<?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-33457465</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:00:00.172-07:00</updated><category term='empty.'/><category term='pissed off.'/><category term='HELP'/><category term='LPL.x)'/><title type='text'>Beating for a dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33457465.post-6261646147370298637</id><published>2010-02-08T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:31:36.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And with one last breath,&lt;br /&gt;The waves took everything that was left,&lt;br /&gt;There might be a drought in the future,&lt;br /&gt;But either way,&lt;br /&gt;The waters drew back to the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6261646147370298637?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6261646147370298637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6261646147370298637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6261646147370298637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6261646147370298637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-with-one-last-breath-waves-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5599404443686526255</id><published>2010-01-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:39:45.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isnt the only place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether i should write a new years resoltuion or maybe im just talking crap as usual, or maybe  just want some closure, im not going to be HERE. anymore. I got some selfish things that i want to say but i figured out i should just drop it. I want to tell some people somethings, and put it anny mous here, i realise thats just coward if you dont dare say it in their face and put their names down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing things so much differetly now, but im still me. Like wha ti tld Sam, its vicky with vicky, being like vicky. I am vicky. Not anyone else, and thats going to be how to is, Im living with that next year, actually.. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah next years going to be hell difficult to me and well, i am really going to have to walk thru this fog in front of me now, and find my way out. And this time its different, cos I have to do this alone. You arent going to be there for me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everything as consequences.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes back at us,&lt;br /&gt;Face it strongly.&lt;br /&gt;And fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And thats exactly what I'm going to do this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a heart can beat for a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Refine a race till perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Refine a heart's fire. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5599404443686526255?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5599404443686526255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5599404443686526255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5599404443686526255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5599404443686526255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-isnt-only-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7775477141212684589</id><published>2009-12-30T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:53:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know sometimes it feel like your walking into no where, &lt;br /&gt;but you know you have to just keep walking,&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll fall of the trendmill.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know where to go, &lt;br /&gt;but you have to go somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Even if its in the wrong direction,&lt;br /&gt;you wont know,&lt;br /&gt;you just know that you have to keep walking,&lt;br /&gt;I lost faith today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found another faith at the busstop-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time its different,&lt;br /&gt;Cos im walking this path alone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7775477141212684589?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7775477141212684589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7775477141212684589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7775477141212684589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7775477141212684589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-sometimes-it-feel-like-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6603343901585891294</id><published>2009-12-23T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:45:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very very very fustrated. Gosh. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6603343901585891294?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6603343901585891294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6603343901585891294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6603343901585891294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6603343901585891294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-very-very-fustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3013398063576975952</id><published>2009-12-09T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:05:10.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to poems,  my wound hurts really bad nowdays, I wish the pain will go away, but then again it’s the pain that reminds me that it was real. Heard that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3013398063576975952?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3013398063576975952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3013398063576975952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3013398063576975952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3013398063576975952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-poems-my-wound-hurts-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8174939898615241351</id><published>2009-12-06T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:54:30.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, my cut hurts so much now. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8174939898615241351?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8174939898615241351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8174939898615241351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8174939898615241351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8174939898615241351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh-my-cut-hurts-so-much-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7851199265321930523</id><published>2009-12-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:17:27.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You made me smile, a rather different smile this time. It was superficial, it didnt go deep, but it was enough. Like Jacob. Thought about a lot of things through it. I found it quite amusing- me suffering and feeling, Gosh, what the shit have i been doing all this time, came out like that, like, what the shit have you been doing vicky. I found it quite amusing that i was in pain, and that i couldnt go on, but i found the strength to run the last stretch after hitting it numb totally, and just going for the best. That was enough, for me. Not high, but enough. But we'll aim higher next time. There is going to be a next time, i can bet on it. Cause i will fight for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im totally confusing you with what im saying, but thats just how i want it, come here wondering, leave here.. wondering too, no mercy for you xD haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKFRUIT! on saturday, but had to leave early, and i had quite a journey back? HAHA. xD oh man.im feeling really hot right now, its kinda burning, maybe a fever, but i can live with it. i like feeling pain nowdays, when your young your afraid of superficial pain, but when your older, you rather that then emotional mental pain, trust me. cos your parents arent there to fix the screwed up problem you got yourself into anymore. its life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, me, my bro, and my dad- OH we are epic man. hahah. we stood in a straight line while taking a picture and guess what? im 16+, my dads 17+, and my bro 18+, nice right! (: hahaha. Kinda loved it when your gone, we curse openly at a stupid driver, i wanted to just stand in front of him to see if he'll drive into me, he was freaking going the wrong way. I dont mind you know. Somehow, i wasnt scared of anything anymore. When you've lost the most important thing to you. You'll understand. til then, just keep wondering and dont try it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ohwell, doing CCBKLET, i have no confidance in my drawings. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Find the strength&lt;/span&gt;, and dont look back.&lt;br /&gt;Dont break the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember that?, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-your gone, and i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it in your face. And i want you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Earn it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ohkay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7851199265321930523?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7851199265321930523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7851199265321930523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7851199265321930523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7851199265321930523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-made-me-smile-rather-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-124799235659929047</id><published>2009-12-02T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:50:42.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you hurt him any further, I'm breaking up the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be part of the assholes, who let you vent your anger on them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so messed up, like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-124799235659929047?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/124799235659929047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=124799235659929047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/124799235659929047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/124799235659929047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-hurt-him-any-further-im-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7501448071344807696</id><published>2009-11-26T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:19:00.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You may not be her first, her last, or her only.  She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect- You aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and make mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break-her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze her and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. And come back, when you know she’s waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7501448071344807696?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7501448071344807696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7501448071344807696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7501448071344807696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7501448071344807696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3042674838648940052</id><published>2009-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:39:03.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Katie, don't cry, I know&lt;br /&gt;You're trying your hardest&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Of the nights we shared &lt;br /&gt;Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting&lt;br /&gt;But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright&lt;br /&gt;And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I hoped to find&lt;br /&gt;In every single way&lt;br /&gt;And everything I would give&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you couldn't take&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part of living&lt;br /&gt;Is just taking breaths to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm good for something&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't found it yet&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable at best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will be the first time in a week&lt;br /&gt;That I'll talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;It's been three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I got the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the lips that made me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's there and)&lt;br /&gt;You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;(While across the room he stares)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these words were never easier for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Or her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;But I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll be miserable&lt;br /&gt;And I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Best of Me, Just for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, tonight, it's gonna be about us, again.&lt;br /&gt;Can we not hold in the screams tonight, dear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3042674838648940052?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33457465.post-1356125892290482059</id><published>2009-11-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:33:21.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Knee,&lt;br /&gt;We got to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1356125892290482059?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1356125892290482059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1356125892290482059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1356125892290482059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1356125892290482059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-knee-we-got-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6828838877574708702</id><published>2009-11-23T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:32:51.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I cried, while writing: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I Love Us.]&lt;/span&gt; on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;And everything that was held back, came rushing out. &lt;br /&gt;Be strong, for whatever that happens for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that takes all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know I'm unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;to call upon your name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleed thru;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6828838877574708702?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6828838877574708702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6828838877574708702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6828838877574708702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6828838877574708702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-cried-while-writing-i-love-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7029455984516342667</id><published>2009-11-22T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:45:56.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a flower quickly fading.&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapour in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when i'm calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day right, when on my own decisions, got response.&lt;br /&gt;What she said really made a difference today; &lt;br /&gt;"You've grown up" &lt;br /&gt;"If not what, grow down ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Though my response was abit DUH-.-,i thought about it, yeah, what she said, it really made a difference, something ticked/cracked alright. and yeah it hurts. But I got to learn. Keep learning, there isnt going to be people there teaching me now. No one is going to lookout for me. Just got to hold on as long as i can. And if i fall get back up again. Lets see how man times i can get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cant run tomorrow, can you imagine? the freaking thing still hurts lah. Im bringing my skipping rope there skip when they run i dont want to fall behind. Im tired of seeing them run and i cant.Im not pathetic, just superficially disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I'm sorry for saying that yeah, but you know the intention of that. But i still apologise lah, i shouldnt have said that. Sorry, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c81 hall 4;SW IS THERE (: HAHA!