<?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-6269966891857948878</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:43:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Human Nature.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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/&gt;It's time this blog set sail,&lt;br /&gt;It has run its course,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of this blog&lt;br /&gt;We have had good and bad times,&lt;br /&gt;And this blog has helped me through those times,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this little bastard,&lt;br /&gt;Although,&lt;br /&gt;When a story ends,&lt;br /&gt;Another begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3588166658933442661?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3588166658933442661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-had-good-run-indeed-i-have-to-admit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Don't Get Scared</title><content type='html'>This goes out to all those kids who feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;Some time or other,&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of kids feel the same way,&lt;br /&gt;Some have no way of getting rid of the pain the feel,&lt;br /&gt;So it slowly eats them.&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to vent,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone, blog, watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;Go to your happy place,&lt;br /&gt;And please, please, open up&lt;br /&gt;People die from depression everyday,&lt;br /&gt;One day someone you know might commit suicide,&lt;br /&gt;Be a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Show support, show someone you care&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cause that plays a major part in helping.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you feel so depressed,&lt;br /&gt;You feel like nothing helps you,&lt;br /&gt;Be alone for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut, don't do drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music, paint,&lt;br /&gt;Express your creative-ness&lt;br /&gt;It's not stupid and no one will judge,&lt;br /&gt;Those who judge anyway are stupid and unlike you,&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I do something to get my mind off things,&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the best way but it works,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me,&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to vent,&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding your pain will just allow it to build up,&lt;br /&gt;And one day you're going to snap&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like this isn't the end of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Emotional pain can be cured,&lt;br /&gt;Just know that you aren't the only one out there,&lt;br /&gt;It might help with your fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3336789281340769228?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3336789281340769228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Miserable,&lt;br /&gt;He Is Dying On The Inside.&lt;br /&gt;Then He Sees This Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;This Radiant White Light,&lt;br /&gt;She Comes When She Wants But She Is Never Around,&lt;br /&gt;When She Is,&lt;br /&gt;She Is Most Of The Time Followed By Shadows.&lt;br /&gt;She Gives The Boy Hope For A Few Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then He Begins To Realise That,&lt;br /&gt;He Can't Have Her For Himself.&lt;br /&gt;Off &amp;nbsp;He Goes,&lt;br /&gt;Towards The Darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8556864384570965118?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8556864384570965118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8420496895535254640</id><published>2011-04-10T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:44:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Vicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGrsMkA7Zqw/TaJOWQKVtmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SbS_nHhLxEQ/s1600/Capcom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGrsMkA7Zqw/TaJOWQKVtmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SbS_nHhLxEQ/s320/Capcom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594119831349999202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi is getting sober and that means that his music will just be different,&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit being pretty skeptical bout it being good or not,&lt;div&gt;But I realised that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid Cudi doesn't need Weed to make music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He feels music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the whole definition of music.&lt;br /&gt;His songs have so much meaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much depth and thought into his life,&lt;br /&gt;So much advice he gives to other and most importantly, himself.&lt;br /&gt;Sure weed might give him inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;But weed just brings out the awesome in him faster,&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi doesn't need weed to be awesome,&lt;br /&gt;He was born awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy he decided to get sober,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a new chapter for him,&lt;br /&gt;A revolution for his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly cant wait for his new stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mankind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Have They Reduced Themselves To?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Anyone Have A Heart Anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Does Mankind Fuck With One Another For No Apparent Reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Puzzles Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I Remember For A Fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Use To Be A Time When Everyone Just Loved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When No One Gave A Fuck About Anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Happened To This Epic Race?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Did We Change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Should Be Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Should Have Any Feelings Of Resent Towards Another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably The Worst Part Of It All Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Wants To Admit Their Feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Is Afraid Of Getting Their Ego Shattered That We've Lost All Our Love And Sympathy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Start On Shame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Feels Shame Anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially When They Fuck You Over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Go On As If Nothing Happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Tell You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only In Sweden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For What We've Become,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Ashame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Had So Much Potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8968679943868232730?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8968679943868232730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Laughter And Pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It's Just Overwhelming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All The People You've Met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places You've Been,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hope It Made You The Person You Are Today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure It's Not Always Pretty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But It's You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And You're Here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make The Most Of It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Life Is Short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Whenever You're Feeling Down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Tell Yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, This Isn't So Bad, There's More To Look Forward To"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Guess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm Trying To Say Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live And Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Pretty Much Nothing Better To Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell The People You Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Much They Mean To You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Never Know When They'll Leave Your Side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John 14:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace I Leave With You; My Peace I Give You. I Do Not Give You As The World Gives. Do Not Let Your Hearts Be Troubled And Do Not Be Afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4217092146795258986?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4217092146795258986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/ben-10-fruit-drinks-and-non-alcoholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4217092146795258986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Weird,&lt;div&gt;Honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can Be Having The Time Of Your Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And All Of A Sudden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something Trips,&lt;br /&gt;And Everything Changes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Gets Depressed And Piss Off,&lt;br /&gt;And Really Who's Fault Is It?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Even Know Who To Blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I See My Life As A Really Long Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where It's Not Just Me You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Like Everyone In My Life Aswell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And What They Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Even The Slightest Way Affect Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know What I'm Trying To Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know What We Should Do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Should All Just Stop Thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Imagine If There Was A Day,&lt;br /&gt;Where No One Used Their Head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Would Be So Much Happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Much Simplicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For A Moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Would Just Sit And Just Chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Just Forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Life Is Short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And We Shouldn't Wallow In Self Pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Should Just Live And Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You're Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop Being Sad And Be Awesome Instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Is Awesome In Their Own Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And We Shouldn't Be So Bummed Out That Some People Don't See It That Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Really Cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Chill The Fuck Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5394236054857276099?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5394236054857276099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-along-lines-of-ducks-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5394236054857276099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5394236054857276099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-along-lines-of-ducks-i-dont.html' title='Something Along The Lines Of Ducks, I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4959456282659624494</id><published>2010-12-13T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:57:24.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Made Of Steel</title><content type='html'>I Tell Myself Everyday I'm Awesome,&lt;div&gt;I Look At Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Am I So God Damn Handsome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep Down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Torn Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Days I Feel So Happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Glad To Be Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Most Days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Like Crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Like Lying In Bed Till The Sun Sets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think About My Mom And Dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How It Would Be Perfect If My Mom Was There For Me Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How She Would Listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Atleast Take Into Consideration What I Tell Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Could Hold Her Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Her Smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Her Smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Perfect It Would Be If My Dad Had Been There For Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How He Could Have Atleast Tried To Be A Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Was He When I Needed Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Pray More Than Ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Have Someone I Could Look Forward To,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone Who Would Look At Me And Just Understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone To Give Me A Hug With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone To Kiss Me Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4959456282659624494?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4959456282659624494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-made-of-steel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4959456282659624494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5712924769903939132?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5712924769903939132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/12/cakes-and-perfumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5712924769903939132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5712924769903939132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Ok To Do That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Ok To Ignore The People You Used To Hang Out With,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Ok To Be Mean To Them Even If It's Just For Kicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Know Nobody Is Perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And We All Make Mistakes Just Like Everybody Else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Say Stupid Things,&lt;br /&gt;We Do Stupid Things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Judge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Hate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give People Room To Grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean Its Alot Better To Tell The Truth Than To Ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Matter Colour,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Matter Intelligence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Matter Looks,&lt;br /&gt;We Are All Human,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And We Have Feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Have Feelings Which Can Be Hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Appreciate Any Of This More Than Anyone I Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends Are Supposed To Understand And Support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends Should Give Space For Us To Mature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Think For Ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends Shouldn't Make Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel Bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends Shouldn't Use Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be It Physically Or Emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Happened To Us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere Along The Lines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Lost Each Other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing Feels Worst Than Being Left Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hope Your Proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4924195904888599671?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-7318355232322337628</id><published>2010-11-30T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:03:38.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Seems Alive.</title><content type='html'>I'm Sad And Pissed Off,&lt;div&gt;And I Don't Know What It Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just So Damn Blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Feel Like Cutting My Eyeballs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So That I Won't Have To See The Evil And The Unjustice In This World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Even Know Why I'm Feeling Like This,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm In No Mood To Think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's So Much In My Head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can't Filter Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Just A Big Jumble Of Emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And My Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's The Worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Talking To Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know What He Wants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Is So Sore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Always In Constant Pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can't Sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Toss And Turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wake Up In Cold Sweat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking To Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Doesn't It Ever End,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Want To Go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Peacefully Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Want To Wake Up And Know That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Somewhere Everyone Feels The Same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7318355232322337628?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-9168895554407464296</id><published>2010-11-27T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:23:17.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up And Feel Awesome</title><content type='html'>I'm Really Confused And Pissed Off,&lt;div&gt;It's Either One Or The Other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confused Cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Don't Know What I'm Doing Anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Being Lead On Really Doesn't Help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fact That I Don't Know How To Express How I Feel Does Alot To Add To My Confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Get Shit Straight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am Not Gay Or Anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Facebook Has Been Constantly Raped,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Really Pissed Off Cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing Ever Goes My Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Really Listens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And My Brother Just Does Everything He Can To Ruin My Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean Let Me Be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Me Do What I Want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough Of That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Friend Got Me Thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is What I Doing Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is It Worth It?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Seems Like Nothing Is Going My Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Should Chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This World Is Too Big For Me And Me Trying To Be On Top Is Not A Good Idea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made Up My Mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Will Chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live Life With Complete Chill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-9168895554407464296?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9168895554407464296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-up-and-feel-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/9168895554407464296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/9168895554407464296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-up-and-feel-awesome.html' title='Wake Up And Feel Awesome'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-5916174267904245782</id><published>2010-11-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:31:09.