen to wat u feel. also i&lt;br /&gt;feel that i want to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;all the time but i kno they already&lt;br /&gt;try hard enough to just talk to&lt;br /&gt;me with so little time that they&lt;br /&gt;do have, but i always crave for&lt;br /&gt;more of them. i want to keep&lt;br /&gt;their attention all on me, but&lt;br /&gt;who can keep their full attention&lt;br /&gt;on 1 person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to get used to the fact&lt;br /&gt;that things cant be as they used&lt;br /&gt;to be, im always gonna keep fall&lt;br /&gt;back on those memories, all those&lt;br /&gt;good &amp;amp; sweet times; those days&lt;br /&gt;wen i was care free &amp;amp; truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now a days i feel like im struggling&lt;br /&gt;for happiness. its not longer that care&lt;br /&gt;free happiness i had felt not to long ago.&lt;br /&gt;but understandable since we cant be how&lt;br /&gt;we used to be now that times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have no idea how much i want to go back&lt;br /&gt;to how they used to be, but then again i kno&lt;br /&gt;if we can stand this long battle &amp;amp; several&lt;br /&gt;challenges, i kno its truly meant to be. but&lt;br /&gt;if my love ever begins to faulter its mostly&lt;br /&gt;because of my selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wen i need to let go, not for forever,&lt;br /&gt;but just for a little while &amp;amp; learn to accept&lt;br /&gt;myself for wat &amp;amp; who i am &amp;amp; learn to see&lt;br /&gt;y u have fallin for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ever lose faith in my love for you, you&lt;br /&gt;should know by now that i will always love&lt;br /&gt;you, always &amp;amp; forever, u just need to give me&lt;br /&gt;time to figure myself out. just remember im&lt;br /&gt;going to come back again one day, ur love give&lt;br /&gt;me my reason to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3805634628361421385?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3805634628361421385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3805634628361421385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3805634628361421385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-remember.html' title='just remember'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8098368093849667941</id><published>2008-08-19T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>i hate endin a convo without&lt;br /&gt;a good bye. i still want to talk&lt;br /&gt;it out so i can have some sort&lt;br /&gt;or reasurrance and maybe&lt;br /&gt;find a way to fix things up with&lt;br /&gt;us and fix myself up, but idkk&lt;br /&gt;if im ready to tell u the truth.&lt;br /&gt;im high maintanant not neccisarily&lt;br /&gt;with gifts, more on attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i cant talk to him til the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;this isnt goin well, im gonna be misserable.&lt;br /&gt;but i need to think positive and get myself&lt;br /&gt;prepared for this. think positively and&lt;br /&gt;help my team out and keep my problems&lt;br /&gt;to myself, naturally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8098368093849667941?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8098368093849667941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8098368093849667941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8098368093849667941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-5695521532045335308</id><published>2008-08-19T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mother fuckker</title><content type='html'>it hurts so much to here u yell.&lt;br /&gt;esp at me. i cant stand that.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my hiding finally hurt&lt;br /&gt;me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such big ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;deeper downs than high ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ur ending this. i wonder for good.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope not. ive gone threw wayy&lt;br /&gt;too many fake break ups and this one&lt;br /&gt;hurt real bad. how can someone kick&lt;br /&gt;someone when their already down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kno he didnt mean it. but things like&lt;br /&gt;that cant be ignored so easily. u cant&lt;br /&gt;just laugh it off. i wonder if kay will&lt;br /&gt;yell at him or somethin. my heart&lt;br /&gt;hurt so bad after it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will take me deeper into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;i really hoped it wouldnt, but i guess theres&lt;br /&gt;nothin for me to do now. just let it all heal&lt;br /&gt;up or talk to out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5695521532045335308?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5695521532045335308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother-fuckker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5695521532045335308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5695521532045335308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother-fuckker.html' title='mother fuckker'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-9148693666519281365</id><published>2008-08-17T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flash back to way back wen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if only you knew - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let go - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back to that time with u.&lt;br /&gt;brings back alot of memories i had&lt;br /&gt;choosen to forget. new years. it&lt;br /&gt;was happy, until u told me those&lt;br /&gt;3 words to me. at that point, u just&lt;br /&gt;toally ended with me without knoin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days where probably my lowest.&lt;br /&gt;those days i talked to u less and less.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt my heart to be this way, but&lt;br /&gt;i didnt kno how to think since i was very&lt;br /&gt;naiive, but i learned from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard to speak to u after i ended&lt;br /&gt;things. i didnt kno how to live with myself&lt;br /&gt;doin how i did for a whole month. "there's&lt;br /&gt;never a right time to say goodbye" is&lt;br /&gt;very true. during those days i just kept&lt;br /&gt;slowly sloping down lower and lower.