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7029455984516342667?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7029455984516342667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7029455984516342667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7029455984516342667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7029455984516342667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-flower-quickly-fading.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-159158643793849385</id><published>2009-11-21T09:03:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:51:17.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awake now, thinking about stuff. yeah lots of them, what could have been what not and basically everything, theres really alot. Some tears, others destroy, where as some just disappear and fade. But basically, you get the idea, alot of emotions running here right now,and well, theres nothing wrong with that, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was slightly eventful. Rushed out in the aftn (: then got scared in the late aftn, and then skipped for a little bit, and felt like im a loser, cos i still cant bend my leg, still cant run on monday,(CRAP). And then went the usual. then i got home for shirt. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when people dont know or are tired of you they just call it;life happened. And then your suppose to get it and just drop the topic totally. Im not a good advisor, but damn, thats a stupid excuse that will hit you later.Its Gods gift of the silent: lets just stop talking my mouth needs a break and so does my brain- I WANT TO SLEEP excuse. haha, sure its nice but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop what i want to stop believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt help if you fight against yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles?&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed-SF&lt;br /&gt;pieces- sum41.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-159158643793849385?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/159158643793849385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=159158643793849385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/159158643793849385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/159158643793849385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/awake-now-thinking-about-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1416593890413419309</id><published>2009-11-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:33:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, it's all that I can say&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much and I'd fix all that I've done&lt;br /&gt;If I could start again&lt;br /&gt;I'd throw it all away to the shadows of regrets&lt;br /&gt;And you would have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;- Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you;&lt;br /&gt;With my Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1416593890413419309?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1416593890413419309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1416593890413419309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1416593890413419309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1416593890413419309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-its-all-that-i-can-say-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-11701954129130140</id><published>2009-11-18T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:05:56.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdHaKauqvQ0/SwQZIBcnXFI/AAAAAAAAATY/p2PrJ3mi1gQ/s1600/InspirationalJBS74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdHaKauqvQ0/SwQZIBcnXFI/AAAAAAAAATY/p2PrJ3mi1gQ/s320/InspirationalJBS74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405473078369541202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we just want a home like that somewhere out there you know, like where the grass is actually, really green, and the flowers, oh very beautiful, how about the sun finally smiling down onto you, and you feel like gosh, for once there is reason to live, oh and talk about the view, it will be breath taking totally beyond your imagination, where no more troubles no more sitting down and worrying, getting really fustrated, but it turns into really hard pain after that,no more running after, you just sit there, and chill, and theres no one to scream at you to breathe down your neck even though they say you have perfect privacy. Where you can openly let go, lie on the ground and feel the wind blow in your hair and acknowledge the existence of it without people with cigarette butts walking right into your face and choking everyone. How about that? Tell me how about that, you know, i dont think this house is nice at all. Maybe i'm just really taking it out on myself today. Or maybe, I really just, its been three days.. Please already, do you see the extent? Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-11701954129130140?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/11701954129130140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=11701954129130140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/11701954129130140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/11701954129130140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdHaKauqvQ0/SwQZIBcnXFI/AAAAAAAAATY/p2PrJ3mi1gQ/s72-c/InspirationalJBS74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33457465.post-4218568624675804554</id><published>2009-11-17T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:29:44.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I closed my eyes, and then it hit me,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, your hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really in a bad mood cos of [something, looks straight at you, i bet you read this], i still am you know, but then i saw something, and i felt better. But its like im still talking to someone non-existant. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hug the air till you come here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4218568624675804554?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4218568624675804554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4218568624675804554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4218568624675804554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4218568624675804554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-closed-my-eyes-and-then-it-hit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2611388528020057698</id><published>2009-11-15T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:20:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A love so great it keeps you gasping back for more, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Man, Gosh you are totally absolutely, fantastically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breath taking&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2611388528020057698?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2611388528020057698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2611388528020057698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2611388528020057698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2611388528020057698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-so-great-it-keeps-you-gasping-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8255752752390621721</id><published>2009-11-14T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:43:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont want to play this sick game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8255752752390621721?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8255752752390621721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8255752752390621721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8255752752390621721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8255752752390621721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-play-this-sick-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2401088276563115575</id><published>2009-11-10T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:30:28.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking: its really weighing down and i dont want to waste my life like that, i dont want to submit to an irresponsible FREAK like you, I dont want to bear with your moods, I dont want to be the one to pick up after you, OR be the one always doing stuff for you. Im tired, i have a life too you know. I wasnt given life to serve you, no matter how true you think what im saying is. I have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today im choosing to stand for what i want, not you, not him, not her. But what i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you dont stand for anything, You will fall for everything"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what i want to stand for, and who to stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, eventful, they saw it and you know, it started raining and there was lightning and thunder and maybe abit of tsunami and then there was earthquake. oh and they saw my arm too, and my dad was like WHAT IS THAT. and oh took out the "tape" on my leg today, you do not want to fall on a glass table or go for stitches, cool? My ass lah. But thing is i can move now, just cant bend all th way still, learn lots of things from this, didnt need to, but since i did, take the good points, smile, and we'll move on from here ohkay. Keep walking, I know you'll go the right way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2401088276563115575?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2401088276563115575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2401088276563115575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2401088276563115575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2401088276563115575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-its-really-weighing-down-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8911811698799455633</id><published>2009-11-06T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:06:28.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 19/6 :D&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8911811698799455633?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8911811698799455633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8911811698799455633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8911811698799455633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8911811698799455633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-made-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7429663815241964006</id><published>2009-11-03T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:07:50.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its times like this, &lt;br /&gt;You pour salt over the wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you screm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7429663815241964006?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7429663815241964006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7429663815241964006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7429663815241964006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7429663815241964006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-times-like-this-you-pour-salt-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3189937572791574059</id><published>2009-11-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:18:55.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you already, &lt;br /&gt;Dont keep saying it,&lt;br /&gt;Do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYWTST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what yirong said months ago, and then i smiled, what she said was so true. Hug Yirong, love you very much batchie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3189937572791574059?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3189937572791574059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3189937572791574059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3189937572791574059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3189937572791574059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-you-already-dont-keep-saying-it-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8626982589208523925</id><published>2009-11-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:39:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the kinda time where you still look around and wonder where your earth went,&lt;br /&gt;find it soon, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8626982589208523925?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8626982589208523925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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realised, I cant do this anymore, I cant see you in this state, I cant keep dreaming about you, I cant keep wanting you to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came to me,&lt;br /&gt;And i smiled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-275730822887001234?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/275730822887001234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=275730822887001234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/275730822887001234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/275730822887001234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/then-i-realised-i-cant-do-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2084400799183319838</id><published>2009-10-31T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T03:09:53.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll stop if talking is hurting your friend too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2084400799183319838?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2084400799183319838/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>Mixed tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-642373338981794971?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/642373338981794971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=642373338981794971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/642373338981794971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/642373338981794971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixed-tape.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7460726383736526540</id><published>2009-10-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:44:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;A7X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please kill me painfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7460726383736526540?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7460726383736526540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7460726383736526540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7460726383736526540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7460726383736526540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-god-a7x.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-752221331403527477</id><published>2009-10-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:09:31.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I would be lying if i say there was no pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My rise and my fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canceled the whole page i just wrote, today? Was changed according to what just happened.And i keep avoiding it in a bid to salvage whatever emotions and feelings i can before peering into that one box of painm I'm afraid of the extent, the extent that it will sting, im afraid it will hurt so badly, im afraid that i will not be able to overcome it, im afraid, it'll sta a knife through me so hard that i'd rather feel physical pain again, i would jump right down, or twist the blades round and round, just dont tell mewhat you said,How hard, tell me, how hard can you breathe? With that amount of oxygen in the air,how low can you go, before it kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant avoid it forever, its the truth, walk towards it,take a deep breathe and if it hurts, like it consume you, let it destroy you, becausue you know that this is the way. That one way that leads you to what you want and that, will be the thing driving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church,cut,canceled outing,falsehope,pain,tears,&lt;br /&gt;IM damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks special dude over there, hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-752221331403527477?