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Fine *Not*</title><content type='html'>Yeah,&lt;div&gt;I Just Watched An Episode Of Vampire Diaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It's So Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bad Ass Nice Guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves Katherine, This Foxy Vampire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But She Doesn't Love Him Back, She Loves Stefan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So He Gets Depressed And Upset,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He Tries Stuff Out With Elena, Human Look Alike Of Katherine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And She Says She Loves Stefan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Heartbreaks In One Night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Man Can Only Take So Much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Admire Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Always Acts Cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Acts As If Nothing Phases Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing Hurts Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He Just Goes On Living Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People Hate Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Doesn't Give A Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On One Hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can Really Do Whatever You Want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On The Other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can't Hold On To Anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And That's Not Very Fun Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes You Just Need To Be Loved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Feel Loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Frustrating Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing There's Nothing To Look Forward To But Going Out The Next Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing There's No One At Home Waiting For You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The World Is Not A Nice Place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Only Nice If You Make It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5916174267904245782?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5916174267904245782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Regret</title><content type='html'>Some Times I Look At Myself,&lt;div&gt;Think Of Everything I Ever Did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I've Ever Dissapointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Feel Like Crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Just Can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Sad And Torned Up Inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Throat Chokes Up And My Nose Feels Weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Eyes Water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Just It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do You Know How Bad That Feels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Worst Part Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Gets Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Can't Tell Anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause One Way Or Another They Just Drift Away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Could Be Family Or Even Just Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But They Drift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It's Always My Fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I Constantly Go Agaisnt What I Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time And Time Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Realise I Hurt People But My Conscience Is Just So Worn Out He Doesn't Even Care Until It's Too Late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try To Be A Good Son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Fail Miserably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Dissapoint My Mom Cause Nothing I Do Is Ever Good Enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try To Be A Good Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try My Best But I'm Just An Asshole Most Of The Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Even Have The Guts To Apologize For All This Bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try To Be A Good Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hear My Friends Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Get Too Close And When I Actually Start To Feel Stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I End Up Doing Something Stupid To Push Them Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hate My Life Cause I'm Sebastian Pettersson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Never Good Enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Go About Pretending I'm Happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting On My Perfect Smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just For Sakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But It Kills Me Inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I Long For This Pain To Atleast Slowly Fade But It Doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Go To Bed Everything Just Praying I Don't Wake Up And Have To Go Through This Nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Be Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-422056960512717977?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/422056960512717977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-relapse-and-ill-be-your-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-7379389615893276043</id><published>2010-11-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:44:10.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Burn Myself If I Had A Blowtorch</title><content type='html'>I'm So Pissed Right Now,&lt;div&gt;With My Brother And Just At Life Mainly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Want To Scream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Just Break Something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Just Scream Until My Stupid Lungs Give Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear To God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Could Does Be Fair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Like Burning Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Can't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause That Would Just Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Afraid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm Not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm A Bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Need To Drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Want To Get High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss Bondy And Sparky And Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just So Pissed,&lt;br /&gt;And I Snap So Easily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Need To Manage My Stupid Anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7379389615893276043?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7379389615893276043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-1719484389268649502</id><published>2010-11-08T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:09:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Toast For Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I'm Listening To Kings And Queens-Thirty Seconds To Mars&lt;div&gt;It's Nice How Its Just Playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Getting Really Frustrated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Really Not Fun When You Have To Consider Others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Getting Slightly Pissed Off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Really Not Fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Isn't Fair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Don't I Atleast You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get A Shot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear To God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1719484389268649502?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1719484389268649502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/french-toast-for-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1719484389268649502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1719484389268649502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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To Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Just Like Magic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Makes You Want To Smoke Weed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And His Lyrics Are Just,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Shaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Know Why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Is Going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He Is Just So Cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Haven't Known Him Long But He Is Just So Cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Going To Miss Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss Bondy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And My Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sparky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Want To Get High,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See What It Feels Like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy That Moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Nothing Else Matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Everything Is Just Perfect, Even If Its For A Second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Want To Get Into A Fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get Hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Would,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Back To My House,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lie My Head Down On My Pillow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With A Smile On My Face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking To Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're Awesome"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Slowly Fall Asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Fall Into A World Of Dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2363977566516819567?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2363977566516819567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Want Anything To Change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On The Other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wants So Badly For Things To Do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Gets Thrown A Little Off Balance With The Occasional Madness Here And There But He Stands Up Ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Doesn't Want To Get Involved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wants To Live Free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He Can't Help It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Would Feel So At Peace If It Could Be Considered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Plot Thickens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things Start To Happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People Start To Get Hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lies Are Being Blatantly Told,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Is In A Position Where He Should Be Someones Shoulder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someones Rock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Doesn't Know If Thats What He Did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Isn't Sure If He Followed His Heart Or His Head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Didn't Consider Anyone Else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Was Being Somewhat Selfish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Figured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Regrets It Though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guilt Starts To Pour In,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Keeps It In,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just As He Always Had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Night Ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-9048984418910047596?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9048984418910047596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/her-heart-is-breaking-in-front-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-2341273675137278311</id><published>2010-10-05T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:28:17.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Frees Us All Of Weight And Pain Of Life; That Word Is Love</title><content type='html'>I've been so sad lately,&lt;div&gt;I really have no clue what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always so sad and it's depressing not knowing what it is and having to deal with it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I don't have a reason to live anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing OK in school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what am I doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fooling around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm acting like a bastard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just not me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subconsiously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid to open whats left of my God forsaken to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by doing so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not letting any happyness in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could also be sad because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is not talking to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closest person I have to me won't spend a few minutes to let me know it's OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretend like I'm cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miss her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I could be sad because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two best friends of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two best friends I could talk to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who didn't really give a shit bout who I was rather, accept me for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends who would cancel plans just to hear bout my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I'm not sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just pretend to be sad because I don't want to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to be shown some love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some genuine love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hug which doesn't feel empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A conversation which brings my spirit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't feel like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Sebastian Pettersson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing brings me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept maybe nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm merely human,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bleed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2341273675137278311?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8843911311920048771</id><published>2010-09-25T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T04:46:32.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All A Game Of This And That</title><content type='html'>Why Does Every Moment Have To Be So Hard?&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Trying To Live, To Have Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And That's Wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I Think I Deserve It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've Been Through Shit And I Can't Have Fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Does Everyone Think They Control My Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Dictate What I Have To Do To Live And When I Don't Do As They Want They Just Cut Me Off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Fucking Hurts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing That No One Really Gives A Shit Anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I Look Like Trash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I That Un-Important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Much As Anyone Would Like To Think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have A Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have Feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Can't Do Anything About It Cause I Don't Know What To Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Is Helping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Supports Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm Just Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Said You Wouldn't Care If I Was With Another Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Said You Wouldn't Mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then When I Am With Another Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help Me Understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Is Meant For Two People And Two People Only,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two People Whom I Thought Cared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two People Who Was Supposed To Be There For Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8843911311920048771?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8843911311920048771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-all-game-of-this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Matter Of Three Weeks, I've Had Tons Of Older Girls Flirt With Me (I'm Just That Good Looking)</title><content type='html'>A Band Of Wise People Once Said,&lt;div&gt;"The Truth Hurts Worst Than Anything I Could Bring Myself To Do, To You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Could Look At This Line From So Many Different Points Of Views, Perspectives If You Will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Pretty Much It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Has Loads Of Meanings To It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some We Probably Would'nt Have Thought Of In A Million Years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Truth Hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm Trying To Get At Here Is That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Humans Judge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats What We Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even If We Try Not To We Still Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And In Some Ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Don't Like A Person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Probably Cause You've Acted Like Him/Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Not Always The Case But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Get My Point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Single One Of Us Has To Forgive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Thats The Only Way Any Of Us Is Gonna Move On,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Could Sulk, Get Depressed, Swear At The One Person You Hate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Does That Get You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Does That Do For You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And If You Do That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Sink As Low As The Person You Dislike,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Realised That And Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Could Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm In A State Of Hippy-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Pretty Much Just Chill About Everything Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can't Change The Past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Shape The Future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Probably Wrote This Better Then You Guys Ever Felt It And I'm Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4156534460101923869?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4156534460101923869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-matter-of-three-weeks-ive-had-tons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4156534460101923869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Where Do I Start?&lt;div&gt;"The Only Thing In Life Which Is Constant Is Change"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything Changes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Only Way Any Of Us Is Going To Live Is By Moving Forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure It Can Be Hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll Miss Your Parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres Really Nothing Much You Can Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Keep Living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Its For The Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better Schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Better Lifestyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can Say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Really Much Nicer Here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Right Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can Here Music Out In The Streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can See People Dancing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having Fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Though It's Freezing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At First&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Will Be Hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Seasons Change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Winter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Changes To Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Will Get Better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Probably Wont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause You Think You Cooler Than Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-240413665886533294?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/240413665886533294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-remember-way-i-held-you-hand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/240413665886533294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/240413665886533294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-remember-way-i-held-you-hand.html' title='Do You Remember The Way I Held You Hand?'