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember wen i hit my lowest, but&lt;br /&gt;i know she was there rit there with me&lt;br /&gt;trying to help the best she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie reminded me the day we met,&lt;br /&gt;it had snowed hard. maybe if it hadnt&lt;br /&gt;maybe u would have found me. but&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was god's good idea to do so.&lt;br /&gt;i believe he was right, but then again,&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i had met u, i might have&lt;br /&gt;gotten the guts to break up sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kno things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i wonder wat would&lt;br /&gt;have happened if i did end up talking&lt;br /&gt;to u. i wonder wat would have happened&lt;br /&gt;if u did end up talkin to me on teh&lt;br /&gt;fone that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i wonder to much. it&lt;br /&gt;ends up leading to expecting way&lt;br /&gt;too much as well. if only i could stop&lt;br /&gt;myself, it just ends up hurtin me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-9148693666519281365?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/9148693666519281365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/flash-back-to-way-back-wen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9148693666519281365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9148693666519281365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/flash-back-to-way-back-wen.html' title='flash back to way back wen.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4247447420095410448</id><published>2008-08-16T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bleeding heart - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if only you knew - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut me free - olivia lufkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i never knew holdin a child could mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;holdin such a tiny little hand in my larger one,&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel so cared and loved. i wonder&lt;br /&gt;wat its like have such a fragile being sleep beside&lt;br /&gt;u everyday. i wonder wat its like to wake up to&lt;br /&gt;u everyday. wen i do have a child one day, i&lt;br /&gt;want to feel how i do wen i had her in my arms:&lt;br /&gt;a warmth and lovin type of feelin, feelin of&lt;br /&gt;dependance of me, responsibillity to be gentle&lt;br /&gt;and loving towards another being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to know will i become a&lt;br /&gt;good mother to my children one day. i kno&lt;br /&gt;ull say i will be, but i wonder if i really will.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to feel like the worst mother&lt;br /&gt;wen they say "i hate you" to me. i dont want&lt;br /&gt;to break down in front of them, i dont want&lt;br /&gt;to show im weak, i want to show i am strong&lt;br /&gt;so they will be strong too, just as my mom&lt;br /&gt;as done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat u would say to the&lt;br /&gt;things that ive said. i wonder if u would be interested&lt;br /&gt;in wat i say, i wonder if i could get everything&lt;br /&gt;i want to say off my mind, but i wonder if&lt;br /&gt;thats to much of me to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havin someone like u around means alot.&lt;br /&gt;ur one of the family members i do care&lt;br /&gt;about cuz u do show u do care for me.&lt;br /&gt;even though ur not my full kuya, u will&lt;br /&gt;always be my kuya to me. i like spendin&lt;br /&gt;time with u, its fun and can be relaxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he could understand that.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if u do care wat i say. i wonder&lt;br /&gt;to much, but i want to kno. i search for&lt;br /&gt;knowledge, i do take pride in learnin&lt;br /&gt;in skool, although i may not try my hardest&lt;br /&gt;all the time, i still do learn from it all.&lt;br /&gt;i thirst for knowledge and experience.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its in my genes to yearn for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4247447420095410448?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/4247447420095410448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4247447420095410448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4247447420095410448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-797768310946615131</id><published>2008-08-16T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;winter sleep - olivia inspi' reira (trapnest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;today is ur party, so i wont cry&lt;br /&gt;even if i wanted to. i can hold this&lt;br /&gt;in til its all over. its a happy day&lt;br /&gt;so i can do it for one day, just for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk y i expect much out of u.&lt;br /&gt;there must be a good reason&lt;br /&gt;for u not answerin me. no load?&lt;br /&gt;u said ud buy some just to talk&lt;br /&gt;to me. maybe u didnt get it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe...it hurts not to talk to u.&lt;br /&gt;where have u gone? did u have&lt;br /&gt;fun? i hope so. r u happy? i hope&lt;br /&gt;so too. i want to give u all my happy,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont kno if u would accept that&lt;br /&gt;from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dont cry. not now. pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;ppl r comin, theyll see u. u dont want&lt;br /&gt;that now do u? just make it fast and&lt;br /&gt;pull urself together at least for the&lt;br /&gt;rest of the day. alright i can do it,&lt;br /&gt;at least im wishin i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-797768310946615131?