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/752221331403527477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=752221331403527477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/752221331403527477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/752221331403527477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-would-be-lying-if-i-say-there-was-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6725807567688050818</id><published>2009-10-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:40:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Things arent going to be perfect”&lt;br /&gt;-Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is the reason we live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been massive. Theres so much things happening, I feel so much, but I keep it all in different boxes right now. I don’t want to harp on one, and deprive the rest. It doesn’t make sense, but I don’t want to know the extent of something right now. Its not the time, not now. And its not that im shotchanging you, ignoring you, or just placing you behind me. Its not that you don’t matter, its just that, if you love me, let me find whats killing me. Take it out and throw it away. Its been so long, but if I don’t shut it down completely it’ll never go away. And I want it to, I want it to just be consumed completely, feel it die inside of me and don’t come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don’t care about you anymore, Its just that I need some time alone. And if I don’t reply, it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, it doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotton all about you. I want to give you the best and nothing less. Its not in me to just give you the rest, and I hate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idesya. Its like a needle being pushed right up my artery, consumning and taking. When i look into your eyes and see the barriers draw up. Vulnerability that spreads itself behind the gates, waiting for them to fall over and disappear. Us. When you care, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was spent, differently. Sunday was eventful. Considering how I kneeled on a glass table, hey one leg on the bed and the other on the glass table and it broke, under my weight=.=, when i reached out to out a sticker on the window, which I later found out couldn’t even stick on the window, and then the glass broke. My brother just looking on my g.aunts hands over her face and me, just watching it flow down. Broke every kiddie thing I promised myself of never being the one in the crutches, never the one who has to do all this. I don’t need your pity. I don’t want you pity, don’t look at me and say that im handicap in your eyes. I’m stronger than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need people like my mum blaming me that im trying to get people to pity me for attention, I don’t need those kind of comments, I don’t need people who pity me. I appreciate and thank everyone for the really bottom of my heart who gave me a hug, said it’s going to be alright,  I needed to be reminded, somehow. That things will and can get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just been roller coaster, going to the hospital in the middle of the night again two days after , then turns out that everythings quite alright, and the next day figuring out that my leg is swollen, my g.aunt compared and told me, then I went crutches for one day, but I really didn’t like the idea of people seeing me in those, I don’t need your pity. I don’t need those thoughts going through your head. I’m fine. And going to the clinic changing the dressing, then feeling happy the doc said I could bend my knee already, then the next day the whole plaster falls off, again making emotions go high in the house, OHNO HOW, then with it showing, some people turn away. Me not being able to bend it in the end without the plaster again, still have to hold it straight. Aching but yeah, then rushing to wrap it up again. That kind of business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some like the slow rides in the theme park, others go for a short thrill, then there are those who try it all to decide what they really want. Others head straight first into what they hear, read and think will suit them- assumptions. But whatever ride we choose to take, there will be consequences, it could kill you, it could shake you, It could bore you. But I guess that’s just the way life is. Decisions you make lead you somewhere, if you go off the road, go back to the road and then start walking the right way again, you won’t be at a disadvantage if you walk harder, and focus, but if you continue choosing to walk into nothingness, you’ll go off and never come back. You could lose a part of you, and you could never come back. Hope is the reason we live, we hope for the best, we choose to believe in something to happen, that makes us happy probably. Sometimes hope is what that kills us too. It’s a double faced coin that we keep flipping and putting our faith in. and that drives us, however terrible it might sound. That’s what we live for. &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our thoughts too,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long road down/up.&lt;br /&gt;Only you’ll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fam ticket designing, church pubs, class stuff, long road. But I want to here. So that changes everything. I want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;BESTIE! TMR, US, YOU AND ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to be good or great, just be YOU. And we’ll take your hand and run”&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :D &lt;br /&gt;You just drew a rainbow in my sky. &lt;br /&gt;(So colourful ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooooooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places &lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just paint the picture of a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;They got it better than what anyone's told ya&lt;br /&gt;They'll be the king of hearts &lt;br /&gt;And you're the queen of spades&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers&lt;br /&gt;I know we got it good, but they got it made&lt;br /&gt;And the grass is getting greener each day&lt;br /&gt;I know things are looking up&lt;br /&gt;But soon they'll take us down&lt;br /&gt;Before anybody's on our way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right friends in all the right places &lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm special, do you think I'm nice?&lt;br /&gt;Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?&lt;br /&gt;Between the noise you hear and the sounds you like&lt;br /&gt;Are we just sinking in the ocean of faces&lt;br /&gt;It can't be possible that rain could fall&lt;br /&gt;Only when it's over our heads&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining every day, but it's far away&lt;br /&gt;Over the world, it said, they got, they got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places &lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what you see, I know I could never be &lt;br /&gt;Someone that'll look like you&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what you say, I know I could never fake &lt;br /&gt;Someone that could sound like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places &lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right friends in all the right places &lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;They got all the right moves in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;(so yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;I said everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right moves, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;All the right moves, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, we're going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the tune of this songs, and one republic? Its like they really give it when they sing. I like. Camp comm. Meeting tmr, I like them, a lot, I tell you Rachels really awesome, having to chase someone like me? You can die, seriously, ask Sak she’ll tell you, it’s the last thing on earth you want to do, you really try very hard to smile when I smile at you, I bet they all secretly want to punch my face, hahahaha. Seriously, im preparing for tmr. I am preparing. You guys, I tell you, they are just awesome, &lt;br /&gt;SherwinRachelHanjieXinyiWaiianGiovanniSilingHilaryArielAaron :D Kay, pubs, fam. Parents. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6725807567688050818?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6725807567688050818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6725807567688050818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6725807567688050818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6725807567688050818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-arent-going-to-be-perfect-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1952201957136882361</id><published>2009-10-12T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:45:03.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't ask for pity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; and then expect to be taken right back in.&lt;br /&gt;Life is what that comes right after you with a knife when you fall down. It cuts more the longer you stay down. You get into this shit, you get yourself out of it. No one is going to be there for you, especially since its YOU. Thats just the hard truth. And i cant help you anymore, i cant help someone who refuses to be helped. I can give, but if you don't take we don't move at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never given up on you, just that truth be told, i need a break from all this, i don't need to know the one i love has changed so much that i cant even recognise you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live with the one i love now. &lt;br /&gt;me too xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1952201957136882361?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1952201957136882361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1952201957136882361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1952201957136882361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1952201957136882361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-ask-for-pity-you-cant-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7519520162106811943</id><published>2009-09-27T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:22:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never let the one you love walk away without telling them you love them.&lt;br /&gt;Step out Vicky; ♥&lt;br /&gt;I'm for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One step forward&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7519520162106811943?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7519520162106811943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7519520162106811943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7519520162106811943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7519520162106811943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-let-one-you-love-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-723261016451027620</id><published>2009-09-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:06:00.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hold my hand? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days; 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reexamine how a heart can beat for a dream;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-723261016451027620?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/723261016451027620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=723261016451027620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/723261016451027620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/723261016451027620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/hold-my-hand-18-days-15-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-825923233176665222</id><published>2009-09-26T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:35:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want &lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;We'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness &lt;br /&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted &lt;br /&gt;Webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you) [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMYHL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-825923233176665222?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/825923233176665222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=825923233176665222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/825923233176665222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/825923233176665222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5038411400807795396</id><published>2009-09-05T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:41:00.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im holding down a bleeding pulse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to let go looking at it cos the pain will kill,&lt;br /&gt;But then again it being my fault,&lt;br /&gt;So i numb it by holding it down.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how it seeps in through even the smallest gaps &lt;br /&gt;between your fingers and still consumes you totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;A pain that bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGM; tonight i fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5038411400807795396?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5038411400807795396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5038411400807795396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5038411400807795396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5038411400807795396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-holding-down-bleeding-pulse.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1425282668836746452</id><published>2009-09-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:09:35.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exactly why i said i had no right to say it. &lt;br /&gt;Let fire burn through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;consume all emotions,&lt;br /&gt;And dont give them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, cancel todays meeting, &lt;br /&gt;im going after you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1425282668836746452?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1425282668836746452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1425282668836746452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1425282668836746452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1425282668836746452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/exactly-why-i-said-i-had-no-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2396154021368851328</id><published>2009-08-28T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:24:51.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard. But if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, and if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.&lt;br /&gt;— One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of my birthday wishes:&lt;br /&gt;Luckiest person on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2396154021368851328?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2396154021368851328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2396154021368851328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2396154021368851328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2396154021368851328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-funny-sometimes-it-can-push.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2108611261754641373</id><published>2009-08-24T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:04:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let it drip dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2108611261754641373?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2108611261754641373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2108611261754641373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2108611261754641373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2108611261754641373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-it-drip-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5232351175426383345</id><published>2009-08-22T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:56:42.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays going to be a long day,&lt;br /&gt;Theres going to be tears, &lt;br /&gt;I can already picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a photo,&lt;br /&gt;before everything moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;physically hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Pull me down, &lt;br /&gt;Like what happened ytd,&lt;br /&gt;If not i'll keep going.