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who're Not Going To Listen To Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's The Point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Hope You People Are Proud Of Yourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Nothing Else I Can Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Seriously Think That By Doing What You Did Things Won't Result In Total Melancholy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Don't Get It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Knew I Was Leaving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Me Leave In Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe What I Did Was Wrong In Your's And Everyone Elses Eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But To Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Like Nothing I Can Describe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Don't Regret It For A Second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say What You Can Say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Whoever You Want To Say It To,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Let Me Handle This On My Own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone Who Tries To Help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Lie To The Teachers And Say Whatever Would Make Them Believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show This Post To Them I Dare You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell Them What I'm Saying Is The Truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause For The Most Part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Alone In This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Friends Aren't Allowed To Back Me Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yeah Thats Pretty Much It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think It's Quite Unfair That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You're Malay And When Your Friends Meddle Its OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But When My Friends Stand Up For Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm All Grown Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Write A Book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Every Single Shit That Has Happened To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And There'll Be One Whole Chapter Bout This,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Hope You Get Yourself A Copy To Realize What You Put Everyone Through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even If It Was My Fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-661458356866640495?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/661458356866640495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/allah-is-arabic-word-for-god-i-think-if.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/661458356866640495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/661458356866640495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/allah-is-arabic-word-for-god-i-think-if.html' title='Allah Is The Arabic Word For God, I Think If That Isn&apos;t Allowed To Be Said By Non-Muslims, We Might As Ban The Word God Being Said In Other Languages'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4653149739039347948</id><published>2010-08-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:18:34.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like Down Syndrome Kids Making New Friends</title><content type='html'>Should We Be Blamed For The Decisions We Make And The Mistakes That Follow?&lt;div&gt;I Honestly Think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Should Learn By Ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping Would Mean You Just Want To Spoil Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Made Decisions With Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Technically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Didn't Do Anything Wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Only A Crime If I Get Caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And As Long As I Didn't Get Caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Life Was Perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone In School Is Against Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Love Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Don't Go And Support The Enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Stay By The One You Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Get In Trouble Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Sad, Angry And Dissapointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Don't Know What To Say Anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know What To Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And If Everyone Thought That I Was Bad When I Was With You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Prove Them Wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have Been Shisha-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Other Stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Good Stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't Wait For Tommorow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Going To Be So Epic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Bout It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4653149739039347948?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-3760267295974065665</id><published>2010-07-31T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:29:20.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Wounds Fixed With Bread And Cling Wrap, Tears In His Eyes, He Watched His Life Fall Apart</title><content type='html'>He Woke Up Today,&lt;div&gt;Feeling Dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wasn't Hungry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Skipped Breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy And His Mom Planned To See Their Dog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sparky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Long Hours In The Car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All The Boy Wanted To Do Was Be With The Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Much Was Said Between The Boy And His Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Got To Sparky's New House,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Was So Excited To See Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Was Going Crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Jumped On All Of Them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Had Looked Into Sparky's Eyes You Would Recognize His Happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Would Melt Your Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Sure Melted The Boy's Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For The Short Time They Were There,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything Seemed To Make Sense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Was Lost In Sparky's Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Thought Of How He Had To Tell His Mom What Had Happened Yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Knew She Would Be Dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Boy Said His Goodbyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Knowing When He Would Get The Chance To See Sparky Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Three Long Hours Were Spent In The Car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Started To Rain And It Got Really Cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now More Than Ever The Boy Wanted To Hold Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Got Home Took A Shower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summing Up Enough Courage To Tell His Mom What Happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In The Beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Was OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The She Started Shouting At Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling The Girl All Sorts Of Names,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling The Boy Stupid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She The Said The Boy Was A Huge Dissapointment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And She Thanked God I Was Going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She The Said That The Girl's Parents Could Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Ended Up Crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Locked Himself In His Room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Lied On His Bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started To Cry Silently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wanted To Slit His Wrist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Many Thoughts Filled His Head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3760267295974065665?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3760267295974065665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/bullet-wounds-fixed-with-bread-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/3760267295974065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/3760267295974065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/bullet-wounds-fixed-with-bread-and.html' title='Bullet Wounds Fixed With Bread And Cling Wrap, Tears In His Eyes, He Watched His Life Fall Apart'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-3636499097803306556</id><published>2010-07-31T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:52:05.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale Of Love And Betrayal</title><content type='html'>We All Know H0w The Story Begins,&lt;div&gt;The Boy Falls In Love With The Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Girl Breaks His Heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Has Lost His Will To Live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Gets Over It And Is Looking Forward To A New Year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then She Comes Back To Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All This Feelings Start Rushing Into Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Does What He Knows How,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things Start Picking Up Between The Boy And The Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon Both Of Them Are In Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And When People Are In Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Do What People In Love Would Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even If It Breaks The Rules,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All The Boy Thinks About Is Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Forgets School Completely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Doesn't Even Mind Not Doing Stuff People In Love Would Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Just Wants To Be With Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things Start To Change In The Boys Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Has To Go To Another Country,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Tries To Spend As Much Time As He Can With The Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're So In Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Perfect Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While The Two Weren't Noticing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Friends They Trusted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took Pictures Of Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Showed It To The Teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Might Think Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Myself Am Not To Sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Telling You The Story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Promises The Girl It'll Be OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Holds Her Hand And Promises Her It'll be OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Crying And Her Keeps Assuring Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About A Day Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Tells The Girl Something He Heard From One Of His Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We Might Get Suspended" He Says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Just Breaks Down Into Tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wants To Hold Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Pushes Him Away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Goes To Class But He Is So Frustrated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Goes To See Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Tries To Hold Her Hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Pushes Him Away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At This Point,&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Is At A Lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Doesn't Know What To Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Wants To Talk To Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He Knows She Would Probably Never Talk To Him Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Both Get Called To The Office Later That Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff Was Said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Eventhough The Boy Wanted To Be Blamed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Blamed Wasn't Fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Treated Him Like A Rapist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Terrorist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Accuse Him Of Things Without Proof,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Accuse Them Of Things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Girl Wouldn't Even Look At The Boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At The Brink Of Tears The Boy Starts Walking To His Car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Sees The Girl With Another Guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Only Is He Being Treated Like A Terrorist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Goes And Talks To Another Guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Fist Are Clenched,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Gets The Urge To Punch Him So Bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Looks Past Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Knows If He Did What He Wanted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'd Be In More Trouble Then He Already Is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Hours Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy Goes Out To See His Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Have Some Whisky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Boy Tells His Brother What Happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Brother Suggested They Go See The Friends They Trusted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Gave Excuses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ended Being Brave In Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Boy And His Brother Goes To See Their Little Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Found Their Little Brother's Sister Shisha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Tried It Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was The Boys First Time And He Was Ecstatic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smoking Shisha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Friends For The Last Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Good,&lt;br /&gt;He Gets Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Hangs Out With His Little Brother Abit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Brother Shows Up With A Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Hang Out For A While,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then His Brother Suggested The Go Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So They Hope On To Their Motorcycles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go To A Shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gets Some Ciggarettes And Start Smoking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At First The Boy Didn't Want It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then He Thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might As Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since He Is Going In A Week And The Girl Isn't Talking To Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Does His Stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Gets Home He Falls Asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3636499097803306556?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3636499097803306556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/tale-of-love-and-betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/3636499097803306556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/3636499097803306556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/tale-of-love-and-betrayal.html' title='A Tale Of Love And Betrayal'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-7708516142815578066</id><published>2010-07-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T06:40:26.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July, A Month Of Dashed Hopes</title><content type='html'>I'm Sad,&lt;div&gt;I Thought Going For The Sake Of Making My Mom Being Happy Would Keep Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When She Put It That Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Felt Like Bursting Into Tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Choose To Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Will Miss Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too Much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Miss Probably My Only Two Good Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Freer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roshan Sharma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Miss Sparky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Miss My Mom A Lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Just Be Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll Probably Be Awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll Just Be Sad For A While.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know How To Be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now That I Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll All Just Disappear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try To Be Positive About It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But The Truth Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, Sebastian Pettersson, Am Probably Going To Spend A Long Time In Sweden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Be Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For The Most Part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Be Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7708516142815578066?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7708516142815578066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-month-of-dashed-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7708516142815578066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7708516142815578066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-month-of-dashed-hopes.html' 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Up,&lt;br /&gt;You're Supposed To Be There When Someone Needs You,&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Just Walk Away,&lt;br /&gt;Then When Everything's Better You Come Back,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Blaming Anybody,&lt;br /&gt;People Get Scared,&lt;br /&gt;Heck,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Scared,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Go To Sweden,&lt;br /&gt;Not Now,&lt;br /&gt;Not Yet.&lt;br /&gt;All That Really Matters I Guess,&lt;br /&gt;Is If That Two People Truely Love Each Other,&lt;br /&gt;Things Will Work Itself Out,&lt;br /&gt;I Hope.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Hold Her Now,&lt;br /&gt;Tell Her Everything Is Going To Be Ok,&lt;br /&gt;Tell Her I Love Her No Matter What,&lt;br /&gt;Tell Her I'm Not Going To Leave Anytime Soon.&lt;br /&gt;At Times Like These,&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Take A Blade,&lt;br /&gt;And Slit My Wrists,&lt;br /&gt;Then It'll Be Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div 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There Was OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then We Were At The Stadium,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then They Performed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Thought Our School Was Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Screwed Up A Little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Pretty Mellow That Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bus Ride Home Was The Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then On The Second Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Had More Support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Screamed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Yelled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally The Announcer Would Forget Us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But We Were There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Electric Was Really Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Amazing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Was Also D'Starz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Were Perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And They Only Got 5th,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Fucking Rigged,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's All Bout Popularity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cyrens Sucked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And They Won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Would Say D'Starz Are Second To Electric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bus Ride Home Was The Best Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I Miss Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1559616968364362866?