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/797768310946615131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/797768310946615131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/797768310946615131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-today.html' title='not today'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1845530665631510099</id><published>2008-08-15T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i need your love.</title><content type='html'>i need you. or maybe anyone will do.&lt;br /&gt;no i need someones loving touch,&lt;br /&gt;the one i wish for so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u dont feel sad now too.&lt;br /&gt;but, maybe i do. i want u to come&lt;br /&gt;back as soon as possible, but&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to tell u. i dont want&lt;br /&gt;to show my selfishness anymore,&lt;br /&gt;even if it does hurt me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;bring me back to the light.&lt;br /&gt;no. i need to make it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;its for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing bad happens to u.&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since ive spoken to u.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if something bad has happened,&lt;br /&gt;have u been injured again, or worse. again.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe its for real this time. i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to church and pray for u.&lt;br /&gt;and pray for me, pray to less selfish and&lt;br /&gt;make it without u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1845530665631510099?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1845530665631510099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1845530665631510099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1845530665631510099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-your-love.html' title='i need your love.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1233730063045959991</id><published>2008-08-14T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>y...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rose - anna tsuchiya inspi' nana (black stone)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep it down low - rbd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i remember - keyshia cole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;everytime i watch nana it just keeps me thinkin&lt;br /&gt;do i still love you? it breaks my heart to think&lt;br /&gt;that way, but do i? hachiko is a character i can&lt;br /&gt;relate to. shes lonely and she thinks of herself&lt;br /&gt;before her bfs in the past until she meets him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want him to of my own feelins before his own,&lt;br /&gt;it should my responsibility to think of his before mine.&lt;br /&gt;y am i so selfish? do i still need to grow up? is he not&lt;br /&gt;the one? do i love him, just not enough? wen we get&lt;br /&gt;to speak again, i dont want to appear sad again, i thought&lt;br /&gt;i was fixin myself, maybe it was just my act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y does love have to be so complicatin? this is wat&lt;br /&gt;we both feared for, with this long distance relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fallin out of love.&lt;/em&gt;  i never wanted that, but its so hard&lt;br /&gt;cuz i just want ur touch and feel u close to me, maybe&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt feel so numb and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if u feel sad now, i wonder if ur crying too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1233730063045959991?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1233730063045959991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1233730063045959991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1233730063045959991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/y.html' title='y...'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1588902362871376557</id><published>2008-08-13T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;recorded butterflies - Olivia inspi' Reira (Trapnest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothings going to take my love - Olivia inspi' Reira (Trapnest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;a little pain - Olivia inspi' Reira (Trapnest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;do i kno wat i want anymore?&lt;br /&gt;i want to become independant,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think its possible for&lt;br /&gt;me, or at least at this age. i have&lt;br /&gt;no income or a job. ill get some sort&lt;br /&gt;or income beginnin skool with a $20&lt;br /&gt;allowance but that doesnt cover alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how to cook and clean&lt;br /&gt;and make my own way in this world.&lt;br /&gt;but thats not really possible at this age.&lt;br /&gt;should a 15 yr old girl be thinkin this way?&lt;br /&gt;im young and naive, i kno im gonna go through&lt;br /&gt;plenty of rough times in the future wen i do&lt;br /&gt;get to make it on my own, but do i kno how bad&lt;br /&gt;its gonna get? i need to learn to think of others&lt;br /&gt;more, its evident in NANA. i dont want things&lt;br /&gt;to end how things ended with nana(hachiko).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kno if i dont show my love and finish, things&lt;br /&gt;could be like that. i dont want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to make him unhappy, far from it.&lt;br /&gt;but its possible i might need to leave him, well&lt;br /&gt;at least for a little while, not forever, to fix myself&lt;br /&gt;up so i can be ready to love him fully and not&lt;br /&gt;have him think of me before himself, hurtin himself&lt;br /&gt;inside im sure. i always say sorry, but im sure thats&lt;br /&gt;not enough to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hurt him, but i wanna show him&lt;br /&gt;i can love him fully and not leave him so un-&lt;br /&gt;happy. i cant think. my minds goin crazy from&lt;br /&gt;all the decisions im able to take. so many things&lt;br /&gt;on my list to do and idk if i can find the time to&lt;br /&gt;fulfill it all. plz dont fail me. keep it up and keep&lt;br /&gt;it goin for them. do it for them and maybe i can&lt;br /&gt;make it out there and happy and so can they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1588902362871376557?