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its like rugby,&lt;br /&gt;I wont let go of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you disable me,&lt;br /&gt;Even then,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get up and run after again,&lt;br /&gt;And i will get the ball.&lt;br /&gt;I want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5232351175426383345?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5232351175426383345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5232351175426383345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5232351175426383345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5232351175426383345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-going-to-be-long-day-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1367937911743219775</id><published>2009-08-21T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:15:39.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ambiguity;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt mean standstill.&lt;br /&gt;But when your hearts turned, the body turns &lt;br /&gt;And if people force you from moving,&lt;br /&gt;You keep your mind on running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not even there, you might be standing there occupy space blocking people from moving, but your not there. Your mind isnt there, your self isnt there, your hearts not there. So where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1367937911743219775?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1367937911743219775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1367937911743219775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1367937911743219775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1367937911743219775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/ambiguity-doesnt-mean-standstill.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-333104586790320234</id><published>2009-08-21T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:37:33.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: &lt;br /&gt;Secrets to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Scars hidden to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself or fall.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what your doing.&lt;br /&gt;They dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;They all want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you brush him off.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Were you taught to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if its so, &lt;br /&gt;how do you breathe from there.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with all this choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was told to leave the house, I smiled, home is definitely more comfortable than the streets, Im not your bad kid caught by police on the streets at night. It isnt me,you know when the line pulls and breaks. Then do you know what your been through. My parents gave up on me, haha, im sorry i really am i told them. and i really hope they get it, that beneath all this pain they might be feeling, i want them to let go. You can care about me, but dont feel for me. Because i dont want to hurt you, i beg you. I know im being selfish insisting that things have to go my way, but really, i think we can all agree that thets the best choice that can happen now.I like the messy hair style when you wake up in the morning. i like the i have the choice to continue to sleep in feeling today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant live with my delusion and illusions for long, i have to let it sink in real hard, actually, i want to hurt myself, let it sink right in, and burn a hole right through. Everyone thinks its alright, another phase, will pass, but im not that kind, im not the kind that thinks that lifes is fake, that emotions are not real. I think they are. And that they are the most important thing that one has. Lets keep our eyes from wondering off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how your doing, how your feeling, mr hurt. Listening to the songs that we listen to. But i got to stop listening to the songs, cos they bring is hurt now. I want to let myself bleed over you, saying that maybe the pain will be easier to comprehend when i can see the extent of it on the table, in blood. And i know its sounds really gross, but you know its that kind of feeling, that, really, cuts you up. And you know the weight of both sides of the pain and if you compare them together, you figure out that maybe that side is better cos you clear it up faster, intense or not, it'll be faster. but i dont want to hurt the audience, i really dont. But then its not about whether it disappears faster or not, its about, where it comes from, you. And that fact is stopping everything from moving. The world asks you to move on. But like what you are, i live be my definitions, and not the general rules. i dont care about them, i know the serve for a reason the greater good, and im for the greater good, but im not for something im not for. I am me, and i have gotten lost in something that isnt me, but, im staying true to me now.The one you loved fro the start. And i'll hold on with what i feel, regardless of what everyone else says. Yeah, i have people that mean to me. I have people that mean to me. And when they look away, i die inside, no doubt about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is i miss you guys. That is real. And as much as things in the world can fall, that is real. But sometimes, feelings take over. Not saying im taking someone else more important over you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me what love was.&lt;br /&gt;As much as we can spin around and go crazy trying to forget the pain we are feeling, it'll be something that comes back right to us, and hit us. Unconditional, I'll be your back up plan, always your back up plan, even if the whole world crashes, your back up plan, me. I'll be your never wavering back up plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays saturday, where do i go? &lt;br /&gt;Got my phone back, so im here.&lt;br /&gt;Really am, (waiting). [shut up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why (you go away); 25 mintues.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to go to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes is really, the hit of the century, i love the song to bits.&lt;br /&gt;Its what i would say to you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-333104586790320234?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/333104586790320234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=333104586790320234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/333104586790320234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/333104586790320234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/secrets-to-yourself-scars-hidden-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8783283679921738246</id><published>2009-08-15T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:06:26.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its hard without you my shiny friend,&lt;br /&gt;Things get harder to be done.&lt;br /&gt;And its harder with curvy letters.&lt;br /&gt;But i want that.&lt;br /&gt;So,with what i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8783283679921738246?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8783283679921738246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8783283679921738246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8783283679921738246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8783283679921738246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hard-without-you-my-shiny-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8444444724918321333</id><published>2009-08-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:08:48.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was 3 a.m. when you woke me up&lt;br /&gt;Then we jumped in the car and drove as far as we could go&lt;br /&gt;Just to get away&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our lives until the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;And now thinking about how i wish i could go back&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you walked away&lt;br /&gt;You left my life in disarray&lt;br /&gt;All i want is one more day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all i need is one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the car broke down&lt;br /&gt;We just kept walking along&lt;br /&gt;Til it hit this town&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing there at all&lt;br /&gt;But that was all ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all our money on stupid things&lt;br /&gt;But if i look back now id probly give it all away,&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;Its like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you walked away&lt;br /&gt;You left my life in disarray&lt;br /&gt;All i want is one more day&lt;br /&gt;Its all i need&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;I think about my life&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothin i won't do&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;Its like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels alright&lt;br /&gt;Evertime i here ur name&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Its like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked away just one more day&lt;br /&gt;Is all i need is one more day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8444444724918321333?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8444444724918321333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8444444724918321333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8444444724918321333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8444444724918321333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4703748842526202438</id><published>2009-08-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:34:46.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone &lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anearobic respiration;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be okay; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4703748842526202438?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4703748842526202438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4703748842526202438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4703748842526202438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4703748842526202438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-i-miss-screaming-and-fighting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3709840973302274448</id><published>2009-08-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:32:35.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saying, keep the face, keep the mask, hopefully things will turn out the way you want it to. But life hits you in the face, and tears it off. It doesn’t see you going that way at all.  Strength, its not about who walks off faster, or who can clear everything off first. There is more to life than just that. I call it true love.&lt;br /&gt;One step back, Two steps next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Thanks, for lending me your shoulder.)&lt;br /&gt;We can walk in a whole circle and still end up next to each other;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3709840973302274448?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3709840973302274448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3709840973302274448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3709840973302274448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3709840973302274448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/saying-keep-face-keep-mask-hopefully.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8217388988094295625</id><published>2009-08-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:41:17.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But you didn’t wait, and that changed it all.&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of time and patience.&lt;br /&gt;My incompetence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8217388988094295625?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8217388988094295625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8217388988094295625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8217388988094295625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8217388988094295625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-you-didnt-wait-and-that-changed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-782261628109598727</id><published>2009-08-10T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:11:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let fire roll off your fingers like water.&lt;br /&gt;Your running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Cant sleep till your next to me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-782261628109598727?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/782261628109598727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=782261628109598727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/782261628109598727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/782261628109598727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-fire-roll-off-your-fingers-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-271935717198318118</id><published>2009-08-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:36:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont play with fire.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to make friends with it.&lt;br /&gt;Throw the fire over,&lt;br /&gt;I need it to burn right through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consume the denial,let there be light.&lt;br /&gt;Dont suffocate yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems about you.&lt;br /&gt;(that much)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-271935717198318118?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/271935717198318118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=271935717198318118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/271935717198318118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/271935717198318118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-play-with-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8659763289284040529</id><published>2009-08-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:41:29.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saying let it sink through, &lt;br /&gt;Right through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn, And consume,&lt;br /&gt;What denial I've been puttig up.&lt;br /&gt;Let it press salt against the wounds,&lt;br /&gt;And make scars all along its path.&lt;br /&gt;Let there be pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing between, the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;And the light of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Living between the gap,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating your love,&lt;br /&gt;Yet letting it burn right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight for what could be, &lt;br /&gt;Or what there is?&lt;br /&gt;The kind that jumps up and down in pain to vent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lift my feet off the ground, &lt;br /&gt;You spin me around, &lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier,crazier &lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, lost in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier,crazier &lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, lost in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier, crazier, &lt;br /&gt;crazier... crazier....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never too late to be who you want to be, theres no time limit for this. You can change, for better or for worst. And i hope you'll see things you've never seen before, feel things you never felt before. Meet people who give you a different point of view, that one day you'll understand what im doing and know what im feeling. I hope you'll be happy, that you'll live a life worth living. And if you're not, I want you to have the strength to start all over again. I'll walk with you, you might not be able to see me, but i'll always be with you. And, when all is right, I'll sit right next to you. Where i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You belong with me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross my heart hanjie! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will,eventually.&lt;br /&gt;(ahhhweigttfourevantuaiilli-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8659763289284040529?