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1559616968364362866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-only-young-once-but-it-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1559616968364362866'/><link rel='self' 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School And I Was Waiting For Her,&lt;div&gt;I Decided To Walk Down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Saw Her Along The Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Smiled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Both Turned To Each Other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Looked At Me And Said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Know What To Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Walked Away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then All Of A Sudden We Where In The Same Class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Was Sitting With Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Hand Around Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was Just Watching Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helplessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Went Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And There She Was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Didn't Say Anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Lied On My Bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And She Lied With Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding Hands I Turned To Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Kissed And Made Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Woke Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Looked At The Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was 4.30,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Wasn't There Beside Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Just A Dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've Been So Sad Lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Don't Like How I'm Feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Like Crying When I'm Not With Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or When I Leave Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Even When I Have To Hang Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Understands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Much I Love Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Just Hate Not Being With Here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-9122485076132519331?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-6858848783568642879</id><published>2010-07-07T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:57:17.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin Girls</title><content type='html'>If You Really Listen,&lt;div&gt;Then You'll Understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic! At The Disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Their Songs Are Like Stories Waiting To Be Told To The World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I Who You Think About In Bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When The Lights Are Dim And Your Hands Are Shaking As Your Sliding Off Your Dress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Think Of What You Did And I Hope To God It Was Worth It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When The Lights Are Dim And Your Heart Is Racing As Your Fingers Touch His Skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've Got More Wit, A Better Kiss, Hotter Touch, A Better Fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than Any Boy You'll Ever Meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetie You Had Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl I Was It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look Past The Sweat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Better Love Deserving Of Exchanging Body Heat In The Passenger Seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Fucking Genius,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic! At The Disco Is Only Second The Fall Out Boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall Out Boy's Lyrics Are Really Metaphorical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Has Been Said So Many Times That I'm Not Sure If It Matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But It Must Be Said Again That All Us Boys Are Just Screaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into Microphones For Attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Were Just So Bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean What Does This Even Mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6858848783568642879?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6858848783568642879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Don't Even Have To Say It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Would Understand A 'Thank You' Hug,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But No,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I Got Today Was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 'I'm In A Rush Cause My Dad Is Here And I Have To Give My Best Guy Friend Whom You Hate A Ride Home Cause My Dad Likes Him' Hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Can't Get Any Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Like One Of Those Indian Movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where They Always Arrange Marriages For Their Daughters Because The Dads Like That Guy When There's Another Guy Whom The Dad Hates But Possibly The Daughters Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Really Sad Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have You Ever Had A Friend Who Is Nice To Everyone Else But Is The Biggest Asshole In The World To You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone Likes Him/Her And They Just Don't Get Why You Don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Fucks Sake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He/Her Is Just An Asshole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Just It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Gonna Try Not To Fall Asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Going To Lie In My Un-Comfortable Bed And Just Be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Going To Think About You Until I Finally Doze Off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5106498861557135462?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5106498861557135462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/genius-only-comes-along-in-storms-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Lyrics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly Cause They're Emo And I Have Run Out Of Ideas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Going To,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According To Oprah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Lie A Lot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Will End Up To Be A Psychopathic Killer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Um,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom Watches Oprah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Put Both Things Together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Apparently I Am A Psychopathic Killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I Lie Because I Know For A Fact That She Wouldn't Like The Truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No One Likes The Truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Most Of The Time I Lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Get Me Wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Truthful Once In A While Pays Off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Like I Said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most Of The Time Lying Is Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Not Saying It's Good, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Saying It's You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preferred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Made A Really Cool &lt;i&gt;Caricature &lt;/i&gt;Of Fall Out Boy I Think Last Month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm Probably Going To Upload It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Not Promising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caricature-&lt;/i&gt;To Imitate In An Exaggerated Manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3894336680215923320?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3894336680215923320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Thought Of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Felt Good To Feel Nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Just Walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Got Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not So Alien Emotions Started Flooding In,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Again I Was Drowning In My Thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With My Novel Read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Had Nothing To Distract Me From This Hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Brother Forced Me To Go CC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wasn't Up For It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck I Was Feeling So Lifeless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pee Was Limp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Got Home For The Second Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went To Get Some Water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Yelling Had Already Begun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great I Thought To Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Took A Shower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Warm One,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Need A Cold Shower Since The World Was Treating Me Like This.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Started Listening To The Killers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Realised Some Of Their Lyrics Are Emo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gives Me A Run For My Money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat In My Bed For About Two Seconds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seconds Which Felt Like Hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Thinking About What Would Happen If I Just Dropped Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Took The First Thing I Saw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Blade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Slit My Wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt Like It Though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1708381130681556775?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or To Tell Me That I Should Do Something Else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Know I'm Not Making Any Sense But That Just All I Have To Say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Whole Day I Have Been Trying To Be Not Emo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Come Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Have Been Reading You Would Understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Could Tell You I Feel Like Going For A Jog And Then Getting Knocked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or That I Want To Fall Asleep And Never Wake Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Maybe Jump Off A Building,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR I Could Tell You I Finished Reading My Novel And That It Was The Only Thing Worth Living For,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just A Little Fantasy To Take Me Away From This Paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Need To Cut Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Until I Bleed To Death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Want To Go To School Ever Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's The Point Of Going Somewhere Nobody Wants You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's The Point Of Going Somewhere Without Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I Had A Choice I Would Kill Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm Not Just Saying That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Honestly Want To Kill Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm So Depressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Even A Big Deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm Just Going To Write A Few Lines From One Of The Best Songs Ever Produced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Head Over Heels For Someone I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I Can't Really Deal With&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Want To Block Her Out My Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Really Can't Do It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Tell Myself It's The Last Time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma Let Her Do This To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever We Do Spend Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Realize That I Can't Get Enough Of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Another Verse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl, Just Look What You've Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Could You Do This To Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Gotta Put My Foot Down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can't Let You Do This To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can't Forget Those Good Ol'times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And All The Things You've Been Doing To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say What You Want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6030452027594122607?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Is Misunderstood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Still Depressed By The Way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommorow For Sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Going To Read A Novel I Just Bought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Derek Landy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Probably The Only Guy In BSD Who Reads His Books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Is Epic I Swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Reading Skulduggery Pleasant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think Thats How It's Spelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's A Really Cool Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did You Also Know That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Of Panic! 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Book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished It About And Hour And A Half Later And Realised Passing Time Isn't Going to Work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Took A Shower, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was About to Go Get Some Food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then She Starts Telling Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That She Realised I'm A Profesional Liar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Then Proceeded With Telling Me How Much I Hated Education When Theres An Exam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Will Study My Stupid Brains Out And That Shes Not Going To Support Me After SPM,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Also Wished Me Luck In Whatever Career I Wish To Pursue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Then I Went Out With Bondy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed At His House For A Bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched England Fail Against Algeria I Think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Started Walking To Get Some Food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Went To Kedai Kopi Matahari And I Got Really Happy Cause I Saw My 7up Revive Poster There,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Thought Maybe This Day Isn't So Bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was Too Happy To Eat So We Decide To Go To CC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Went On Facebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw My Girl Online,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Wanted To Talk To Her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Said Hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And She Was Pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I Never Bring My Phone With Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Never Bring My Phone Out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear To God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After A While,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Told Her About My Crappy Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Apparently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Tell Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Explained In Brief Detail And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Tell Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Got Home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Suddenly She Sends Me A Text All Nice And Shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'm 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Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Decided To Sleep In Cause I Haven't Been Sleeping Well Right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Woke Up At 1.30 Only To Get Nagged About Sleeping Early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So The Day Continues Not Getting Any Better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nagged And Scolding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats All I Get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then It Carries On The Whole Day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I Didn't Get To Hang Out With My Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Went Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I Got Back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Heated Some Food Out For Me And My Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The I Wanted To Use The Computer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Sat Down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mouse Fell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Fucking Fell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Didn't Touch The Stupid Mouse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom Starts Screaming At Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Works And I Didn't Touch It But Its My Fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling Pretty Good About What She Had Done She Went To Sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Minutes Later My Brother Comes Down And He Starts Scolding Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause The Batteries On The Table Started Falling And Its My Fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Start Scolding Him Back And Guess Who Came To The Rescue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wonderful Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Comes Out Yelling 'Shut Up Sebastian, Shut Up. You Spoil Everything I Can't Admit It's Your Fault, You Lier, You Bastard'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'm Like Its Not Even Spoilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Didn't Care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Story Of My Stupid Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7426921254115034850?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7426921254115034850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/see-that-right-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7426921254115034850'/><link rel='self' 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Title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guide To Being The Perfect Bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Of All,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always Treat Your Friend Like Shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Is What Most People Do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Keep This Up For A Certain Amount Of Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Person You're Trying To Be-Friend WILL Like You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always Feel Insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Is A Fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out Of Bestfriends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Is Always A Better One,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So You're Job Is To Try To Do Everything You Can To Be Better Than Him/Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Could Go For The Same Crush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or You Could Hang Out With Different People And Not Include Your 'Bestfriend'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Really Helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Isn't Really A Tip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Guy Knows When His Friend Likes A Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Just Knows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And His Friend Might Seem Nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Keep This In Mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noone Is Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Barack Obama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Angelina Jolie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There You Have It,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tips You Need To Be Known As Someones Best Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7251764696616884939?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7251764696616884939/comments/default' 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Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily Was Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Talked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Flirted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Probably Flirted Back, I Don't Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Fed Me Cake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Nice To Be Treated Like That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awkward At Times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Is All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2924301450647807968?