<?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-4819570999759188295</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:57:09.540+08:00</updated><category term='love? hate?'/><category term='rage is the new age'/><category term='my fucking blogskin won&apos;t change'/><category term='lets jump off the highest building we can find'/><category term='XD'/><title type='text'>WE'LL WAKE UP DEAD</title><subtitle type='html'>its a picture perfect attempt at a quick and painless death</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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fuckface</title><content type='html'>its been a while huh? all this anger locked up in me... i had to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes it worse seeing him everyday.. it just reminds me of what i could&lt;br /&gt;have... why dont i have it? fucking freeloader. i cant stand the way he pretends to care but actually doesnt.. he just wants me to think that he cares so that he gets a free cab ride every morning. ass hole.. do i really look that stupid? and i have a giant bruise on my back... thanks shawn!:)my life is a lie. my life is a lie. my life is a lie. lies make me me. its who i am and who i choose to be. im never letting anyone in ever again. unless its you. only you can unlock me. cuz strangely i feel that you and i actually have a connection. how odd. and yet i cant help but hate her. even though she doesnt know what she's done. or maybe she does. either way... i want to kill her. ohhh. and spineless chloe backed out of beating him up.. she cant bring herself to see him hurt. even though he's hurt her through and through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it eating in me, while you still drown me. &lt;br /&gt;And cross the line over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;It's all around me, now I'm here cause of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, deeper into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of hating myself; I can't let me cross the line for him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not me when I dream, there's someone else in me. &lt;br /&gt;That I fear cause of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, deeper into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not me when I dream; I'm not me when I dream, anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Because of you. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling, deeper into you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-4843279016820578695</id><published>2007-07-17T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:22:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron's song</title><content type='html'>lost and broken&lt;br /&gt;hopeless and lonely&lt;br /&gt;im smiling on the outside&lt;br /&gt;im hurt beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are fading&lt;br /&gt;my soul is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;i try to make it seem ok&lt;br /&gt;but my faith is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;so help me heal these wounds, &lt;br /&gt;they've been open for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;help me fill this hole,&lt;br /&gt;even though this isnt your fault.&lt;br /&gt;cuz im open &lt;br /&gt;and im bleeding&lt;br /&gt;all over your brand new rug.&lt;br /&gt;and i need some one to help me sew them up&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted a magazine&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted a movie screen&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;and now my mind is an open book&lt;br /&gt;and now my heart is an open wound, &lt;br /&gt;and now my life is an open soul for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;but help me heal these wounds, &lt;br /&gt;they've been open for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;and help me fill this hole, &lt;br /&gt;even though this isnt your fault.&lt;br /&gt;cuz im open&lt;br /&gt;and im bleeding, &lt;br /&gt;all over your brand new rug, &lt;br /&gt;and i need someone to help me...&lt;br /&gt;so you come along, &lt;br /&gt;i'll push you away, &lt;br /&gt;then kick and scream for you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i need some one to help me&lt;br /&gt;to help me heal these wounds, &lt;br /&gt;they've been open for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;and help me fill this hole, &lt;br /&gt;even though this is not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;cuz im open &lt;br /&gt;and im bleeding, &lt;br /&gt;all over your brand new rug.&lt;br /&gt;and i need someone to help me sew them, &lt;br /&gt;i need someone to help me fill them,&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to help me close them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-4843279016820578695?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4843279016820578695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=4843279016820578695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4843279016820578695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4843279016820578695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/07/aarons-song.html' title='aaron&apos;s song'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-3333741919925914541</id><published>2007-07-13T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:34:58.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>okay so maybe this blog post is a lil late but its over between me and aaron. shit and i thought he was the one. i was so sure that we would make it to a year. now we know how effective THAT strategy is. damn. and i was willing to change everything to keep him with me. but according to him, he had given me 11 months of chances. well it would have helped if you had told me, you BASTARD. lets list the excuses that he gave for making me break up with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im not a lefty, sam is. IM AMBIDEXTROUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. im emo. duh. i have depression. you were supposed to HELP me get rid of it. not get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;3. im not energetic enough, sam is. &lt;br /&gt;4. i dont smile enough. geez, read point 2.&lt;br /&gt;5. im too serious about our relationship. he wants someone that he doesnt have to meet everyday or at all. like with vanessa, all he did was talk on the phone, and apparently, that was enough. BUT IT WASN'T, WAS IT? THE RELATIONSHIP ENDED. RELATIONSHIPS DONT WORK THAT WAY YOU FOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. he thinks that i'm in trouble with my friends because of him. aaron, you mean so much to me. i can work out those problems myself&lt;br /&gt;7. according to him, smiling is a way of showing love. kissing isn't. how ironic. &lt;br /&gt;8. he thinks that he would rather have a gf that is like his best friend. i could have been your best friend if you had let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love/hate him so much. i really hate mondays cuz we broke up on that day. i slapped him on wednesday. i wanted to hurt him so much more. sooo so so so so much more. i want to beat him up. channel all my love for him in those punches. i want to kill sam. i am gonna hurt you so bad, baby, you are in for the ride of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? aaron even had the guts to tell me to not hurt her. there goes yet another knife to my heart. thank you. as if 13 billion aren't enough. its so sad that you are so immature. you're so beautiful. but you are my