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8659763289284040529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8659763289284040529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8659763289284040529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8659763289284040529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/saying-let-it-sink-through-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2618613061630175240</id><published>2009-08-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:28:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of saying my ego can take it, i'll say my denial can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me the essential question today, kept veering away from the topic, but i knew i had to answer it, eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2618613061630175240?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2618613061630175240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2618613061630175240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2618613061630175240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2618613061630175240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/instead-of-saying-my-ego-can-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4867064817593165004</id><published>2009-08-08T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:46:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canceling everything, saying there isnt any doubt in love. Doing what that gets you there is all that matters. It might take long, but as long as it gets you there eventually, its worth it. Asking what do i do with the pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4867064817593165004?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4867064817593165004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4867064817593165004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4867064817593165004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4867064817593165004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/saying-there-isnt-any-doubt-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4336759199533600961</id><published>2009-08-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:29:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn’t mean to do that to you guys yesterday, didn’t mean for you guys to find me there like that, didn’t mean for you guys to be late. Didn’t mean for you guys to look at me, and not know what to say, I know you want to help, but you cant, cos you don’t understand. Its something I got to face alone. But I don’t want to face it, I don’t want to do what im suppose to want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had time to think about stuff yesterday, phone dies at crucial point, again. You tell them, that your going away, and this is you, but you’ll come back, cos you love them, not cos you want them but cos you love them. Theres a difference. She Everyones saying different things, you know sometimes a sponge can only take that much, when you’ve sucked in too much, that’s when you jus blank there. Listen to the ones that mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart. Saying I will. And then puncture a hole through it, cos you’re making a promise on broken land here, does that still stand. If you can even stand on your own, how can you stand on anything else or even run after anything else. Do you see how im talking so much and not getting an answer but I know where my piority is.But what if the one I want to please most is compared with the one I owe the most, does that make a difference?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear your debts before you chase anyone, cos it’ll just weigh down on you, then I ask you you think the person will still be there when you come back, you think he’ll still be there waiting for you. You think you deserve that much, you think you’re that good, you think that people are going to look up to you, more like you think he’ll take interest in you? Doubt, can you run even if you cant stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make yourself sound so strong and in control of everything when your not? Really. Its time to do what you’ll do stop going around in circles, be you, without trying to think about whats going on. Its you, without anything clinging onto you. Stop bleeding, stop saying your in pain, Stop numbing yourself stop telling people whats going on, because they don’t care, theres no need to make people worst. Stop. Just stop that’s the best thing you can do. And you already know what the greatest pain is, and you know where its from. So why don’t you approach it? You know, that when didn’t look up when wasn’t present, you knew that , God, you’ve lost the greatest thing in the world, so why aren’t you chasing after it? Do you do what it takes to protect the person you love the most? Getting all the bad things away from the person you love? Isn’t that what you’re meant to do if you really love someone? What if the bad things you, take it away also? No, you wont do anything bad to the person if you love the person.I have defined what idk is, it means; I don’t want to tell you what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin 'round&lt;br /&gt;But in your life you'll do things greater than&lt;br /&gt;Dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what means to you, and that changes everything. Sure there are going to be days where you cry, and there will be pain. But, you just need to slash and go. Cut and numb it totally. You want it strong and hard, you got it. Somehow, a part of me left when you left.And that leaves and left me dumbstruck. Why do I only feel when things are related to you. Do I acknowledge the feeling.. Jealousy, pain, their happiness. You cant shut some doors, when you’ve already broken the handle. Don’t. Why are you talking so much and not doing anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;Do something.  Cos you know you’ve made up your mind, sometimes, you just got to hold on, to what you think is true. Whether he says its not going to happen, you still hold on, cos, loving someone isnt about whether the person loves you back or not. Its about whether you love the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence”- quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo your name across my heart. Its permanent. Take a knife and carve your heart over it, cos you already own it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4336759199533600961?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4336759199533600961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4336759199533600961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4336759199533600961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4336759199533600961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-im-number-one-for-walking-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8054209578340814880</id><published>2009-08-01T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:29:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one in this world is indispensable.&lt;br /&gt;Life is what happens when you plead for it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; about how hard you've fallen,&lt;br /&gt;Its about whether you can get right back up.&lt;br /&gt;I got a week, you think it isnt possible?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reexamine how a heart can beat for a dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says everything yet reveals nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I've made you wait, I wont anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8054209578340814880?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8054209578340814880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8054209578340814880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8054209578340814880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8054209578340814880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-in-this-world-is-indispensable.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1104096731996209740</id><published>2009-08-01T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:12:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you really love, then you would do what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of this mess. Not fustrated, not pissed off. Just looking at you. Maybe its pity, maybe its disgust. But i choose to think its pity alright. Cause i respect you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It when everything stops and you hear the silence. Hear the silence. And then you realise how lonely you are, and its only then that you start feeling around in the dark for whatever you have left. In the dark cos, somehow there seems to be more hope in the dark, cos you know that, in fact you dont have anything, so the dark is your deceiving comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are something in life that only you can help yourself. Lean on yourself. I took long enough to figure that out. There are things that are worth it, and there are things that arent. Then there are things that can goddamn hurt you, and THEN there are things that come and lie to you. And then they linger to see how long you can last and then laugh at you. There are people that come in, and try to redefine what you've define telling you, you've got it all wrong. But the truth is, you didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when the person points all around, its the pointer itself thats the one. No one has a freaking problem. Its the pointer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1104096731996209740?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1104096731996209740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1104096731996209740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1104096731996209740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1104096731996209740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-really-love-then-you-would-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7880046381336054457</id><published>2009-07-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:12:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The numbing blanket.&lt;br /&gt;its like this cover thats being put over you, &lt;br /&gt;and shelters you from everything,&lt;br /&gt;but under it, &lt;br /&gt;much vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;the kind that stops you dead in your tracks,&lt;br /&gt;and falls even by a touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7880046381336054457?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7880046381336054457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7880046381336054457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7880046381336054457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7880046381336054457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbing-blanket.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6969659717969022908</id><published>2009-07-26T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:25:54.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You had my heart, at least for the most part&lt;br /&gt;’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, We fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make a new start&lt;br /&gt;’Cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6969659717969022908?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6969659717969022908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6969659717969022908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6969659717969022908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6969659717969022908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-had-my-heart-at-least-for-most-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3415597238997839275</id><published>2009-07-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:18:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I miss you. Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3415597238997839275?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3415597238997839275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3415597238997839275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3415597238997839275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3415597238997839275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7134338180285179467</id><published>2009-07-26T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:00:32.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never gone with the wind &lt;br /&gt;Just let it flow... &lt;br /&gt;Let it take me where it wants to go &lt;br /&gt;Till you open the door &lt;br /&gt;There's so much more... &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it before &lt;br /&gt;I was tryin to fly but I couldn't find wings, &lt;br /&gt;But you came along, and you changed everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground, &lt;br /&gt;You spin me around, &lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier,crazier &lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm fallin, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, lost in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier, crazier, crazier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7134338180285179467?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7134338180285179467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7134338180285179467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7134338180285179467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7134338180285179467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-gone-with-wind-just-let-it-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-164430141964898501</id><published>2009-07-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:16:47.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When darkness turns to light, &lt;br /&gt;I changed, tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong concert later, its kinda sad how we have to have our own hiding places sometimes. But i guess everyones like that some way or another.And evrybody is scared of something, feels insercure about sometimes. But its how we get up, its not about how hard we fall or how hard its going to take to get up. Its about getting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can do that,&lt;br /&gt;you make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start meaning again.&lt;br /&gt;So would you?&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-164430141964898501?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/164430141964898501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=164430141964898501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/164430141964898501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/164430141964898501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-darkness-turns-to-light-i-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5204641939818481940</id><published>2009-07-22T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:12:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because it's the sound of your voice that brings me home;&lt;br /&gt;-Wait for Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5204641939818481940?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5204641939818481940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5204641939818481940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5204641939818481940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5204641939818481940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-its-sound-of-your-voice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4094005121878487053</id><published>2009-07-20T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:20:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Run for what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4094005121878487053?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4094005121878487053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4094005121878487053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4094005121878487053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4094005121878487053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/run-for-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4424029750909913882</id><published>2009-07-20T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:18:51.