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1588902362871376557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1588902362871376557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1588902362871376557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh-my-head.html' title='ugh my head'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-972210225736304142</id><published>2008-08-11T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me me me</title><content type='html'>i'm reaching out to you,&lt;br /&gt;but all i seem to be grasping is thin air.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to find my place,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i want you?&lt;br /&gt;or do i just like the idea of you?&lt;br /&gt;things seem to change around me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to look at life a little differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make it in this world without help.&lt;br /&gt;independance is what i need.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be needy or so dependent.&lt;br /&gt;i want to deal with my shit head on and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;i know im gonna make plenty of mistakes while learning,&lt;br /&gt;but isnt that the point?&lt;br /&gt;learning from mistakes and growing.&lt;br /&gt;how can i learn if there's no one there to teach me&lt;br /&gt;or where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all down to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-972210225736304142?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/972210225736304142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-me-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/972210225736304142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/972210225736304142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-me-me.html' title='me me me'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-7589283867382991596</id><published>2008-08-11T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reoccuring thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rose - anna tsuchiya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't want to miss a thing - aerosmith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dark blue - jack's mannequin&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just want u with me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want to feel ur warmth on my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want to feel u touch me, hug me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiss me, hold me, just anything that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can make my numbing melt away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been void of the feeling of a human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;touch that i want to cherish, something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that feels so caring and loving, somethin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;magical. somethin that i want to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;forever and never let go of. plz let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel it, i want to kno wat its like, show me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im no good with words wen it comes to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tellin u how i feel and how much u mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to me, but wen the time comes to see u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rit in front of me, i can show u, show u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how much i love you and how much i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u and missed u all of those years. cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i kno ill give u all of my heart once i feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ur warm touch. i love you soo much and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ill keep missing you until your here in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7589283867382991596?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7589283867382991596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/reoccuring-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7589283867382991596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7589283867382991596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/reoccuring-thoughts.html' title='reoccuring thoughts'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-9059564930272213157</id><published>2008-08-10T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is something really wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;winner - karina pasian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slow motion - karina pasian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;sometimes i wonder if something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;with me. do i have any medical problems?&lt;br /&gt;i get headaches, i get dizzy wen i stand up,&lt;br /&gt;i have problems remembering what goes&lt;br /&gt;on from a few days ago. i've been over eatting,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten chubby &amp;amp; its been aknowledged&lt;br /&gt;several times, i try to get into that perfect bod,&lt;br /&gt;loud noises make me confused for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat is wrong with me? y is it wen i need someone&lt;br /&gt;the most, no one seems to be around? i dont wanna&lt;br /&gt;worry them, but their the only one's who care about&lt;br /&gt;me and who i truly trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-9059564930272213157?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/9059564930272213157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-something-really-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9059564930272213157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/9059564930272213157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-something-really-wrong-with-me.html' title='is something really wrong with me?'