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2924301450647807968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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At The Disco Is Increasing My Vocabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caricature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surreptitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG Words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Look SO Buff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Arms Are The Size Of Boulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not That Big,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And My Chest Is Getting Harder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Need To Work On My Soon To Be 8 Pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times, Good Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Want To Sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Want An Explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Need My Medication,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Else I'll Have To Get Cut Open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just So You Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Never Disclose Names In My Blog Unless It Is Completely Necessary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Don't Have To Assume Anything I Write Has Got Anything To Do About You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even If It Has,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Offended,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Didn't Seem To Mind When I Was Born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ocean Scares Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Unpredictable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Like Someones Finger On The Trigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Making Up Stupid Emo Statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1787784789336566454?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh And One More Thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't It Frustrate You When You Can't Make Your Girlfriend Laugh As Much As Her Best Guy Friend Can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Movie Was Really Screwed Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guy Is With The Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hold Hands And Stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Theres No,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks To Be Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks To Be Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1048828155489154836?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1048828155489154836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm Tearing Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Going To Cry Silently Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4098085890087145751?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4098085890087145751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/emo-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4098085890087145751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4098085890087145751'/><link rel='alternate' 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Not In The Mood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear If I Could Crush My Brothers Head I Would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Has Been Bribing Me For The Whole Week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Gave Him Atleast RM30,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Today He Wants Me To Take Him To The CC When The Exams Are Next Week While Having Me Pay For Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Just Too Much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm So Pissed Off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I Can't Even Talk Without Staying Calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Apologize If My Sentences Are Weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Fucked Up To Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Top It Of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss Her So Much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And She's Probably Skipping School Tommorow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I Know How She Feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams Are Near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Want To Study,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Stressed As Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Is Like A Hate Post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just Need To Break Something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Isn't Helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8201289728307170828?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8201289728307170828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-worst-parody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8201289728307170828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8201289728307170828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-worst-parody.html' title='I Am The Worst Parody'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-6045079443140458341</id><published>2010-05-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:28:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening To Fall Out Boy Is Good At Times Like This.</title><content type='html'>So I Didn't Really Feel Like Blogging Until About Just Now.&lt;div&gt;I Swear To God I'm About To Blow Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Wound On My Arm Cannot Get Any More Painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It All Started Off On Possibly The Hottest Day In The World,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was Waiting For A Text And When I Got It I Was The Happiest Man Alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Told Her I Wanted To Skip School,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Now Here Is Where It Gets Interesting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Starts Getting Pissed At Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School Is Possibly The Most Stressful Place I Know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Can't Skip It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try Apologizing And Trying To Be Nice And I Get Snapped At A Million Times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then She Says She Doesn't Want To Talk To Me Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Getting Really Annoyed At This Point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Call Her Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Acts As If I'm A Total Stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Is What Happens When People(In Particular Me) Fall In Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Fucks Sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I Feel Like The Worlds Biggest Jerk For Skipping School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Probably Won't Be Able To Sleep Tonight And This Will Lead Up To Me Failing My Mid-Terms And I Will Get Slaughtered By My Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Not Only Happening To Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few Of My Friends Having The Same Problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Difference Is They Make Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Know If She Would Ever Forgive Me For Skipping School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck My Piece Of Shit Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6045079443140458341?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6045079443140458341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening-to-fall-out-boy-is-good-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6045079443140458341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6045079443140458341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening-to-fall-out-boy-is-good-at.html' title='Listening To Fall Out Boy Is Good At Times Like This.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4200861982867089971</id><published>2010-05-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T06:28:27.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koreans Are Slowly Taking Over The World, Soon We Won't Be Able To Tell The Girls From Guys.</title><content type='html'>I Had Like Stuff To Blog About Earlier This Week,&lt;div&gt;Then I Kinda Forgot Everything Yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Thought I Would Just Like Skip Blogging This Week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also Because I'm Lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling Really Sick Today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I Want To Skip Tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Realised I Rarely Keep My Promises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Next Week I Guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4200861982867089971?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4200861982867089971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/koreans-are-slowly-taking-over-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4200861982867089971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4200861982867089971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/koreans-are-slowly-taking-over-world.html' title='Koreans Are Slowly Taking Over The World, Soon We Won&apos;t Be Able To Tell The Girls From Guys.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-1208210681540398315</id><published>2010-05-02T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:13:42.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most People Don't Respond To Anything I Do On Facebook *Sigh* I'm Just Saying.</title><content type='html'>Today And Tommorow.&lt;div&gt;I..I Mean Yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Was Average,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played Some Basketball,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was Like Some Kind Beast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running Here And There,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't Score Much But I Would Say I Was MVP Material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Some Games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went To Shell With Zaki,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Some 7Up Revive And A Newspaper And Started Walking Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 1/4 Of The Way There,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Started To Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If It Was A Normal Situation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Would Be Walking In The Rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since My Mom Wanted The News Paper I Had To Camp At A Playground For A Bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Swear To God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Colder Than Sweden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was Windy And Cold And Wet And Lightningy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was Freezing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried Warming Myself Up With Some Push Ups,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't Work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Ended Up Having A Decent Conversation With Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Was Not Bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went To The CC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met One Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half German Danial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had A Couple Of Games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not That Bad I Guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came Back Played With Sparky A Bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm Here Typing Out This Very Sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Will Watch Some TV Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh And I Keep Wondering Why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Do Girls Like Gay Guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Instance Tom Kaulitz And Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1208210681540398315?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1208210681540398315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-people-dont-respond-to-anything-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1208210681540398315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1208210681540398315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-people-dont-respond-to-anything-i.html' title='Most People Don&apos;t Respond To Anything I Do On Facebook *Sigh* I&apos;m Just Saying.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-3791219259037920965</id><published>2010-04-29T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:55:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Happen*Peter Chao Accent*</title><content type='html'>Fucking C00l.&lt;div&gt;That's All I Have To Say About Roshan's Bike,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Like 5 Minutes Ago And I Swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Coolest Honda Bike In The World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listened To Lady Antebellum's Need You Know A While Back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Still Think They're Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Topic Is Loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Many People Assume That I Like To Be Lonely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I Like To Do Stuff By Myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Here's The Thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Cannot Stress This Enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am White,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am Not A Robot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Listen To Music And Has To Pee Once In A While,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats As Normally Human As You Can Get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Am I Supposed To Be Alone Until I'm At School?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Once I Want To Play Basketball With My Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Hang Out Somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Only Two Friends I Have Are James/Bondy And Roshan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Get Me Wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're Cool Dudes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But You Cannot Have A Basketball Game With 3 People And Even If You Do They Run Out Of Steam Too Fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 Minutes Tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Guess I'm Gonna Get Off Here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lighting Strikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3791219259037920965?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3791219259037920965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-happenpeter-chao-accent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/3791219259037920965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Admit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Are Quite Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Their New Stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I Really Wanted To Say Was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History Always Repeats Itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres Not Really Much You Can Do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can Try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People Often Become Quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less Energetic And Withdrawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According To Baruch Spinoza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadness Is The Passage Of The Mind To A Lesser State Of Perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When People Get Sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And They Withdraw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Their Relationships Get Screwed Up And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats About It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Not Saying I'm Sad Or Anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupid's Chokehold Is And Amazing Song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Awesome When You Just Listen To It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Music Video Is Really Cool Too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I Just Listen To Music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chill Will Understanding The Meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Moral Of This Blog Is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never Get Your Hopes Up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Could,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Learn The Hard-way I Guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn That Green Gentleman Is Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-3503442726188398285?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3503442726188398285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Emo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm Not Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Do You Want Me To Do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Don't Understand Why It's Wrong To Be Human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Feeling Really Sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Its Wrong Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Can't Get One Republic's Song Out Of My Head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Really Know What Its Called Yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Quite Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7308503200032003194?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7308503200032003194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People Realises These Things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think I Should Give This Situation Some Room To Breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play It Cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Sooner Or Later History Will Repeat Itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Probably Not Making Any Sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Its All In My Head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4062556208747968072?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4062556208747968072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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The Most Bestest Profile Picture In The History Of The World.&lt;br /&gt;I Look Like A Super High Rockstar,&lt;br /&gt;And People Want Me To Smile?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling For Pictures Isn't Really My Thing.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Hypocrites On Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4112133491554724366?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4112133491554724366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cool Superhero Tommorow.</title><content type='html'>Basically,&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm Blogging Today  Is Cause I'm Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Today Was THE Most Boring,&lt;br /&gt;Shit Of A Saturday In THE World.&lt;br /&gt;I Swear,&lt;br /&gt;Got A Little Homework Done,&lt;br /&gt;Then Went To Roshan's,&lt;br /&gt;It Was Ok I Guess,&lt;br /&gt;But Really Boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kinda Looking Forward To Tommorow,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Play Some Basketball,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Really Looking Forward To Batman.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Super Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-190555332676887517?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/190555332676887517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And Had A Really Nice Time Laughing Bout It.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Was Like The Nuclear Bomb Of Awesomeness,&lt;br /&gt;We Hung Out A Lot,&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Day Actually Thanks To Koko.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Tried Its Luck Next,&lt;br /&gt;It Was Average.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Just Killed Everything Else.&lt;br /&gt;Today Was By Far The Most Boring,&lt;br /&gt;Had Physics AND Chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't Have Enough Time To Chill.&lt;br /&gt;I Even Got To Go Out But,&lt;br /&gt;Its Not The Same Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I Guess I'm Just Gonna Wait.&lt;br /&gt;And Live A Little-Gym Class Heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1361264616889248606?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1361264616889248606/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8976829296667654438</id><published>2010-04-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:59:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Taped My Phone So I Could Listen To My Music</title><content type='html'>I Had Loads Of Stuff To Blog About Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;My Mind Is A Complete Blur Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;I Guess The Week Has Been Good,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;I Forgot What I Wanted To Write.&lt;br /&gt;Today Has Been Not Bad,&lt;br /&gt;Went Out With Bondy,&lt;br /&gt;Played Some Basketball A While,&lt;br /&gt;And Apparently My Feet Are Small,&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;Oh And,&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Of People Think I'm Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Do I Really Look Like A Bimbo?