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I whine, I rant, I complain. But I kinda enjoyed today. A lot. I really liked it today, so far, except when I came home and got scolding again. But other then that, carls jr was nice :) Somehow, you made me feel the constance I want in my life, the one I desire, you let me taste it again. And I loved it. You made me feel today. Thank you, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a vicious cycle, unforgiving and unmerciful. It robs you of your soul and doesn’t leave anything behind- thought about this code today, didn’t think about it for a long long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and faith, they are big things. Not that I didn’t know that already, just wanted to be reminded and remind people too. Its something that stays close to you, doesn’t let go. Puts a smile to your face, but can also tear you down completely. I trust you. &lt;br /&gt;You put a smile to my face, today you made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is different in their own way, we might find similarities in each other. But somehow, I don’t think that really stands as an argument for anything. Similarities are similarities, full stop. And then, you move on with life from there. People might find all sorts of ways to comment and link similarities on how its fate or whatever, but seriously,i think sometimes, we should stop rationalizing, and think. (And then differences,they not necessarily are terrible, bad,detrimental to your whole life,its not like you cant live with it.Its the differences that make people stronger,thats what i think.At times, it might seem that differences are just a big hole in the thread joining us together as one,but then sometimes if you look closely at it, you realise..that its the thing that makes up us. And us? WE're strong together,stronger than people with similarities.Dont tell me your going to find someone exactly the same as you, not that i dont believe theres is a possibility of that but as much as you can be similar there will be differences, and well, being too similar, and having small differences[which is definite present]can kill the relationship even faster and make it less strong.So yeah.)And then sometimes you realize, your right, the argument doesn’t stand, and then you will live life again. Stop holding onto your past, cause your past doesn’t hold onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the future wants to hold you, work with you. And walk with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as i say,&lt;br /&gt;My hearts here to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4424029750909913882?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4424029750909913882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4424029750909913882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4424029750909913882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4424029750909913882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-whine-i-rant-i-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5743717299949122380</id><published>2009-07-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:39:07.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel like the world is taking turns to brainwash me.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess well, i know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;And until i run dry and wither and die, i wont give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im not a flower,&lt;br /&gt;but im not nothing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not broken, i can be mended.&lt;br /&gt;I am healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know, sometimes when what heals you, can destroy you? Well,it didnt destroy me, it took a part of me away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im going to find that part of me, and then, stay with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5743717299949122380?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5743717299949122380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5743717299949122380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5743717299949122380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5743717299949122380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-feel-like-world-is-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6619630647766302808</id><published>2009-07-12T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:18:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get my muscles back so my arms wont hurt when my dad hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6619630647766302808?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6619630647766302808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6619630647766302808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6619630647766302808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6619630647766302808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to-get-my-muscles-back-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3221622798546890164</id><published>2009-07-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:29:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant breathe when you mock me, the sadness is just so overwhelming, and the pain is pilling on and pressing on the wounds below. It pushes down so hard on it i get more than numb, i lose control of all my nerves and still feel my heart tearing when im not even sure it still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tell me, can a broken heart still break"&lt;br /&gt;Quote corpse bride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3221622798546890164?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3221622798546890164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3221622798546890164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3221622798546890164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3221622798546890164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-breathe-when-you-mock-me-sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8887581994245949923</id><published>2009-07-11T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:37:47.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting, wishing, and wanting yours for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting. Theres always a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important decision today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8887581994245949923?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8887581994245949923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8887581994245949923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8887581994245949923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8887581994245949923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-wishing-and-wanting-yours-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7836200887780760074</id><published>2009-07-11T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:23:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Magicians of Love ep 6 part 2 (eng sub),3.44 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so long as i'm here,you wont have no tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7836200887780760074?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7836200887780760074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7836200887780760074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7836200887780760074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7836200887780760074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/magicians-of-love-ep-6-part-2-eng-sub3.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1540913079703340476</id><published>2009-07-11T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:11:25.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still waiting for you, Please come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1540913079703340476?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1540913079703340476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1540913079703340476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1540913079703340476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1540913079703340476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-waiting-for-you-please-come-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1614410833224569273</id><published>2009-07-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:33:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you've been running in my mind for a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood, i got one person in my head right now, and that persons not the person that the person think is. Its YOU. I change my answer, i won't bet with you, cause i KNOW we'll go pass that stage together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cant change the truth when it is the truth, i dont lie to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1614410833224569273?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1614410833224569273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1614410833224569273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1614410833224569273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1614410833224569273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-tired-cos-youve-been-running-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7857382448985267022</id><published>2009-07-11T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:11:34.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have emotions, damn it. I am in pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m right this time, so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7857382448985267022?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7857382448985267022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7857382448985267022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7857382448985267022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7857382448985267022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-emotions-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8355038909578921299</id><published>2009-07-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:43:42.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You gave me a reason &lt;br /&gt;Told me that I'll always be yours.&lt;br /&gt;You are my desire &lt;br /&gt;My heart is so on fire for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop lovin ya lovin ya &lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz i don't wanna end up in your rear view&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be someone you can turn to&lt;br /&gt;Baby i never wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;No there's nothin i wont do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watch you like a movie&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you like a song &lt;br /&gt;Read you like a story &lt;br /&gt;If it takes me all night long &lt;br /&gt;Keep you like a secret&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you like a joke&lt;br /&gt;It's true, It's true&lt;br /&gt;That I'll love you like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;(love you like i always do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so amazing&lt;br /&gt;You stepped in and saved my life&lt;br /&gt;Every time we are together&lt;br /&gt;My time is yours forever &lt;br /&gt;My world is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna end up in your rear view&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be someone that you can turn to&lt;br /&gt;Baby i never wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;No there's nothinn i wont do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watch you like a movie&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you like a song &lt;br /&gt;Read you like a story &lt;br /&gt;If it takes me all night long &lt;br /&gt;Keep you like a secret&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you like a joke&lt;br /&gt;It's true, It's true&lt;br /&gt;That I'll love you like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll never leave no I'll never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watch you like a movie&lt;br /&gt;I sing you like a song &lt;br /&gt;Read you like a story &lt;br /&gt;If it takes me all night long &lt;br /&gt;Keep you like a secret&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you like a joke&lt;br /&gt;It's true, It's true&lt;br /&gt;That I'll love you like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didnt go anywhere,I was always here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to your heart*,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8355038909578921299?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8355038909578921299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8355038909578921299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8355038909578921299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8355038909578921299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gave-me-reason-told-me-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2563493010906168054</id><published>2009-07-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:09:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It because i can control myself, and i love you, that im doing this. I know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2563493010906168054?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2563493010906168054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2563493010906168054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2563493010906168054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2563493010906168054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-because-i-can-control-myself-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-148299219085846788</id><published>2009-07-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:53:25.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are going to be times when you're all alone and you start wondering what the hell have you been doing,and then there are going to be times where you sit around and thrase things out with people you love and trust.Then there are going to be times when you feel like you cant hold on any longer and you just want everything to stop. Just stop, even for a second, for you to consider and maybe make another better chioce at the road your taking.And then there will be times where you look around at how the situation is going and you think, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will also be times when you know you'll hold on because its what your heart really wants despite everything.And there will be times when you will regret if you dont go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im trying to say is, there are times when we really feel like letting go, but we cant, cos what we really wanted is here all along, and for you, maybe you just need someone there for you all along, and then you can find your break, with that person. We wouldnt go in circles,we'll walk together,i promise. There are stuff in life we dont like, but if we hold on, im sure, you'll see the brighter side of stuff. And that, will capture you in its attention forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, please.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-148299219085846788?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/148299219085846788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=148299219085846788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/148299219085846788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/148299219085846788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-going-to-be-times-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8725230461146303399</id><published>2009-07-05T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:04:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now,I've found,the greatest love of all,is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is a process,&lt;br /&gt;love remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;I dwell in my unworthyness,&lt;br /&gt;and want to try harder to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not hopeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8725230461146303399?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8725230461146303399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=8725230461146303399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8725230461146303399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/8725230461146303399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/nowive-foundthe-greatest-love-of-allis.