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-4930765000319692352</id><published>2008-08-07T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more cracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;catch me i'm falling - toni gonzaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crazy for you - toni gonzaga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;almost lost you again. you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it so easily. "we can't be together&lt;br /&gt;so sorry" but i made u choose.&lt;br /&gt;do you love me or god more?&lt;br /&gt;and thats somethin i hoped u&lt;br /&gt;would change ur mind over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen there r situations wen we&lt;br /&gt;break up or somethin bad happens&lt;br /&gt;i kno in the end were gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;but the part between the problem startin&lt;br /&gt;to be in together hurts even though it ends well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-4930765000319692352?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/4930765000319692352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-cracks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4930765000319692352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/4930765000319692352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-cracks.html' title='more cracks'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-7376445724890403565</id><published>2008-08-05T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a worst case senario</title><content type='html'>let me write out all my sins for you .&lt;br /&gt;i left my purity for marriage but&lt;br /&gt;no longer. its gone. i'm no child.&lt;br /&gt;no, no, i dare not speak that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've led a second life, for you.&lt;br /&gt;i hid all my sins away from them.&lt;br /&gt;they think of me as a good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;but no longer am i what they prized for.&lt;br /&gt;i've lied to you. i've given you excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you will one day forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;for what i've done wrong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could turn back,&lt;br /&gt;back to when i forced myself into this mess.&lt;br /&gt;back to when i was still pure, filled with truth.&lt;br /&gt;can't i take it back? i want to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;but i know in my head, with what little truth&lt;br /&gt;i have left in me, the truth is, i can't take it back.&lt;br /&gt;i can't go back in time. i have no powers to do such.&lt;br /&gt;nor do i want such powers to toy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't wish to take it back,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i went on further, for you.&lt;br /&gt;push me in the right direction and i'll do as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;don't be so kind and force me, get rough with me.&lt;br /&gt;hurt me, do what you wish to me; cuz i know in the end,&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to give you your satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;i'm your little rag doll to play with.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here left in the dust as you,&lt;br /&gt;find your new barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i am a barbie doll?&lt;br /&gt;i am far from that perfect body.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just mere skin and bone, not plastic.&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish i could mimic every curve.&lt;br /&gt;every beautiful curve you lust for.&lt;br /&gt;you cannot deny that fact, i see it in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as you look into my eyes and say that&lt;br /&gt;phrase every insecure girl wants to hear,&lt;br /&gt;i know your still thinking of that barbie doll,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes filled with lust for her. you want it,&lt;br /&gt;so you close your eyes and imagine her,&lt;br /&gt;you imagine you touching every little curve,&lt;br /&gt;every little curve you desire to touch and hold,&lt;br /&gt;i stare up at you, hovering above me,&lt;br /&gt;touching me as if, as if i was really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, so warm, so loving, yet i know well.&lt;br /&gt;i've learned from previous acts, your touch is not&lt;br /&gt;meant for me, it's for your precious, unattainable&lt;br /&gt;barbie doll, but here you are, stuck with the dirty&lt;br /&gt;old rag doll; Happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-7376445724890403565?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/7376445724890403565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/worst-case-senario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7376445724890403565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/7376445724890403565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/worst-case-senario.html' title='a worst case senario'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8441298410071887321</id><published>2008-08-05T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all i wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;shimmy shimmy quarter turn - hellogoodbye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;until the day i die - story of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;without love - hairspray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever wanted was for&lt;br /&gt;things to go back to how&lt;br /&gt;they used to be. the cute-&lt;br /&gt;ness that made me sooo&lt;br /&gt;incredibly happy. those&lt;br /&gt;sweet words u used to&lt;br /&gt;tell me wen we started&lt;br /&gt;goin out. those little things&lt;br /&gt;made me smile so increbily&lt;br /&gt;much makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;and cheeze cuz sweetness&lt;br /&gt;and feelin loved is all i want&lt;br /&gt;from u. i love you soo much&lt;br /&gt;i hope u kno that &amp;amp; im sure&lt;br /&gt;it wont ever change no matter&lt;br /&gt;wat happens to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8441298410071887321?