downfall. WHY? i don't need a reason to be angry at God. i would hate for you to make me be angry with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its my fault too. i refused to read the signs. i saw them, just refused to read them. i was scared of losing you like i did the first time. but after all the pain that you have brought me, i am numb towards any other pain. for that, you deserve a big thank you. and a right hook! thanks to you, i will never know when i've fallen in love again, if i ever do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say that i should go on the pill. i say no. i will never experience real emotion again. i need you to help me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you never really loved me. if you did, you would have told me about this problem and we could have fixed it. i wouldnt have had to crawl around, like a snake, thinking about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, baby, believe me. i meant what i said about everything in your life slip away. i'll make sure of it. all that you will have left is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron if you ever get to read this, here are three words for you to think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-3333741919925914541?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/3333741919925914541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=3333741919925914541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/3333741919925914541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/3333741919925914541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-9213360378399713536</id><published>2007-07-07T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:05:30.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't let you go</title><content type='html'>you know what? i woke up this morning and i realised that i only blog when i am feeling a rush of negative emotion. like anger, or sadness, or maybe even confusion. its so weird. we had a big fight on thursday...and he said that he didnt love me as much anymore. that hurts. alot. before that he said that he thinks that i dont love him. that hurt too. but i changed that thought already, whats harder is to make him love me the way  that he did before. thats gonna be tough. but i'll do it. i'll quit being emo. thats gonna be a big part of my life gone out the window. cuz most of my inspiration comes from my anger and emo-ness.. i'll start smiling... that is what he wants right? i'll start taking initiative.. to prove that  i really want this to work out. after all, its been almost a year. a year of having someone to love and care for. and a year of receiving that in return. a year of problems. a year of thinking that i was giving all i had when i wasnt. if i had been giving it all, i would have stopped emo-ing a long time ago cuz i know that he hates it. alot of people ask me if i regret meeting him because of all the pain that i have been going through. my answer? no. we've had ups and downs. like someone once told me, relationships are like mountains, they go up, and down, and when they go down, sooner or later, theyre gonna ave to go back up. so im staying here until it goes up. im am not just gonna let you go over this. i am going to make this change. i am going to change. jayden asked me last night "do you think its worth it?" i say..yes it is. i love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-9213360378399713536?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/9213360378399713536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=9213360378399713536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/9213360378399713536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/9213360378399713536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wont-let-you-go.html' title='I won&apos;t let you go'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-3221679408239472657</id><published>2007-06-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:53:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>where were you?when i needed you the most.goddamn.i feel so fucking spineless but thats just what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;And nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;and I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;And nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamming rocked.hate mt swimming coach.my arms ache.not nearly as much as my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-3221679408239472657?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/3221679408239472657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=3221679408239472657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/3221679408239472657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/3221679408239472657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-6370635368809795358</id><published>2007-05-24T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:11:57.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage is the new age'/><title type='text'>i hate liars</title><content type='html'>fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this anymore.i want the perfect life that i had before.&lt;br /&gt;the perfect boyfriend.the perfect family.the perfected happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you said that you weren't gonna do this anymore.i thought you said that you werent gonna make me hurt and bleed me anymore.maybe what they say is right.maybe you ARE too immature.i'd hate to believe it, but you are making me.yes,you are.and i hate it.but hate doesnt mean that i dont care does it?the opposite of love is indifference not hate.you changed once so you can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.i dont know what to say to you anymore.except one word. "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me now&lt;br /&gt;with a smile in your face&lt;br /&gt;that you're lost down and out&lt;br /&gt;When there was nothing left in me&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;Stop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;My silence you break&lt;br /&gt;The smile that you fake&lt;br /&gt;There's not one thing that you can say to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Unless you say "I'm leavin"&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not...then please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why you can't&lt;br /&gt;Save face&lt;br /&gt;Say it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Can I take all the filth in your head&lt;br /&gt;All the words that you said&lt;br /&gt;And throw it away&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;Stop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;My silence you break&lt;br /&gt;The smile that you take away&lt;br /&gt;There's not one thing that you can say to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Unless you say "I'm leavin"&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not...then please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why you can't&lt;br /&gt;That shit you're talkin' don't mean nothing to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Limp dick...you fuck stick...let's settle the score&lt;br /&gt;Run and hide you know I'll find you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker...two faced prick with hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What's real is real...it's time to step up to the plate again&lt;br /&gt;Swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing...&lt;br /&gt;What's real is real...it's time to step up to the plate again&lt;br /&gt;Swing batter-batter...fucked me for the last time!