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6850146181896005321</id><published>2009-07-03T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:18:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Zooey, I know its only been eight months, but I am so madly, insanely, ridiculously in live with you, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meeting his tour group and introducing himself to an elderly couple) "I'm Irv Giddian and I've come here to see as many ancient ruins as possible and judging from your husband, the trip is already a success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They have struck us from within and are threatening us all with destruction from their new God, science. They call it retribution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(responding to Jedediah's threat) "Well played Jedediah! I just can't take him seriously, he is just so adorable! Even when you're threatening me, it's hilarious. Is it just me or are these guys just unbelievably cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Claire: "If I told you I loved you, would it make any difference?") "If you told me or I believed you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(consoling Evan after a disasterous presentation) "Hey man, sometimes the best spear is the one you don't throw. Ain't nothing but a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apologizing to Cha-Ka) "I treated you like a toilet. A toilet. I want to make it up to you. Because the love I feel for you, and I'm not exaggerating, is a billion times greater than the love for mankind that Jesus felt on the cross. You can take that to the bank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6850146181896005321?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6850146181896005321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6850146181896005321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6850146181896005321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6850146181896005321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/zooey-i-know-its-only-been-eight-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2692610081674926897</id><published>2009-07-03T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:25:47.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turn back the clock. &lt;br /&gt;I decide where to stop.&lt;br /&gt;and replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2692610081674926897?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2692610081674926897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6111910053055317620?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6111910053055317620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6111910053055317620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6111910053055317620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6111910053055317620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/fighting-for-what-i-want-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-5879000458063027803</id><published>2009-06-28T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:00:39.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you smiling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-5879000458063027803?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5879000458063027803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=5879000458063027803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5879000458063027803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/5879000458063027803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-smiling.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7033003726087209633</id><published>2009-06-22T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:40:42.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20mins.&lt;br /&gt;My water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7033003726087209633?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7033003726087209633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7033003726087209633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7033003726087209633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/7033003726087209633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/20mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1454394124462753909</id><published>2009-06-17T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:06:02.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll live our memories,&lt;br /&gt;till you come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll live them together,&lt;br /&gt;and make manymany more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we wouldnt need memories at all,&lt;br /&gt;cos well be living by each others side.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna grow old with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1454394124462753909?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1454394124462753909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1454394124462753909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1454394124462753909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1454394124462753909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-live-our-memories-till-you-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4462264487751829657</id><published>2009-06-16T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:39:11.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept my heart in &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; safe and &lt;strong&gt;locked&lt;/strong&gt; it,&lt;br /&gt;So now, my hearts &lt;em&gt;with you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invincible :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4462264487751829657?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4462264487751829657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4462264487751829657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4462264487751829657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4462264487751829657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-kept-my-heart-in-your-safe-and-locked.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3820608948711015512</id><published>2009-06-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:14:16.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, Life IS better busy.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless? &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt;, not necessarily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3820608948711015512?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3820608948711015512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3820608948711015512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3820608948711015512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3820608948711015512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-life-is-better-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-172892575966920444</id><published>2009-06-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:10:25.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy, Mummy, let me go if you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing you upset cause its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think they can forgive you? Its your fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-172892575966920444?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/172892575966920444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=172892575966920444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/172892575966920444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/172892575966920444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-mummy-let-me-go-if-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1706519037568349767</id><published>2009-06-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T05:10:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still wanting you;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1706519037568349767?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1706519037568349767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1706519037568349767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1706519037568349767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1706519037568349767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-wanting-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2105161713629151011</id><published>2009-06-05T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:49:35.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you jump down,&lt;br /&gt;(And you don’t want me to jump)&lt;br /&gt;I wun jump with you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be at the bottom to catch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2105161713629151011?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2105161713629151011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2105161713629151011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2105161713629151011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2105161713629151011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-jump-down-and-you-dont-want-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-8901726131636204369</id><published>2009-06-05T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:41:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some People Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Some People Cry&lt;br /&gt;Some People Live&lt;br /&gt;Some People Die&lt;br /&gt;And Some People Run&lt;br /&gt;Right into the Fire&lt;br /&gt;And Some People Hide &lt;br /&gt;Their Every Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But We Are The Lovers&lt;br /&gt;If You Don’t Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;Then Just Look Into My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Heart Never Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some People Fight&lt;br /&gt;Some People Fall&lt;br /&gt;Others Pretend&lt;br /&gt;They Don’t Care At All&lt;br /&gt;If You Wanna Fight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll Stand Right Beside You &lt;br /&gt;The Day That You Fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll Be Right Behind You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pick Up The Pieces&lt;br /&gt;If You Don’t Believe Me &lt;br /&gt;Just Look Into My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Heart Never Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Year Over&lt;br /&gt;And Were Still Together&lt;br /&gt;It’s Not Always Easy&lt;br /&gt;But I’m here Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah We Are The Lovers&lt;br /&gt;I Know You Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;When You Look Into My Eyes &lt;br /&gt;Cause The Heart Never Lies&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Heart Never Lies&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Heart Never Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Embedded within.&lt;br /&gt;You cant hide somethings.&lt;br /&gt;Not a stumble, but a fall.&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-8901726131636204369?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33457465.post-3011516252256597948</id><published>2009-06-04T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:16:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my dad asked me if i was going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3011516252256597948?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3011516252256597948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3011516252256597948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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enough,&lt;br /&gt;screamed enough, touched your pain,&lt;br /&gt;felt your pain, then stop if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see i can feel your pain if you cant believe i am.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else stops meaning when you start hurting, everything faces you.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look away,&lt;br /&gt;My heart falls, And it doesnt get back up till you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its what your pain does to me;&lt;br /&gt;starts a fire inside,&lt;br /&gt;burns everything dry, &lt;br /&gt;leaving me empty,&lt;br /&gt;and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start believing, cos its a start, but its not the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning to start the fire-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see it when it burns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1664164929570202261?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33457465.post-493594692373400323</id><published>2009-06-01T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:59:22.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is hard for you isnt it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life? What Life? I dont have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to use you&lt;br /&gt;just to have somebody by my side.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take you&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to be the one to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that don't really matter to anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But like a fool I keep losing my place&lt;br /&gt;and I keep seeing you walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could never change you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't have to take the fall.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes a sound like thunder&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel like rain.&lt;br /&gt;And like a fool who will never see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking something's gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way home&lt;br /&gt;when it's late at night and you're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Are there things that you wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel me beside you in your bed,&lt;br /&gt;there beside you, where I used to lay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)(/edit)&lt;br /&gt;Dont let the hole burn at the edges anymore. If you really want a hole, take a penkinfe and cut it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it bleed, only then will it heal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But even if it does, whats held on&lt;br /&gt;will always stay-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-493594692373400323?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/493594692373400323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=493594692373400323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/493594692373400323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/493594692373400323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-hard-for-you-isnt-it-life-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3242993902250362724</id><published>2009-05-29T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:02:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been crazy. But I guess, when you get what you want, the whole world stops moving and then theres just you and yours. Everything just shows in the end. Whatever you have is whatever you have. Nothing else. I’ve been selfish, not unselfish, but plain selfish, you guys are wrong, im the bad person here. Its my fault, I am responsible. Everything is like snow falling, melting everything going downwards, disappearing and you get to sit down and ask, what went wrong , where. But they are taking away even that time to think now, aren’t they bitchy.  And right now, my parents have given up on me. I feel sad. But I feel, I don’t know. Angry, sad, pathetic. But I guess, no one really cares bout how you feel, I mean, wake up, this isn’t some counseling world. It’s the world, people throw you into terrible situations to see how strong you are, they fling you there to see if you can live. And then when its all over, whats left is whats left, nothing else. It really makes you stand up for what you stand for. Asks you to choose how much you want something, makes you show it, and then asks you, are you happy with it? Well, Im sorry. And lets not say sorry anymore, cos sorry doesn’t mean anything anymore friend. Its just an acknowledgment of your mistakes. Nothing else. It doesn’t change no nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much would you run for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking you now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much would you run back for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you’ll get it, but if you do, (yay you). Stand for what you are, that’s what someone told me. Its funny, how some teachers are just pathetic, while others make sense. Just that not everyone knows it. Well, this one made a difference on me. Made me sit up and listen. And I’ve haven’t sat down ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like asking me to run again,&lt;br /&gt;So I will, but this time, I’m not going to stop,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just pull you along if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll keep running,&lt;br /&gt;Till there’s nothing at all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在水里在火里&lt;br /&gt;我的爱不偏不倚&lt;br /&gt;就算时光倒回去&lt;br /&gt;我也追到石器世纪&lt;br /&gt;在风里在雨里&lt;br /&gt;你的雨伞吹翻过去&lt;br /&gt;我绝对毫不犹豫&lt;br /&gt;为你披上我的外衣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是你让我看透生命这东西&lt;br /&gt;四个字--坚持到底&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你&lt;br /&gt;我的生活回到一片狼藉&lt;br /&gt;是你让我翻破爱情的秘笈&lt;br /&gt;四个字--坚持到底&lt;br /&gt;不管有多苦&lt;br /&gt;我会全心全力爱你到底&lt;br /&gt;我会全心全力坚持到底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你看进我的眼里&lt;br /&gt;我的心颤抖不已&lt;br /&gt;请让温柔地说一句&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了时候让我抱紧&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3242993902250362724?