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8441298410071887321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8441298410071887321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8441298410071887321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-i-wanted.html' title='all i wanted'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-5350994461024514111</id><published>2008-08-04T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;soba ne ure ni - thelma aoyama ft soulJa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disappear - no angels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't let you go - samantha jade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get wats happening to us.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like we cant get through&lt;br /&gt;a convo without somethin inter-&lt;br /&gt;upting us. i hate it i absolutely hate&lt;br /&gt;that. today wasnt my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u thinkin i didnt wanna talk to&lt;br /&gt;u?! wth i smiled u talked to me i was&lt;br /&gt;just suprized since ur not on this&lt;br /&gt;late. we were in the middle of talkin&lt;br /&gt;things out then ma pops out of fuckin&lt;br /&gt;nowhere and says can i plz look at somethin&lt;br /&gt;stupid shit i dont want but i kno u&lt;br /&gt;cant wait on me forever to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its watever. we seperate then&lt;br /&gt;slowly drift and fade away like barely&lt;br /&gt;anythin ever happened to us. i dont&lt;br /&gt;want that happenin to us. today i feel&lt;br /&gt;like im gonna crack. break down again.&lt;br /&gt;for the maybe third time this summer?&lt;br /&gt;i just dont kno how much lonliness i can&lt;br /&gt;take again. i felt the feelin of love and&lt;br /&gt;warmth from u 2. i dont want to be feelin&lt;br /&gt;the cold and sadness i felt before u 2 again.&lt;br /&gt;not again. no no i cant do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-5350994461024514111?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/5350994461024514111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-that-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5350994461024514111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/5350994461024514111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-that-i-love-you.html' title='you know that i love you'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-3386325416131326670</id><published>2008-08-02T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad girl - danity kane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eternal love remix - ddr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;wat do those mother fuckers&lt;br /&gt;think they r? y do guys play&lt;br /&gt;with girls hearts &amp;amp; feelins?&lt;br /&gt;y? do they find it fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen a girl thinks u like then&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the dude really does like&lt;br /&gt;her, god damn it show it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dont be playin no games&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; actin like u have no clue&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck she comes up&lt;br /&gt;with the idea cuz u kno sure&lt;br /&gt;as hell u be playin with her&lt;br /&gt;feelins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their own reasons&lt;br /&gt;i kno that. i just wish guys would&lt;br /&gt;find a different way to let it out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not turn into players or flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never fully understand some-&lt;br /&gt;ones perspective until i actually&lt;br /&gt;have done it. i may say i understand&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to put myself in their&lt;br /&gt;situation to see where their comin&lt;br /&gt;from &amp;amp; think of not doin somethin rash&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; find a reason to y they did wat they&lt;br /&gt;did &amp;amp; see if its worth puttin behind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; fixin things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-3386325416131326670?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/3386325416131326670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3386325416131326670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/3386325416131326670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrr.html' title='grrr'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-6416044323761401831</id><published>2008-08-01T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>true friends r hard to find</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can count on me - a rocket to the moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dear june - nickasaur!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to confide myself in.&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell her cuz shell tell him for&lt;br /&gt;sure. i need someone new to confide&lt;br /&gt;with, help me cope by just tellin how&lt;br /&gt;i truly feel &amp;amp; preoccupy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should visit a shrink idkk i&lt;br /&gt;always wanted to visit. i mean i would&lt;br /&gt;feel akward at first but i get confortable&lt;br /&gt;and feel open enough to tell how i feel&lt;br /&gt;and how i can fix things, well i kno how&lt;br /&gt;to fix things just that i refuse to do them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my own personal phsychologist.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had one, but those ppl cost&lt;br /&gt;some money. i need money for the things&lt;br /&gt;i need: laptop, camera, clothes etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason all these songs keep&lt;br /&gt;comin up on shuffle that fit my situation&lt;br /&gt;im feelin. rather ironic, is itunes spyin on&lt;br /&gt;me or somethin? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well watever this days almost over. finally.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows a new day, time to learn somethin&lt;br /&gt;new &amp;amp; grow from it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-6416044323761401831?