&lt;br /&gt;To Be Fair,&lt;br /&gt;I Am A Little Stupid Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Just Thought I Should Update You Guys About Stuff,&lt;br /&gt;If I Remember I'll Be Sure To Blog.&lt;br /&gt;One More Thing,&lt;br /&gt;Not To Be Racicts Or Anything,&lt;br /&gt;Most Chinese People When They Smile,&lt;br /&gt;Practically Close Their Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Thought I Should Point That Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8976829296667654438?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8976829296667654438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-taped-my-phone-so-i-could-listen-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>When I Listen To Rihanna, I Think About All The Shit In This World.</title><content type='html'>Today Has Been Really Progresive.&lt;br /&gt;First,&lt;br /&gt;I Had To Wake Up To Get My Prizes And Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I Arrived At School In My Lame Uniform, Tired As Shit Hoping That It Would End Quick&lt;br /&gt;And Then,&lt;br /&gt;People Wanted To Take Pictures Of Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Into Cameras At All,&lt;br /&gt;I Wouldn't Mind Taking Pictures Of Myself,&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Cameras Just Freak Me Out.&lt;br /&gt;Although,&lt;br /&gt;I Have To Admit I Look Hot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;After I Took My Prizes I Got Home Still Tired&lt;br /&gt;And I Had To Go To Clement Dikoko's House,&lt;br /&gt;Clement Is My Black Friend.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Got To His House And Started Playing CODMW2&lt;br /&gt;And He Pwned Me,&lt;br /&gt;But We Played Co-op For Awhile So,&lt;br /&gt;Quite Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Really Wanted To Play Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Um,&lt;br /&gt;Thats About It I Guess,&lt;br /&gt;But Clement's Xbox360 Is Really Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-655486282429589915?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/655486282429589915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-listen-to-rihanna-i-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/655486282429589915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/655486282429589915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1080402032084173196?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1080402032084173196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-i-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1080402032084173196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1080402032084173196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-i-really.html' title='Must I Really?'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-1471057520167233710</id><published>2010-03-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:57:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Fall Out Boy Would Say:Tonight Is A Can't Get Much Worse</title><content type='html'>I might be emotional sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;But I swear,&lt;br /&gt;I never feel like crying during movies.&lt;br /&gt;Except today.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really a movie, more like a TV series.&lt;br /&gt;I will not name this series as you might think I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I was watching it and suddenly it became so sad,&lt;br /&gt;Everything around everyone just got screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;And I only feel about stuff if I can relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much made my cry,&lt;br /&gt;Almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are supposed to be about your life so,&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Was really screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;Got nagged at,&lt;br /&gt;TWICE,&lt;br /&gt;Then went out and got blammed for something I didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;To top it off,&lt;br /&gt;My friend left early,&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that my brother called me a 'Retard Fuck'&lt;br /&gt;Slammed the computer table and took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Started to punch the walls,&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles started hurting,&lt;br /&gt;I got out,&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs and watched some TV,&lt;br /&gt;Came down here,&lt;br /&gt;Checked Youtube and realised Peter Chao closed his account.&lt;br /&gt;And got really pissed of at life,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blogging while listening to Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah and I Can't Go Out Tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1471057520167233710?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1471057520167233710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fall-out-boy-would-saytonight-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1471057520167233710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1471057520167233710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Break-out Artist Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(So Far)&lt;br /&gt;Lady Antebellum.&lt;br /&gt;They Released Their Second Album,&lt;br /&gt;And It Sold 480 000+ In Their First Week.&lt;br /&gt;They Also Won A Grammy, Best Country Performace, Group.&lt;br /&gt;And Were Nominated For A Few Other Grammy's.&lt;br /&gt;To Me,&lt;br /&gt;They're Like Taylor Swift Plus Kelly Clarkson,&lt;br /&gt;Plus A Band.&lt;br /&gt;They're Country, But They're Quite OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Comeback Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(So Far)&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182.&lt;br /&gt;In 2005,&lt;br /&gt;They Decided To Go On A Hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;At The Grammy's Travis Barker, Drummer,&lt;br /&gt;Annouced The Reformation.&lt;br /&gt;Both Mark Hoppus And Travis Barker Are Really Talented,&lt;br /&gt;And Therefore They're Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Rock Band Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(So Far)&lt;br /&gt;Kings Of Leon.&lt;br /&gt;We All Know 'Use Somebody'&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Some Of Their Other Songs Are Really Cool Too,&lt;br /&gt;You Should Really Check Them Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Dance Songs Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(So Far)&lt;br /&gt;I Got A Feeling-Black Eyed Peas, Sexy Bitch-David Guetta ft. Akon&lt;br /&gt;I Have To Say,&lt;br /&gt;Both These Songs Were Pretty Good,&lt;br /&gt;And B.E.P Was A Huge Succes With Their Album And All,&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;French, David Guetta Never Dissapoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Producer Of The Years, Past And Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Timothy Zachery Mosley, Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;The Awesome Bastard Has Had The Opportunity Of Producing Hit Songs For Various Artists.&lt;br /&gt;He Has Also Collaborated With The Worlds Best,&lt;br /&gt;And Produced &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Timbaland Presents Shock Value&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Is Easily My Favourite Producer/Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Band Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And The Award Goes Too,&lt;br /&gt;*DrumRolls*&lt;br /&gt;FALL OUT BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Difference With Fall Out Boy And Other Artists Are The Fact That They Have Loads Of Fun Doing What They Do.&lt;br /&gt;And Sometimes You Don't Get Awards Or Prizes For Doing Stuff You Love.&lt;br /&gt;So To Fall Out Boy,&lt;br /&gt;I Honour You Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I Salute You Guys,&lt;br /&gt;And Most Importantly,&lt;br /&gt;I Support You Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All The Above Is Based On My Thoughts And Has Nothing To Do With The Grammies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please Don't Sue Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All The Above Are Based On 2009 Besides Timbaland And Fall Out Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Band Names Relate To Something,&lt;br /&gt;Paramore=Intimate Relationship&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail=Buddhist Belief In Nirvana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8151879225948077079?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8151879225948077079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/grammy-awards-does-not-recognize-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8151879225948077079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Guys Ever Realise That,&lt;br /&gt;In Train's Hey Soul Sister,&lt;br /&gt;The Guy Sings "I'm Always Gonna Wanna Blow Your Mind"&lt;br /&gt;First Of All,&lt;br /&gt;What Were They Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Do They Even Know What It Implies?&lt;br /&gt;And Second,&lt;br /&gt;Wtf Is Up With "Gonna Wanna"?&lt;br /&gt;I Mean,&lt;br /&gt;Besides Being Perverted They Can't Even Make Good Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Really Have A Problem With Train,&lt;br /&gt;It's Just They're Stupid&lt;br /&gt;And They're Un-Creative.&lt;br /&gt;They Repeat The Same Word Atleast A Thousand Times,&lt;br /&gt;And "Radio,Stereo"?&lt;br /&gt;They Mean The Same Fucking Thing.&lt;br /&gt;And It's Not Just Train,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Like The Radio,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Radio To Be Exact.&lt;br /&gt;Almost All The Songs They Play Are Comercialised,&lt;br /&gt;Plain Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Get Tired Of Listening To Owl City's Fireflies 602 Times A Day?&lt;br /&gt;My Ears Could Turn Inside Out And Pop Off My Head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Saying.&lt;br /&gt;(No Offence Train And Owl City)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2928929727360278730?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2928929727360278730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-job-in-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/2928929727360278730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/2928929727360278730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;It's These 3 Principles We Live By,&lt;br /&gt;In The Sense Of What We Say.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm Trying To Say Is,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;I Mean If You Think Too Much,&lt;br /&gt;Thats When Your Brain Will Blow Up.&lt;br /&gt;Moral Of This Story Is,&lt;br /&gt;Say What You Want And What You Need,&lt;br /&gt;It May Hurt Others But,&lt;br /&gt;Just Chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4464237971380426504?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4464237971380426504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-thirsty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Better.</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;I Now Know How Truly Hot I Am Thanks To Smilling Pictures Of Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7037955205583963375?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7037955205583963375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-swear-i-look-like-chase-crawford-only.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7037955205583963375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7037955205583963375'/><link rel='alternate' 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Day?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Still Do,&lt;br /&gt;Not A Day Has Passed When I Think About How Painful It All Felt.&lt;br /&gt;And Now I'm Just Supposed To Automatically Feel Better And Start Talking To You?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Saying I Hate You,&lt;br /&gt;Its Just A Lot To Process,&lt;br /&gt;Plus The Fact That I Never Really Got Over It.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I Would Really Like Making Things Right.&lt;br /&gt;Hey That Kinda Rhymes, Doesn't It?&lt;br /&gt;God I'm So Cool.&lt;br /&gt;-Sweeeeb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7362518732149680950?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7362518732149680950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8978767794146417244</id><published>2010-03-03T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:57:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Of Joy, Tears Of Fucking Joy.</title><content type='html'>So Far,&lt;br /&gt;My Week Has Been Abosolute Shit.&lt;br /&gt;No Wait,&lt;br /&gt;Make That My Life.&lt;br /&gt;As We All Know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm In The First Class,&lt;br /&gt;Get This,&lt;br /&gt;It's Insane.&lt;br /&gt;I Swear My Classmates Are A Million Times Smarter Than Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;To Top It Of,&lt;br /&gt;Addmath=3/100&lt;br /&gt;Physics=46/100&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry=58/100&lt;br /&gt;Not One A?&lt;br /&gt;At First It Was Cool,&lt;br /&gt;Then Its Just Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Almost Everyone Makes Fun Me,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm An Asshole?&lt;br /&gt;Whats Up With That?&lt;br /&gt;Just Saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8978767794146417244?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8978767794146417244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/tears-of-joy-tears-of-fucking-joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8978767794146417244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8978767794146417244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/tears-of-joy-tears-of-fucking-joy.html' 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To Do And What To Say.&lt;br /&gt;I Know Right.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Wish I Was Born A Surfer.&lt;br /&gt;I Would Have Made The Perfect Surfer Boy.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8277229517406971938?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8277229517406971938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-like-awesome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8277229517406971938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I Would Love To Tell You.&lt;br /&gt;Lately,&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Is All @#$%,&lt;br /&gt;You Know?&lt;br /&gt;Like Un-describeable.&lt;br /&gt;This Is All Thanks To Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I Go To School,&lt;br /&gt;And Everything Annoys Me,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Feel Right Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This Is Caused By Certain Issues Brought Up By Friends.&lt;br /&gt;These 'Certain Issues' Made Me Think "What If?"&lt;br /&gt;These 'Issues' Have Brought Up Feelings Of Uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;Even If It Could Be True,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;All These Things Are Stressing The Fuck Out Of Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Hope That This Time Things Will Be Different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5288928241364877578?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Relationships For Example,&lt;br /&gt;Right Now,&lt;br /&gt;I Keep Thinking Of One Person,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough That Person Has Been A Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I Look For Replacements But Nothing Replaces This Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This.&lt;br /&gt;Most People Don't Deserve Me And Yet,&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm Gonna End Like This So You Guys Look Forward To My Next Post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8181843735267342468?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8181843735267342468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Life.&lt;br /&gt;I Probably Have Said This Many Times Before.&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Retarded,&lt;br /&gt;Un-Explainable.&lt;br /&gt;My Teacher Always Tells Us 'The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change'&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;No Matter What Happens,&lt;br /&gt;All You Have To Do Is Keep Moving.&lt;br /&gt;A Broken Heart,&lt;br /&gt;A Broken Leg,&lt;br /&gt;Thats Just Life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Get Caught Up In The Middle Of The Past.&lt;br /&gt;Be Despised To be Loved.&lt;br /&gt;-Fall Out Boy-&lt;br /&gt;When You're Down,&lt;br /&gt;Talk To Someone,&lt;br /&gt;You Could Go Emo, I Would,&lt;br /&gt;But Then You Will Get Isolated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Telling Everyone That Hardship Isn't The End Of The World.&lt;br /&gt;Live Life With Complete Chill&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8607779753840662550?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;I'm Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I Know!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Sparky,&lt;br /&gt;My Puppy,&lt;br /&gt;Is Now Living With His Mom At Lucas's Friends House.&lt;br /&gt;Until Further Notice Of Course.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Him.&lt;br /&gt;A Day Without Him Is Like A Day Without Food.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Him So Much.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Out Of Ideas,&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well.&lt;br /&gt;Will Update Soon?&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5759632487275439585?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5759632487275439585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8221619633768240563</id><published>2010-01-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:27:35.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year, History Is Less Dull.</title><content type='html'>My Hair Is So Awesome,&lt;br /&gt;Its All Up And Cool.&lt;br /&gt;In The Middle Of Siviks,&lt;br /&gt;This Teacher Came In And Looked At My Awesome Hair And Asked Me To Cut It?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily,&lt;br /&gt;Pn.Zarina Came To The Rescue!&lt;br /&gt;My Hair Is Thick According To Her.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking Of Awesomeness,&lt;br /&gt;I Am Now In The 1st Class.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Quite Like It But...&lt;br /&gt;You Know.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is SO Smart And Hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;Most Of My Classmates Have Already Finished Next Weeks Homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Taking My Time.&lt;br /&gt;Physics,&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Its Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Add-Maths?&lt;br /&gt;My Teacher Reads From The Book.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So Far,&lt;br /&gt;I Would Say Modern Maths Is The Best.&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Even Need To Count That Much.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is So Boring Now,&lt;br /&gt;When We Mix Classes,&lt;br /&gt;All Everyone Does Is Work.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Like School.&lt;br /&gt;I'm So Odd In My Class,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is Like =)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Like =&lt;br /&gt;Then They're Like "Seb You Look Sad"&lt;br /&gt;And Then I'm Like "=]"&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm Waiting For Fall Out Boy's Album,&lt;br /&gt;So In The Mean Time,&lt;br /&gt;All I Listen To Is Dashboard Confessional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8221619633768240563?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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This May Think "WTF?!"&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;2009 Made Me Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It Made Me Understand The Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Worst Part Of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;And The Award Goes To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Pettersson.&lt;br /&gt;'Big Round Of Applause'&lt;br /&gt;His Goal In Life?&lt;br /&gt;To Make Everyones Life A Living Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Just When You're Nice To Him,&lt;br /&gt;He Screws You Over Like A Slut.&lt;br /&gt;No Offence.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Taste Like More Awesome F.O.B Songs,&lt;br /&gt;Not To Mention Hopefully Atleast 1 Hot Girl&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1276687954167923358?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-5288664161793036717</id><published>2009-12-30T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:24:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. 1 Fan.</title><content type='html'>Guys Are Quite Easy.&lt;br /&gt;For One,&lt;br /&gt;It's Easy To Please A Guy.&lt;br /&gt;There's Food And Sex.&lt;br /&gt;Two Very Easy Ways.&lt;br /&gt;(Well Not So Since It's Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;Most Girls Would Call Guys Dumb Because,&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Understand.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;Guys Are Very Simple.&lt;br /&gt;They Also Tend To Not Use Their Heads,&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Just Doing Anything On Their Mind Without Thinking About The Consequences.&lt;br /&gt;For Example:&lt;br /&gt;Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;Jackass Is Formed By Loads Of Guys Doing Stupid Stuff For Fun.&lt;br /&gt;(Cool Bastards)&lt;br /&gt;By Doing So,&lt;br /&gt;They Hurt Themeselves.&lt;br /&gt;Hence,&lt;br /&gt;My Point.&lt;br /&gt;One Thing I Hate About Being A Guy Is,&lt;br /&gt;The Fact That You Will Fall For Almost Any Girl Who Is Nice To You,&lt;br /&gt;Even For A While.&lt;br /&gt;This Can Be Bad Because Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Understand.&lt;br /&gt;Compared To What Many Of You Would Like To Believe,&lt;br /&gt;Guys Are Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;They Might Not Show It,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;They Are.&lt;br /&gt;Just To Act Macho In Front Of The Guys,&lt;br /&gt;They Hide It,&lt;br /&gt;They Act Like Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;Not Only That,&lt;br /&gt;Most Guys Are Shy.&lt;br /&gt;Very Shy.