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3242993902250362724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3242993902250362724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3242993902250362724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3242993902250362724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-7550433878474901283</id><published>2009-05-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:06:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i look at you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart still flutters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-7550433878474901283?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7550433878474901283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=7550433878474901283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1536537241569587109?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1536537241569587109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1536537241569587109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1536537241569587109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1536537241569587109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-love-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2660340469416961424</id><published>2009-05-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:17:10.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I learnt to inflict physical pain as a distraction to miss datelines.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to lie because of promises.&lt;br /&gt;And I learn to smile because of pain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long fight, and its not going to be over soon. I really wonder, I wonder whether I can make it to the other side eventually or not. Should I take a step forward if I know I might fall or stumble hard? Or do I just go on asking and settling consequences as they come. Then do I look towards future mishaps or troubles or do I just take it as it comes? People ask for answers when they already have them, its in the head again. Always the head. Some are trained, others not. Self train, train trained, same thing. Lifes looking up, if you see it from that POV, when you lose everything, what do you stand on? Then, how do you stop the pain again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lts Ily, wId.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I learn to shut myself up.&lt;br /&gt;And wait. Even if it means tearing apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tmr running alone, I really wonder how I am going to in the crowd, must rmb to breathe. Rn, (insert smiley face here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Back To Me-&lt;br /&gt;you say you gotta go and find yourself&lt;br /&gt;you say that you're becoming someone else&lt;br /&gt;don't recognize the face in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;looking back at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're leavin&lt;br /&gt;as you look away&lt;br /&gt;i know theres really nothin left to say&lt;br /&gt;just know i'm here&lt;br /&gt;whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;i'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;and when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your time i wont go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;picture you with the wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep your things right where you left them&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;i'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;and when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you find everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;i'll be right here waiting to see&lt;br /&gt;you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get close if your not there&lt;br /&gt;i can't get inside if theres no soul to bear&lt;br /&gt;i can't fix you i can't save you&lt;br /&gt;its something you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;i'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;and when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;come back to me&lt;br /&gt;so i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;i'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;and when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you find everything that you need&lt;br /&gt;i'll be right here waiting to see&lt;br /&gt;you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;when you find you come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2660340469416961424?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2660340469416961424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2660340469416961424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2660340469416961424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2660340469416961424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-learnt-to-inflict-physical-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-3763264391080413357</id><published>2009-05-22T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:25:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im watching a stupid show now, thinking its stupid and feeling pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;-I typed out a whole paragraph and I deleted it-&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been life, like someone smacked me on the face. My mum knows i swear at her n front of her, I cannot stand her really, shes just an immature kid. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Not that oh I know shes doing it for my own good SHIT anymore, im tired, really. Don’t tell me all this SHIT anymore, love me, SAVE ME. Don’t punish me, don’t give me your shit attitude. All this time I’ve shut up cos I respected you, but I guess you freaking don’t realize that don’t you? Im sick of being the listen to my parent kid already,SICK OF IT. Everyday, I just go up to my room, thank God for giving me fortunate stuff, like my own room, and then ignore everyone else in the house. Till my father threatens and the scolding thing he does, then I drag myself to pretend to slp and then wake up when their gone and then continue with what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;lots of deleting, I hate complaining and talking about them, but hey the paragraph ended like that-&lt;br /&gt;Not going to try to teach them what im thinking about anymore, you want me as your daughter, FREAKING SHUT UP MOTHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole feet is bandaged up again, the blisters came back. Hee. My toes have too so yea, not to talk about my sad shoulder,fixfixfix! But yeah, its been crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta hold on-&lt;br /&gt;Hold on , together (us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what yirong said,/quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give me your best, or I don’t want it-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100/100 + bonus points man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want your money,i want a honey :)&lt;br /&gt;(I think its cute)&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS TRUE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-3763264391080413357?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3763264391080413357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=3763264391080413357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3763264391080413357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/3763264391080413357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-watching-stupid-show-now-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-4970630385942573933</id><published>2009-05-21T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:57:24.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one told me&lt;br /&gt;The right way&lt;br /&gt;The right way to go about this&lt;br /&gt;So I'll figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause how much&lt;br /&gt;Is too much&lt;br /&gt;To give you&lt;br /&gt;Well I may never know&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my all (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;How bad I need you (need you)&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow arrived&lt;br /&gt;To that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;And I want&lt;br /&gt;All you have to offer (to offer)&lt;br /&gt;So I offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my all (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left to&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;Give my all (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Is ask for things&lt;br /&gt;Until I ask too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way (that's not the way)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live (I wanna live)&lt;br /&gt;I need to change (I need to change)&lt;br /&gt;But something's got to give&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something's got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;Give my all (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give (and I'll have no regrets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Give give give (until there's nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;Give my all (until it all runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Give give&lt;br /&gt;Give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-4970630385942573933?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4970630385942573933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=4970630385942573933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4970630385942573933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/4970630385942573933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-told-me-right-way-right-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-6867688896473824181</id><published>2009-05-18T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:31:45.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your giving me a penknife and asking me, which one do you want to cut, the left one or the right one?I've been in dilema, thinking and thinking about it for so long.And well, theres been this distinct answer and I know the answer all along, I know what I have to do. Then wtf am I doing ? Something is holding me back. Just cut off both wrists already, humans are like that. All of them know how to get over someone easily. They can. No one will remember me after that. And that is the best solution now. There isn’t a answer to the question anymore, its a solution. Kill me, don’t trust me, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Just take my life, I’ll throw it at you. You don’t have to return it back anymore. I don’t want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurting. But I don’t want you to hurt, I’m selfish, I just want you alright.&lt;br /&gt;My fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we learnt that there is something on top, better than the greater good. Stage 6.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-6867688896473824181?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6867688896473824181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=6867688896473824181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6867688896473824181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/6867688896473824181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-giving-me-penknife-and-asking-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-2103431408411103942</id><published>2009-05-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:03:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dont trust me anymore-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have my reasons, just go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back, when i've found myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-2103431408411103942?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2103431408411103942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=2103431408411103942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2103431408411103942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/2103431408411103942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-trust-me-anymore-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-808159592994582165</id><published>2009-05-11T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:26:35.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When life trips you,&lt;br /&gt;You put your foot out to trip it back-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand of candles can be lit from a single candle,&lt;br /&gt;And the life of the candle will not be shortened.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness never decreases form being shared-&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, grab onto something and hold on when times get tough, we'll make it through together.Stride by stride, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, (HI XINGZHI!you found me :o xD) haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep running, we'll keep the flame burning-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-808159592994582165?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/808159592994582165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=808159592994582165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/808159592994582165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/808159592994582165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-trips-you-you-put-your-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1026418988119273145</id><published>2009-05-02T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:19:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It amazing how life goes on when you think it doesnt even pass-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out you got to hold on to something if you dont want to drift away into nowhere and come back plain blank wondering what is life.You shouldnt start if you know its going to end, but now that i know its not going to end, im going to hold onto it, forever. Nevermind if you dont get it.SS paper, tmr, chem tmr.haha,get married to terence chong guy,last time was lky,heh.yea.tsk. I need to hold on to something before i smash my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been like that: icecream,orange,cake,explosion,pain,smileyfaces,grouplove,&lt;br /&gt;team,hittingmeeveryfifteensecstomakemenotfallaslpinclass,people,&lt;br /&gt;busrides,phonecalls,sms,handphoneconfiscated,runningaway,parentsshouting,&lt;br /&gt;comparingagain,math,badresults,tears,die,rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life has also been like that:&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;br /&gt;A weak,doubting,crying smile.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, still a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really confuses me what i say sometimes, but i guess, i need to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to leave anyone behind, we'll make it through, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if together takes forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1026418988119273145?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1026418988119273145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1026418988119273145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1026418988119273145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1026418988119273145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-amazing-how-life-goes-on-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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-33457465.post-1888059163568331370</id><published>2009-04-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:37:13.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt;, stop dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak for yourself, ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the fire burning, for us-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33457465-1888059163568331370?l=brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1888059163568331370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33457465&amp;postID=1888059163568331370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1888059163568331370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33457465/posts/default/1888059163568331370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenhearted-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-stop-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Laetitia</name><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>