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/6416044323761401831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-friends-r-hard-to-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6416044323761401831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/6416044323761401831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-friends-r-hard-to-find.html' title='true friends r hard to find'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-8476644124490212928</id><published>2008-08-01T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe its just an intermission</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is love - rbd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heaven on earth - brittney spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so maybe this act isnt over just yet&lt;br /&gt;u all havent seen the full sadness.&lt;br /&gt;its just a warning sign to curtain time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i need to pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can turn this around. wat i&lt;br /&gt;really want rit now is the book pur-&lt;br /&gt;pose for the pain by renee from&lt;br /&gt;twloha. that sounds amazin to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the money on that card&lt;br /&gt;to buy it, but sadly not enough cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill ask for that for an actual present&lt;br /&gt;on somethin i wanted or maybe ill&lt;br /&gt;trade in money for there on their card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u made a promise, i wish u hadnt&lt;br /&gt;made it since its all my fault for wat&lt;br /&gt;is happenin between us. i need to get&lt;br /&gt;it into gear and focus. do wat needs to&lt;br /&gt;be done. even though im not really&lt;br /&gt;wantin any wen ur around, only wen&lt;br /&gt;ur away. my sadness slowly goes away&lt;br /&gt;wen ur around. and wen ur gone it&lt;br /&gt;all rushes back. all i need is to preoccupy&lt;br /&gt;myself and get out of this fuckin house&lt;br /&gt;and get some real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a perfect hubby to me, i wish&lt;br /&gt;i could have told him that. i should&lt;br /&gt;learn to say wat u need to say, or&lt;br /&gt;else it may be the last thing u will&lt;br /&gt;ever get to say to that person again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-8476644124490212928?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/8476644124490212928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-its-just-intermission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8476644124490212928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/8476644124490212928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-its-just-intermission.html' title='maybe its just an intermission'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-1212650685568572390</id><published>2008-08-01T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;goodbye - miley cyrus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i cant help the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;ive bottled it all up again.&lt;br /&gt;y do u have to kno me so&lt;br /&gt;well. "uve changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my act is coming&lt;br /&gt;to an end soon. i wish&lt;br /&gt;i could keep it up longer&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill put on another&lt;br /&gt;one someday. an even&lt;br /&gt;better one for all u out&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-1212650685568572390?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/1212650685568572390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/fin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1212650685568572390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/1212650685568572390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/08/fin.html' title='fin.'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158857761214215669.post-699067148150915007</id><published>2008-07-31T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:58:21.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>y do i keep it in again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie: love actually&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i feel kinda stupid for doin so.&lt;br /&gt;but am i the one ruinin this relation-&lt;br /&gt;ship cuz i dont tell him everythin?&lt;br /&gt;damn it. ugh, i dont wanna ask for&lt;br /&gt;much, and he does so much for me&lt;br /&gt;already, i dont wanna be askin for&lt;br /&gt;more than wat i give him which is&lt;br /&gt;almost nothin. i feel bad for how i&lt;br /&gt;treat him. his friends r rit about me&lt;br /&gt;i do treat him badly. ugh. im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much of this i wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;u, but the only thing that really keeps&lt;br /&gt;me from sayin this all is that: i dont&lt;br /&gt;want to bring u down with me for my&lt;br /&gt;attitude,  askin for more than i could&lt;br /&gt;ever give u, i dont wanna tell u, cuz...&lt;br /&gt;cuz im afraid that once u kno everythin,&lt;br /&gt;ull leave, or ur mind could possibly&lt;br /&gt;change about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want u misserable bein with me&lt;br /&gt;or ppl always tellin u to leave me, i&lt;br /&gt;need to prove somethin, i need to make&lt;br /&gt;u happy, i kno u already say ur happy&lt;br /&gt;bein with me, but i kno that theres only&lt;br /&gt;so much u can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these romance movies, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;but they also hurt. it gives me a permanant&lt;br /&gt;reminder or wat i cant have for a long time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8158857761214215669-699067148150915007?l=ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/feeds/699067148150915007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-do-i-keep-it-in-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/699067148150915007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8158857761214215669/posts/default/699067148150915007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley-rose0712.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-do-i-keep-it-in-again.html' title='y do i keep it in again?'/><author><name>ashley.rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-mhyFe3kfw/SxG6bsjLnlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZLXin_bnOhg/S220/DSCN2266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