&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Even Talk To A Girl Without Freezing.&lt;br /&gt;Guys Will Only Try Their Best If They Like You,&lt;br /&gt;If They Don't Bother,&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Bother.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys In Comparison To Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How A Guy Chooses A Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Guy's Little Voice:Do You Like Her?&lt;br /&gt;Guy                        :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How A Girl Chooses A Guy:&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Little Voice:Is He Hot?&lt;br /&gt;                               Has He Got Nice Hair?&lt;br /&gt;                               Does He Smell Good?&lt;br /&gt;                               How Rich Is He?&lt;br /&gt;                               Is He Good Looking?&lt;br /&gt;                               (Etc)&lt;br /&gt;Girl                        :He Isn't Good Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Conclusion To The Above,&lt;br /&gt;Almost All Girls Are Good Enough For Guys.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Guys Have To Be Perfect For A Girls Attention.&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Girls Are Smarter.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Guys Make A Lot More Sense.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;I Have Had Mixed Comments.&lt;br /&gt;Some People Congratulated Me,&lt;br /&gt;Some Say I Didn't Deserve It.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;To Those Who Had Awesome:Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;To Those Who Not So Much:You Don't Judge Someone By How Good Their Grades Are,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Anyone Can Get Straight A's And Still Be Screwed Up,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   But Real People Accept What They Have And Get On&lt;br /&gt;                                                   With Life.&lt;br /&gt;Straight A Dudes,&lt;br /&gt;Better Keep An Eye Out For Us.&lt;br /&gt;(I Checked My Spelling For This One)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Stopping Here,&lt;br /&gt;Well For One,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Out Of Ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Two,&lt;br /&gt;Ben 10 Is On Tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas To All&lt;br /&gt;And To All A Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;-Tim 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Girls Find Guys Which Are Assholes More Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;    I Don't Blame Them.&lt;br /&gt;    Most Nice Guys Freeze When They Come Near.&lt;br /&gt;    As I Was Saying,&lt;br /&gt;    The Best Way To Get A Girl,&lt;br /&gt;     Is To Be An Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls Love Attention.&lt;br /&gt;     Without Attention They Will Die.(More Or Less)&lt;br /&gt;     So...&lt;br /&gt;     The Less Attention You Give A Girl,&lt;br /&gt;     The More She Wants You.&lt;br /&gt;     And If You Ignore A Girl Long Enough,&lt;br /&gt;     I Promise You She Will Come Running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Always Have Something To Say.&lt;br /&gt;    When The Girl You Like Had Enough Of&lt;br /&gt;    You Ignoring Her,&lt;br /&gt;    Start A Conversation.&lt;br /&gt;    Girls Get Bored Easily,&lt;br /&gt;    So It Is Wise To Have Loads To Say&lt;br /&gt;    Even If Its Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;    When She Starts Laughing At Everything You Say,&lt;br /&gt;    You Have Her Right Where You Need.&lt;br /&gt;    Add Compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Most Important Step.&lt;br /&gt;     Always Be Confident.&lt;br /&gt;     Never Be Desperate(Trust Me I Know)&lt;br /&gt;     Girls Can Tell When Your Desperate&lt;br /&gt;     And They WILL Use That To Their Advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now If You Want To Keep The Girl You Got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Try Not Spending Too Much Time With Her.&lt;br /&gt;     As I Said Before,&lt;br /&gt;     Girls Get Bored Easily&lt;br /&gt;     And They Love Attention.&lt;br /&gt;     Limit Your Meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Never Say The Words 'I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;     Unless You Really Mean It.&lt;br /&gt;     If You Do Not Understand It,&lt;br /&gt;     Don't Say It At All.&lt;br /&gt;     (Something I Had To Learn The Hard Way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Once You Have Her,&lt;br /&gt;     You Can Be Just A Little Bit Nicer.&lt;br /&gt;     But Still,&lt;br /&gt;     Being An Asshole Is The Perfect Way To Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Get Her Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;     Chocolates, Flowers, Cards And Plushies.&lt;br /&gt;     Girls Like When You Give A Shit.&lt;br /&gt;     Or At Least Pretend.&lt;br /&gt;     Don't Over Do The Gifts,&lt;br /&gt;     She Will Get Bored.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notice Theres 4 Steps In Each Of These Guide Things?&lt;br /&gt;  Thats Because I Have Made The Conclusion That You Don't Require To Much Steps When It&lt;br /&gt;  Comes To Girls.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm Not Saying They Are Easy,&lt;br /&gt;  They're Predictable(No Offence)&lt;br /&gt;  Not All Though.&lt;br /&gt;  Also Because It Takes 4 HeartBreaks To Totally Understand Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8614394518431277948?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4028629588037634272</id><published>2009-12-18T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:54:39.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Hate Me.</title><content type='html'>It's That Time Of Year Again.&lt;br /&gt;So Far,&lt;br /&gt;This Year Has Been Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Not Just For Me But For A Loy Of People I Know.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;For This Christmas I Have Found The Best Song In The World.&lt;br /&gt;Yule Shoot Your Eye Out&lt;br /&gt;-Fall out Boy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Are Your Good Years&lt;br /&gt;Don't Take My Advice&lt;br /&gt;You Never Wanted The Nice Boys Anyway&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Of Good Cheer&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've Been Checking My List&lt;br /&gt;The Gifts Your Receving From Me Will Be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Awkward Silence&lt;br /&gt;And Two Hopes You Cry Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Staying Up Waiting By The Phone&lt;br /&gt;And All I Want This Year&lt;br /&gt;Is For You To Dedicate Your Last Breath To Me&lt;br /&gt;Before You Bury Yourself Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're The Last Thing I Wanna See&lt;br /&gt;Underneath The Tree&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Could Care Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's Baby&lt;br /&gt;You Owe Me The Best Gift I Will Ever Ask For&lt;br /&gt;Don't Call Me Up&lt;br /&gt;When The Snow Comes Down Is The Only Thing I Want This Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Awkward Silence&lt;br /&gt;And Two Hopes You Cry Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Staying Up And Waiting By The Phone&lt;br /&gt;And All I Want This Year&lt;br /&gt;Is For You To Dedicate Your Last Breath To Me&lt;br /&gt;Before You Bury Yourself Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're The Last Thing I Wanna See&lt;br /&gt;Underneath The Tree&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Could Care Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're The Last Thing I Wanna See&lt;br /&gt;Underneath The Tree(Don't Come Home For Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Could Care Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Come Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're The Last Thing I Wanna See&lt;br /&gt;Underneath The Tree(Don't Come Home For Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Could Care Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Stump Lisping:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Record The Christmas Song&lt;br /&gt;They Must've Spent A Lotta Money On This&lt;br /&gt;But This One Time&lt;br /&gt;This One Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Got This&lt;br /&gt;[Beeps Deck The Halls]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Looking At Others And How Much Fun They Have.&lt;br /&gt;Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss My Uniform,&lt;br /&gt;My Uniform Is The Coolest.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Hugging My Bag.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Our Science Lab And How We Used To Play With Zaki's Phone,&lt;br /&gt;Our Science Teacher Was So Daft.&lt;br /&gt;Most Of All,&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Coming Home From School&lt;br /&gt;And Playing Basketball With Friends Right After.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2688445797135697068?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2688445797135697068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-is-sad-excuse.html#comment-form' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-767331381147075550</id><published>2009-12-11T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:48:11.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Questions?</title><content type='html'>Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Out Of Ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I Thought For One Day,&lt;br /&gt;Just One Day,&lt;br /&gt;People Would Respect Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Swear To God Not One Person Takes Me Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Try Falling Asleep Now,&lt;br /&gt;Drown Out The Voices In My Head With A Pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-767331381147075550?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-6662905814854599223</id><published>2009-12-06T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:45:14.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Alright Love.</title><content type='html'>I Spent My Time These Past Weeks Moping Around.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Sorry For Myself.&lt;br /&gt;And Giving People Second Chances.&lt;br /&gt;(This Does Not Have Anything To Do With Anyone Its Just In My Head)&lt;br /&gt;A Few Days Ago,&lt;br /&gt;A Woke Up To The Sound Of Rain.&lt;br /&gt;Wen't Out.&lt;br /&gt;Came Back.&lt;br /&gt;When I Was Just Outside My House,&lt;br /&gt;I Met My Friend.&lt;br /&gt;I Barely Said Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Way To Go Seb.&lt;br /&gt;Days Go By,&lt;br /&gt;Time Progresses And We All Get Older.&lt;br /&gt;As I Get Older,&lt;br /&gt;I Begin To Understand The True Meaning Of Life.&lt;br /&gt;Not That I'm That Old.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Can Fix A Broken Heart.&lt;br /&gt;I Guess,&lt;br /&gt;I'll Just Be,&lt;br /&gt;Until I Find Someone Who Gives A Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I Also Realised,&lt;br /&gt;Most People Enjoy Tormenting Others For The Sake Of 'Fun'&lt;br /&gt;It Maybe Fun For You,&lt;br /&gt;But Try Using That Lump In Your Skull;&lt;br /&gt;If You Wouldn't Like It,&lt;br /&gt;What Makes You Think Others Will?&lt;br /&gt;We're All Fucking Red On The Inside.&lt;br /&gt;Treat People By How They Act,&lt;br /&gt;Not Based On The Colour Of Their Skin.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Belong In This Country.&lt;br /&gt;Racist Country.&lt;br /&gt;Races With Races,&lt;br /&gt;Not Mixing.&lt;br /&gt;When They Do Mix,&lt;br /&gt;The Odd One Out Acts Like He/She Is A Certain Colour.&lt;br /&gt;People Are Fake.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6662905814854599223?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6662905814854599223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-alright-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6662905814854599223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6662905814854599223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-alright-love.html' title='Oh Alright Love.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-6372636601524898337</id><published>2009-11-30T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:35:43.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying.</title><content type='html'>Life Is Shit And Then You Die.&lt;br /&gt;Full Stop.&lt;br /&gt;A Wise Person Told Me That And I Don't Deny It.&lt;br /&gt;Its Been About A Week Since My Last Post.&lt;br /&gt;And I Got A Big Cut On My Foot.&lt;br /&gt;Hard To Believe That My Flip-Flops Could Do Such A Thing.&lt;br /&gt;My Brother Got A Puppy.&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Bad.&lt;br /&gt;But It Smells Really Bad Though.&lt;br /&gt;I Mainly Chilled And Home,&lt;br /&gt;With All The Retards Judging Me.&lt;br /&gt;Quite Fun.&lt;br /&gt;If You Knew Me,&lt;br /&gt;You Wouldn't Call Me Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;I Am An Awesome Guy.&lt;br /&gt;All Of You Guys Trying To Put Me Down For What?&lt;br /&gt;In Hopes Of Getting In The Good Books Of One Girl?&lt;br /&gt;Life Does Not Revolve Around One Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Heck,&lt;br /&gt;Life Doen Not Revolve Around Me.&lt;br /&gt;So Whats Your Problem?&lt;br /&gt;Just Because I'm Better Than You Doesn't Mean You Get To Fuck With My Mind.&lt;br /&gt;You Guys Are Blaming Me For No Reason.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't You Feel Fucked After The Supposed Girl Of Your Dreams Said She Was Uncomfortable Around You?&lt;br /&gt;After You've Tried So Hard?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Pretty Pissed With You Shits.&lt;br /&gt;Going Around Thinking You're Some Hot Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;You Probally Have Loads Of Pimples All Over The Thing You Stare At In The Mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I Bet You Spend You're Freetime Cumming All Over Your Keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;You Have Something To Say?&lt;br /&gt;Say It To My Face.&lt;br /&gt;If Not,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Say Anything At All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly&lt;br /&gt;-TheGuyYouThinkShouldDie-&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Day One I Talked About Getting Out,&lt;br /&gt;But Not Forgetting About,&lt;br /&gt;How My Worst Fears Are Letting Out,&lt;br /&gt;He Said;Why Put A New Address&lt;br /&gt;               On The Same Old Lonelyness,&lt;br /&gt;               When Breathing Just Passes The Time,&lt;br /&gt;               Until We All Just Get Old And Die,&lt;br /&gt;               Now Talking's Just A Waste Of Breath,&lt;br /&gt;               And Livings Just A Waste Of Death,&lt;br /&gt;               And Why Put A New Address,&lt;br /&gt;               On The Same Old Lonelyness,&lt;br /&gt;               And This Is You And Me,&lt;br /&gt;               And Me And You,&lt;br /&gt;               Until We've Got Nothing Left.&lt;br /&gt;-Fall out Boy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6372636601524898337?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6372636601524898337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6372636601524898337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/6372636601524898337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title='Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-132463921067812121</id><published>2009-11-26T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:46:56.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganja Fuck.</title><content type='html'>So As You May Know,&lt;br /&gt;There's Loads Of Shitholes Out There Who Hates Me.&lt;br /&gt;They Think They Can Fuck Me Up.&lt;br /&gt;0129701145&lt;br /&gt;My Number For You Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Be My Guest.&lt;br /&gt;Just For The Fucking Record,&lt;br /&gt;I Will Change The World With My Awesomeness,&lt;br /&gt;My Holy Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I Can Let What You Cunt Shit Fuck Turd Faces Say Get To Me,&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't.&lt;br /&gt;I Have Better Shit To Do.&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Jackson Is Dead.&lt;br /&gt;He Is Gay.&lt;br /&gt;As Much As I Respect Him I Don't Like Sucking Up To Dead People.&lt;br /&gt;So Why Don't You Piss Off?&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy Is The Most Awesomest Band In The Whole Wide World.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You Little Retard Fucks.&lt;br /&gt;One More Thing,&lt;br /&gt;Yana Is My Friend,&lt;br /&gt;And You Have A Problem With ME,&lt;br /&gt;So Let Her Say What She Wants To Say.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Whats Left Of Your Life Before I Fuck It Up.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-132463921067812121?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4973951484377946604</id><published>2009-11-24T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:04:26.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fucking Hate You.</title><content type='html'>Hate Means To Dislike Strongly Or To Detest.&lt;br /&gt;Someone Once Told Me,&lt;br /&gt;Hate Is A Strong Word,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Give A Shit About Him/Her.&lt;br /&gt;Without Hate There Can't Be Any Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Hating Is Just Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Loads Of Shit,&lt;br /&gt;I Hate My Gay Friend, M.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate vishnuputhanabamanananmananmn And Every Other Pussy In This World,&lt;br /&gt;I Hate The Fact That People Take Advantage Of Others And Says Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Cute Little Ticks People Have,&lt;br /&gt;I Hate People In General,&lt;br /&gt;I Detest Them,&lt;br /&gt;Despise Them.&lt;br /&gt;In This World,&lt;br /&gt;This Big, Black World,&lt;br /&gt;There's Only Two People I Trust,&lt;br /&gt;Bondy And Roshan.&lt;br /&gt;They Are Honest About Who They Are.&lt;br /&gt;Other People Hide In Shadows Of What Others Want Them To Be,&lt;br /&gt;That Really Pisses Me Off.&lt;br /&gt;Others Are Fuck Arrogant And Think They Can Do Anything They Want Without Contemplating How Normal People Feel.&lt;br /&gt;There's Also A Certain Population Who Has To Pick On A Certain Person Knowing That Person Is A Lot Better And By Doing So Helps Them Get Over Their Insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Mankind.&lt;br /&gt;I Help Them By Telling Them The Truth,&lt;br /&gt;They Get Pissed,&lt;br /&gt;They Ignore Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Know I'm Right.&lt;br /&gt;Heres All The Letters Of The Names Of People I Hate Most(some of which have been changed so as not to hurt the feelings of them)&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;vishnuputhamanbanamabmanbamannmabanm&lt;br /&gt;anonynmous&lt;br /&gt;captainbubtterrfigurezz&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Part Of The Post Goes To vishnuputhanamabanamaba.&lt;br /&gt;Hi DouscheBag!&lt;br /&gt;How Are You?&lt;br /&gt;Good?&lt;br /&gt;Whats Your Problem?&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Why Your Special?&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Know What I Did To Piss You Off So Much.&lt;br /&gt;You Want To Kill Me?&lt;br /&gt;Be My Guess.&lt;br /&gt;You Would Be Doing The World A Load Of Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Its Me Who Is Going To Change The World,&lt;br /&gt;Not You,&lt;br /&gt;Not The Stupid Parents Who Gave You A Shit Name,&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Change The World Whether You Like It Or Not.&lt;br /&gt;So Enjoy Fucking Your Goats You Talk So Much About,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Keep Thinking Your Better Then Me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe One Day While Your Asleep,&lt;br /&gt;You'll Dream That You Are.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4973951484377946604?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4973951484377946604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-fucking-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4973951484377946604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/4973951484377946604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-fucking-hate-you.html' title='I Fucking Hate You.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8418225858421394615</id><published>2009-11-20T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:31:29.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Acquisitions Of A Saint.</title><content type='html'>So I Switch On My Computer Right?&lt;br /&gt;I Go On To Blogger.com Right?&lt;br /&gt;Then I Sign In And Look At The Comments I Got.&lt;br /&gt;I Got Two,&lt;br /&gt;Which I Consider Quite Good.&lt;br /&gt;When I Check Them Out Its From;&lt;br /&gt;vishnupuithanambamnenamamnnamanamnan And&lt;br /&gt;captainbuterrfigures&lt;br /&gt;More Or Less.&lt;br /&gt;So This Two Retards Right?&lt;br /&gt;They Tell Me I'm A Retard And I'm Pussy,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Quite Sick Of That So,&lt;br /&gt;To visnupatamnamnabanmamnamnmammanan And capatainbuttterfiguerszz&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have Really Important News,&lt;br /&gt;This Is Probally The Most Important Thing That Has Ever Happened To The World,&lt;br /&gt;I Got Fall Out Boy's New Album, Believers Never Die,&lt;br /&gt;And My God Is It Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its So AWESOME!!!!!!! I Can't Describe How AWESOME!!!!!! It Is.&lt;br /&gt;Worth All The Money In My Savings.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8418225858421394615?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8418225858421394615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-acquisitions-of-saint.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8418225858421394615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8418225858421394615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-acquisitions-of-saint.html' title='Blind Acquisitions Of A Saint.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8243632716153791855</id><published>2009-11-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:28:02.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Pope,</title><content type='html'>I'm Quite Sick Of The World.