&lt;br /&gt;Just take a swing...&lt;br /&gt;C'mon...you should've taken that swing...&lt;br /&gt;Just take your swing...&lt;br /&gt;There's not one thing that you can say to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Unless you say "I'm leavin"&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not...then please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why you can't&lt;br /&gt;Swing...just take your swing...fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Just take your swing...You can't stop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;Stop fuckin' with my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-6370635368809795358?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/6370635368809795358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=6370635368809795358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/6370635368809795358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/6370635368809795358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-liars.html' title='i hate liars'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-4016043165937481170</id><published>2007-05-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:12:42.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my fucking blogskin won&apos;t change'/><title type='text'>i hate my life</title><content type='html'>i cant stand how life has a knack of making you think that everything is getting better then a few seconds later it slaps you in the face. whats worse is that the slap isnt a kind that just goes away and you forget about it. no, its the kind that leaves a mark for a few hours and that few hours in real life is a few months, years, maybe. i cant stand this. he's been messaging his ex on friendster and i cant take it for much longer. he didn't even tell me about it. i had to sneakily find out. i hate doing that but it seems to be the only way to protect myself, to prepare to get hurt. i guess, that way maybe it will hurt less in case anything happens. what it boils down to is that i am a spineless person. i guess i put on a tough image so that i can so-called hide my hurt. and he said that it was impossible that won the swimming competition. damn him. i want to slash now. i really do. it will make the pain go away. it will make the problems so much smaller. it will, most importantly, make him care. or at least make him feel the hurt that i feel. am i even ready for this? am i being unreasonable? maybe. but i just know that i wasnt like this before. i only became like this after we broke up the first time. and i really need a hug now. chrys? care to offer? (: and i just realised how sensitive nick is. i love NICK!!! hahaha... thanks for talking me through this man. you make so much sense for someone who hasn't been in a proper realationship. ahhh... i love chrys. i love NICKKK!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-4016043165937481170?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4016043165937481170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=4016043165937481170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4016043165937481170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4016043165937481170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-my-life.html' title='i hate my life'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-7562643651498048996</id><published>2007-05-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:55:19.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRY MEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>oh my god. do you think that the country will let me marry three people? haha. i WANT:&lt;br /&gt;- M. SHADOWS ( avenged sevenfold)&lt;br /&gt;- SYNYSTER GATES ( avenged sevenfold)&lt;br /&gt;-a certain goofy bassist:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt; i didnt just tell you the third person. but if you read it don't ego. there are alot of goofy bassists.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRY ME OFF PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avenged sevenfold - seize the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to worry&lt;br /&gt;These streets we traveled on will undergo our same lost past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you here, now please just stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can move on with you around&lt;br /&gt;I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done&lt;br /&gt;We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to worry&lt;br /&gt;(a melody, a memory, or just one picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborn life replacing all of us, changing this fable we live in&lt;br /&gt;No longer needed here so where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take a journey tonight, follow me past the walls of death?&lt;br /&gt;But girl, what if there is no eternal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to worry&lt;br /&gt;(a melody, a memory, or just one picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over&lt;br /&gt;Trials in life, questions of us existing here&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna die alone without you here&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what we have is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I never hold you, yeah, or kiss your lips again? Whooooah&lt;br /&gt;So I never want to leave you and the memories of us to see&lt;br /&gt;I beg don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over&lt;br /&gt;Trials in life, questions of us existing here&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna die alone without you here&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what we have is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;br /&gt;I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from you, no chance to get back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;br /&gt;(Silence, you lost me-- no chance for one more day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-7562643651498048996?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/7562643651498048996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=7562643651498048996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/7562643651498048996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/7562643651498048996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/marry-meeeee.html' title='MARRY MEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-4575414309467277361</id><published>2007-05-04T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:34:53.