<?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-34915186</id><updated>2011-06-17T11:01:45.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robots cant love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rough around the edges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033636276249469520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v705/theDRUNKINduck/100_2769.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34915186.post-115932214692623733</id><published>2006-09-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:55:46.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spoke early. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt; cried... a lot. the day at school was doomed from the get-go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dont seem fased by this the slightest bit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt; am. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cant make up your mind.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope you feel this pain too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FOCUS ON A CLEAR MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34915186-115932214692623733?l=findaheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115932214692623733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34915186&amp;postID=115932214692623733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115932214692623733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115932214692623733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>rough around the edges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033636276249469520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v705/theDRUNKINduck/100_2769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34915186.post-115922847824241891</id><published>2006-09-25T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:54:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU HAVE MY HEART, but baby hurry before we're lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your not any better than anyone and i dont understand why now you think you are... how is it possible that someone can go through such a drastic change in a matter of weeks go from so exiting and fun and loving to this boring asshole who only cares about himself and prettymuch nothihng else ... he used to be such a sweetheart a creative and unique boy and i loved everything about him... but now... well now hes not who i fell in love with... he usedto try so hard to give and be humble...  not anymore i dont know or care about whats going through his head... i really really really wish i could just slap him and he'll snap out of it... will he snap out of it... hes so full of himself and it discusts me... is it a faze? im hoping. i know we belong together... but if this is the way things are now then i cant see myself with him. i think ive been just waiting for things to change but im starting to think i should just let go and when i do  it kills me but i think in about a month maybe less he'll be some guy i dated. we're talking less and less cuz every time we try to hang out it doesnt happen and when i do hang out, him and his friend talk to me like they are better than everyone and he doesnt have the same spark and exitement about him he was fun... i miss him... the old him. he was everything. i need something. anything. maybe he'll figure it out maybe not... maybe he is just ment to be some guy i dated. God will have his way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34915186-115922847824241891?l=findaheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115922847824241891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34915186&amp;postID=115922847824241891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115922847824241891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115922847824241891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-have-my-heart-but-baby-hurry.html' title='YOU HAVE MY HEART, but baby hurry before we&apos;re lost.'/><author><name>rough around the edges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033636276249469520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v705/theDRUNKINduck/100_2769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34915186.post-115904196296293937</id><published>2006-09-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:19:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>im back on here. its been a while, but i really need something right now. i hoped this would help me say what i was thinking. i dont this anyone else will be reading this. this could just be for me. theres no one i need to impress or anyone who really should know what im thinking... telling other people how i feel isnt my thing. no one matters enough.... eventhough i wish i had someone to matter. fnlsjdf new subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this human world angers me. why do we have to comunicate though words words are nothing... i wish we could all just "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live off love&lt;/span&gt;" (think about it, you have your own meaning) i dont understand why people have to deny it... love is a beautiful thing... the whole world should expierence it and not bombard the world with stress/ drama and not worry about other stupid things. people just worry too much... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish this world would just change&lt;/span&gt; already. theres so much to say about this world but not today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day&lt;br /&gt;rode my bike in the rain with my ipod and the air felt so cold and crisp as i rode the rain would blow into my face and would fall down my face like i was crying and i couldnt help but smile. just about everything made me smile. today was the 1st day in a while that i told myself that i loved life. evey song just made me dance(yes i was dancing while on the bike) so i did. i really had no place to go and at 1st it made me quite sad to be alone but once i het my 1st puddle i was SO good. then.... my tire went flat. i wish i was at peace with the world liek that all the time... but i know i cant be. right now especially. i want to i really do but people want me to be strong and i want me to be strong. things will get better without a doubt this human world bring too much pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34915186-115904196296293937?l=findaheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115904196296293937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34915186&amp;postID=115904196296293937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115904196296293937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34915186/posts/default/115904196296293937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findaheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>rough around the edges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11033636276249469520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v705/theDRUNKINduck/100_2769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