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets jump off the highest building we can find'/><title type='text'>i hate my love life</title><content type='html'>:D oh my god. chrys. hahaha. i love you. hahaha. your tagg was so funny. lol. but, no, i won't sleep with you...YET! lols. haha. there are too many people out there who want me! how can i just choose one person? :D ohhh... yesterday creepy-masturbating-boy smsed me and asked me to give him sex services. i am so not fucking him lahh. eww. he looks like a coffeeshop uncle can? just younger. euch. then he asked me to recommend someone. haha. then i said i dno. i went jamming with the paradoxx infection yesterday. our version of "goodbye we're falling fast" rocks fellas! and today's cab ride sucked. he was going on and on about his lighters and i had told him not to play with them anyway because theyre not safe. i hate it when he doesnt listen to me. he's going to esplanade today after school i think. which means i wont talk to him today or tomorrow because tomorrow he has that stupid mindchamps thing. stupid. he seems to really like it. there must be some hot chicks in there. thats why hes so keen. because he's not even keen on going to school what more a study workshop? damn damn damn. relient k rocks to the maxes. and i shall leave you with this song by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jerseys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we make a good &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But yours would look&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; better&lt;/span&gt; than mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out of my league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I know that it's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cliche &lt;/span&gt;to tell you that everyday&lt;br /&gt;I spend with you is the new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; us&lt;br /&gt;Just turns away with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; that we've got it going on&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can not wait&lt;/span&gt; for a new improved way&lt;br /&gt;To let you know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're more to me than what I know how to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're ok with the way this is going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is going to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best thing&lt;/span&gt; we've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could make me a better person, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along one day and you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somebody like you&lt;/span&gt;'d end up with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talk about you&lt;/span&gt; this way&lt;br /&gt;But I'll&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; push all my inhibitions aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so very obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; us&lt;br /&gt;That we have got something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real good&lt;/span&gt; going on&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can not wait&lt;/span&gt; for a new improved way&lt;br /&gt;To let you know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're more to me than I know how to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're ok with the way this is going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is going to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best thing&lt;/span&gt; that we've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could make me a better person, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along one day and you&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must have done something&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could make me a better person, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along one day and you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rearranged my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I gotta say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must have done something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-4575414309467277361?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4575414309467277361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=4575414309467277361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4575414309467277361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4575414309467277361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-my-love-life.html' title='i hate my love life'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-9215664687192447549</id><published>2007-05-03T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:21:27.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XD'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>hello!!! hahah... today rocked my socks off man!! ethel baby and camellia darling tagged... and camellia darling blogged about me! loves you hunneh!! and to YOU! wahlao.. you're really trying my patience man. you know that you are my band and i will always belong to death by information. just because i go jamming with the paradoxx infection and hearsay doesnt mean that im suddenly going to up and leave you. jeez.. and you say that you trust me. GAWD. damn i feel so lonely i didnt say hi to nathalie babe today... so sad. hannah and i went mad in class today.. we were singing i believe i can fly by r kelly and i told her that he was a child molester. she was so shocked. so we were singing "i believe i can fly-eye-eye-"and putting the "dick" actions with our fingers. haha.. pretending the dick was flying! lol... i love hannah babes!!&lt;br /&gt;GAMAR!! MY THUMBDRIVE!! AND I LOVE HEARSAY!! "by the way" in chinese was awesome you guys... love you to the maxxx!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-9215664687192447549?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/9215664687192447549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=9215664687192447549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/9215664687192447549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/9215664687192447549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819570999759188295.post-4320994072405225765</id><published>2007-05-02T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:06:45.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love? hate?'/><title type='text'>my blog</title><content type='html'>okie pokie. so here's the deal. you said i can't talk to you about my problems. you said that a blog would burn down this barrier between us. will it? i do not see how? i only wish that you would move on. there's someone out there more suited for you. there is. i know that you know it too. baby, we're just mortals and the only chance that we have at happiness is to believe. to hope. dare to dream. i just wish you would. i really do. that, my dear, is how we can remove the barrier between us. just don't go hurting people like you did to sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: it was raining. there were no cabs. i died! had to take the bus. was damn late. walked into class. mrs pillai is so blur. lol. she didn't even see me waltz into class. haha. and when daddy picked me up, i got shouted at for not taking the cab. damn. damn YOU. not daddy. but YOU-KNOW-WHO. he thinks that if hes late, i should go first. but the whole world knows that if we don't meet in the morning, we never will. because he's ashamed of me. he is. because i'm not good looking enough. because i'm not thin enough. because i'm not like the other girlfriends that his friends have. its so sad. its more than sad. its heartbreaking. i'll just go cry now. and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819570999759188295-4320994072405225765?l=mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4320994072405225765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819570999759188295&amp;postID=4320994072405225765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4320994072405225765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819570999759188295/posts/default/4320994072405225765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelyweddeddestruction.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-blog.html' title='my blog'/><author><name>CHLOE THE DUTCHESS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276790718025958994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