&lt;br /&gt;Not Much,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Quite.&lt;br /&gt;For One,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Seems To Acknowledge The Fact I Exist.&lt;br /&gt;Its Frustrating Because I Do Great-ish Things.&lt;br /&gt;I Try My Best To Be The One That Everybody Likes,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I Do Seems To Be Ok Enough For This Retarded World.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;When People Do Realise Me,&lt;br /&gt;Its To Make Fun Of Me,&lt;br /&gt;Underestimate Me,&lt;br /&gt;Treats Me Like I'm A Little Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I Know I'm Not That Smart,&lt;br /&gt;I Know I'm Quite Retarded,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;You're Not Perfect Too,&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;You Know,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;People Read My Blog Once In A While,&lt;br /&gt;They're Like,&lt;br /&gt;What A Noob,&lt;br /&gt;What A Pathetic Little Fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;And They Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;It Makes Me Not Want To Live.&lt;br /&gt;If This Is Life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Better Off Dead.&lt;br /&gt;I Have Come To This Conclusion That Isolating Myself Is The Best Thing To Do,&lt;br /&gt;Not From Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Just People Who Hate Me.&lt;br /&gt;What Are Friends If All They Want Is To Be Better Than You?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck It.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Saying I'm A Pussy,&lt;br /&gt;And That I Can't Deal With A Little Critiscm,&lt;br /&gt;It's Bullshit Because Everything I Do Gets Critizced.&lt;br /&gt;What The Fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Even Spell?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Telling You This Is Total Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I Was Born On An Even Numbered Day,&lt;br /&gt;Even Numbered Month,&lt;br /&gt;And An Even Numbered Year,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Quite Odd.&lt;br /&gt;Not Much,&lt;br /&gt;But Quite.&lt;br /&gt;-Sebastian'NotGoodEnoughForTheWorld'Pettersson-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8243632716153791855?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8243632716153791855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-pope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8243632716153791855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8243632716153791855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-pope.html' title='Dear Pope,'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8387408029570153721</id><published>2009-11-15T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:09:31.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence Doesn't Exist.</title><content type='html'>This Post Goes Out Especially To My "Best" Friend Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;Dude,&lt;br /&gt;First Of All,&lt;br /&gt;Sherie Is Not Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;At All.&lt;br /&gt;Calling Her Innocent Is Like Calling You Smart.&lt;br /&gt;Never Will Work.&lt;br /&gt;Second,&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Problem?&lt;br /&gt;You Want To Say Something Say It To My Face.&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Go To Settle This?&lt;br /&gt;Name When And Where.&lt;br /&gt;Third,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Scared Of You.&lt;br /&gt;Do You Really Think You Can Mess With Me?&lt;br /&gt;I Dare You.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Dickweed?&lt;br /&gt;Stop Flossing Your Teeth With Pubes.&lt;br /&gt;And Do Me A Favor?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Yourself With A Thermos?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8387408029570153721?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8387408029570153721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/innocence-doesnt-exist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8387408029570153721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/8387408029570153721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/innocence-doesnt-exist.html' title='Innocence Doesn&apos;t Exist.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-5535759246886643314</id><published>2009-11-15T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:08:18.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Natural Emotion.</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;What Is Love?&lt;br /&gt;According To A Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Love Is A Warm Liking Or Affection.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What Is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I Stopped Believing In Love.&lt;br /&gt;To Me Love Does Not Exist.&lt;br /&gt;But To Others,&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Everything.&lt;br /&gt;I Have Been Through A Relationship Where I Try My Best,&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy Tries Their Best,&lt;br /&gt;Their Partners Seem To Think Otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Love Upsets People,&lt;br /&gt;Love Changes People,&lt;br /&gt;Love Cures People.&lt;br /&gt;Love Has No Definite Meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I Still Don't Believe In Love.&lt;br /&gt;Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Ask Your Boyfriends,&lt;br /&gt;If They Were Given The Chance To Sleep With You Just For The Sake Of It,&lt;br /&gt;They Will Say Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Most Guys Pretend To Care About You So You Trust Them And Then Get Into Bed With Them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats "Love"For You.&lt;br /&gt;I Used To Be Naive.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking That Love Is Real,&lt;br /&gt;I Used To Look At Her And Think Nothing Could Be More Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Now I Feel Disgusted And Sick.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Whats The Point Of Love If All It Does Is Hurt People?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Wise,&lt;br /&gt;I'm No Genius,&lt;br /&gt;All I'm Saying Is 'What Is Love?'&lt;br /&gt;Love Is An Emotion Invented By Humans To Make Money.&lt;br /&gt;If There Wasn't Love There Wouldn't Be Valentines Day,&lt;br /&gt;No Cards Or Plushies Saying 'I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;That's What I Think.&lt;br /&gt;Love Was Invented So People Don't Feel Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;But Thats The Whole Point Of Friends,&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Need To Love Friends,&lt;br /&gt;You Just Hang Out With Them.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;When The "Love" Is Gone From A Couple,&lt;br /&gt;One Of Them Will Always Feel Like Dying,&lt;br /&gt;The Other One Wants To Be Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Being Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Says The One Which Feels Like Dying,&lt;br /&gt;The Other One Says I Thought I Did Too But I Don't.&lt;br /&gt;See How Painful Love Is?&lt;br /&gt;See How Much Misery It Brings?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sure If Anyone Knew It Would Be Like That,&lt;br /&gt;Love Would Never Have Existed.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Believe In Love.&lt;br /&gt;You Prove To Me There's Love,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Do Anything.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Heard This Poem From A Movie,&lt;br /&gt;It's Really Cool But Offensive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses Are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets Are Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You Whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5535759246886643314?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5535759246886643314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-natural-emotion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5535759246886643314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/5535759246886643314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-natural-emotion.html' title='Un-Natural Emotion.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-5591865612844161943</id><published>2009-11-06T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:59:35.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synically Optimistic.</title><content type='html'>I'm Not Going To Be A Total Buzzkill And Talk About How Retarded The World Is.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Talk About The Fact That I, Sebastian Pettersson, Wasn't Made For Life.&lt;br /&gt;Now This Is True And I'm NOT Making Any Of This Up.&lt;br /&gt;When I Was Born,&lt;br /&gt;I Was Born Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I Was So Perfect,&lt;br /&gt;God Envied Me.&lt;br /&gt;So He Put A Curse On Me.&lt;br /&gt;Now Everything I Do Screws Up.&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Even Walk Around Without Hurting Myself.&lt;br /&gt;Few Minutes Ago,&lt;br /&gt;I Wanted To Lie Down,&lt;br /&gt;My Hand Missed The Floor,&lt;br /&gt;MISSED THE FLOOR,&lt;br /&gt;And I Fell.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Blame Him,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Feels Intimidated By Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Am That Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Always Puts Me Down And Bullies Me And Screws With Me Head,&lt;br /&gt;And I Can't Do Anything To Retaliate Because They Get Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;People Say I'm Fucked Up,&lt;br /&gt;I Say They're Fucked Up,&lt;br /&gt;They Just Can't Handle Me Telling Them Truth About Themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Part Of The World.&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S A Wise Person Once Told Me,&lt;br /&gt;       If You Have Nothing Good To Say,&lt;br /&gt;       Don't Say It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5591865612844161943?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-7249905768915713467</id><published>2009-11-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:42:54.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything In This World Is Related To You.</title><content type='html'>Today In The Book Of Seb;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous People.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Get Anonymous People.&lt;br /&gt;They Want You To Know They Exist,&lt;br /&gt;But They Don't Want You To Know Who They Are?&lt;br /&gt;I Think Anonymmous People Are Pussies.&lt;br /&gt;If You Want To Say Something To Someone,&lt;br /&gt;Do It Face To Face.&lt;br /&gt;What I Hate Most About Anonymous People Are,&lt;br /&gt;The Fact That They Think They Know You And Then Tell YOU How To Live YOUR Life.&lt;br /&gt;What's Up With That?&lt;br /&gt;See,&lt;br /&gt;Here's The Thing,&lt;br /&gt;I Am Sebastian Pettersson.&lt;br /&gt;I Do Whatever I Want.&lt;br /&gt;You Have No Right To Tell Me To Do Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;If You Get It In Your 'Anonymous' Head That My Life Revolves Around What Used To Be,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;Who Are You To Tell Me To Get A Life?!&lt;br /&gt;You're The One Reading My Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't You Shoot Me If I Can't Write Anything On MY Blog?!&lt;br /&gt;Retard.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;This Post Is Personal.&lt;br /&gt;So What?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Outside My House,&lt;br /&gt;Is Paved With Good Intentions.&lt;br /&gt;-Fall out Boy-&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TheGuyWhoDoes'ntHaveTheRightToDoAnything-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-7249905768915713467?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7249905768915713467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-everything-in-this-world-is-related.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7249905768915713467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/7249905768915713467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-everything-in-this-world-is-related.html' title='Not Everything In This World Is Related To You.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-8083347059284402256</id><published>2009-10-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:01:41.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Are From Mercury.</title><content type='html'>Topic Of Today Is Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Are Really Complicating And Confusing And Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;What I Mean Is;&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Speak Their Mind Much,&lt;br /&gt;And When They Do,&lt;br /&gt;Its Because They Hate You.&lt;br /&gt;They Also Tend To Have The Worst Taste When It Comes To Guys.&lt;br /&gt;I Mean,&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson?!&lt;br /&gt;Tyson Ritter?!&lt;br /&gt;What The Fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;I Just Puke At That Thought.&lt;br /&gt;Girls These Sort Of Guys Don't Even Look Good.&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;They Barely Shower.&lt;br /&gt;Most Of The Time The Are Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Can Be Assholes But 'They' Are Born Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;And When These Girls Are Actually With These Guys,&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Leave Them,&lt;br /&gt;They Just Don't Leave Them.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Blow Off All The Good Guys, Break Their Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Appreciate Anything They Have.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Also Think They Know Everything.&lt;br /&gt;They Pretend To Be The Worlds Biggest Encyclopedia.&lt;br /&gt;If They Don't Know Something It Drives Them Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;One Really Big Problem With Girls Is;&lt;br /&gt;They Tell You Not To Lie To Them And Make It Impposible For You To Tell The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;They Get Pissed When You Lie,&lt;br /&gt;They Get Pissed When You Tell The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Also Need To Win.&lt;br /&gt;All The Time.&lt;br /&gt;If They Can't Win,&lt;br /&gt;They Make Life Hell For You.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's What I Think Of Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Trying To Be Sexist Or Anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Speaking My Mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sue Me If I'm Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Not In On The Joke.&lt;br /&gt;-Cobra Starship-&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePartOfSebThatHatesGirlsButAlsoNeedsThemToSurvive-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-8083347059284402256?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-6349028525221274326</id><published>2009-10-27T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:13:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'Love' You.</title><content type='html'>This One Goes Out To All My Haters.&lt;br /&gt;If You Think I Suck,&lt;br /&gt;If You Think I'm Childish,&lt;br /&gt;If You Think I'm Dramatic,&lt;br /&gt;Stop Reading.&lt;br /&gt;Simple As That.&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Have To Get Pissed At The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;I Mean,&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;This Is My Blog.&lt;br /&gt;I Do Whatever Fuck I Want.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now This Part Goes Out To James.&lt;br /&gt;Dude,&lt;br /&gt;When You Think You Had A Bad Day,&lt;br /&gt;It Could Be Worst.&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else, Could Have It Worst.&lt;br /&gt;All You Have To Do Is Sit Back And Relax,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Tommorow Will Be Alot Better.&lt;br /&gt;-Scrubs-&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Final Part Goes Out To Low-Lives.&lt;br /&gt;Only Retards Pretend To Know The Meaning Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Only Retards Go Around Acting Like They Know Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Only Retards Message Other People Hoping They Would Feel Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stand Retards.&lt;br /&gt;Except Me I Am The Retard.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Wanted To Post Gay Lyrics At Least Put The Artists' Name Below It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-6349028525221274326?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-175646265778229917</id><published>2009-10-24T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:22:54.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlowJob.</title><content type='html'>I Started Looking At Life From A New Perspective,&lt;br /&gt;It's Really Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Normal People Just Can't Handle The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;They Also Don't Like Change.&lt;br /&gt;Take Bands For Instance,&lt;br /&gt;People Like Certain Bands Because They Have Certain Sounds And Styles And Genres,&lt;br /&gt;When These Bands Start To Try Something New,&lt;br /&gt;People Get Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I Think I Know Now Why I'm A Retard In The Eyes Of Millions,&lt;br /&gt;It's Because Of The Way I Think And Do Things.&lt;br /&gt;I Usually Don't Give A Fuck,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;This Is Total Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;We Probaly Were Made To Be Like This,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I Just Think Its Screwed Up.&lt;br /&gt;If We Can't Live With Change Or Truth,&lt;br /&gt;It Would Be A Waste To Keep Living.&lt;br /&gt;I Know You Think That I'm Retarded Or Psycho,&lt;br /&gt;But Then Again,&lt;br /&gt;Aren't The Best Always A Little Different?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can We Fast Forward To Go Down On Me.&lt;br /&gt;-Panic! At The Disco-&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-175646265778229917?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/175646265778229917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/blowjob.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/175646265778229917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/175646265778229917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Get Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck That ^&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Afraid That I,&lt;br /&gt;Well I've Been Thinking,&lt;br /&gt;People Do Not Give A Rats Ass About Me,&lt;br /&gt;But I Actually Have To Give A Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Find That Fair At All.&lt;br /&gt;Some Say I've Changed,&lt;br /&gt;I Just Think That They Have A Problem With The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;I Mean,&lt;br /&gt;What Did You Expect From Me?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Want To Dance With Me?&lt;br /&gt;Well Too Bad.&lt;br /&gt;'You' Screwed Up My Life,&lt;br /&gt;What Makes 'You' So Special?&lt;br /&gt;No Friendly-ness For 'You'&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Be Retarded But I Am Me.&lt;br /&gt;Deal With It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Retard-&lt;div 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Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-1926629313500011424</id><published>2009-10-15T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:16:03.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALPHA DOG AND OMEGALOMANIAC.</title><content type='html'>FALL OUT BOY IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST AWESOMEST BAND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This Morning I Discovered Something That Would Change My Life Forever,&lt;br /&gt;It Was The New Single From Fall Out Boy's New Album, Believers Never Die, Greatest Hits.&lt;br /&gt;It Is ALPHA DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It Is Fucking Amazing How Awesome It Is.&lt;br /&gt;Alpha Dog Made My Day.&lt;br /&gt;I Am So Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Go To FallOutBoyRock.com To Check It Out.&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;Go On Youtube And Search For It.&lt;br /&gt;It Is Just Orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;Get Their New Album On November 16th I Know I Definitely Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMEGALOMANIAC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S A.K.A Fall Out Boy's Number 1 Fan In The World!!!!!!!!!F.o.B For Life!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1926629313500011424?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1926629313500011424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/alpha-dog-and-omegalomaniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-1427394904343539166</id><published>2009-10-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:54:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Empty Room.</title><content type='html'>If You Rub Salt In Your Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't It Hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If So,&lt;br /&gt;Why Doesn't Your Tears Burn?&lt;br /&gt;She Tells Me That She Loves Me,&lt;br /&gt;But She Goes And Hurt Me,&lt;br /&gt;Time And Time Again.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Fall Asleep Alone,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming Of His Lips On Yours.&lt;br /&gt;Seems Like Everytime You Come Back Into My Life,&lt;br /&gt;You Steal My Heart And Leave.&lt;br /&gt;I Like Punk Music,&lt;br /&gt;People Think I Call It 'Punk' To Be Cool,&lt;br /&gt;Truth Is I Could Not Be Bothered With What People Think.&lt;br /&gt;I Like Ben 10.&lt;br /&gt;I Like Cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I Like Being A Kid.&lt;br /&gt;I Dis-like Nerd Faces.(No Offence)&lt;br /&gt;I Dis-like Homosexualiaty.(No Offence)&lt;br /&gt;I Dis-like HeartBreakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Find Black People Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is Red On The Inside,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is Good And Evil,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is Cool And Nerdy,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Is Emo And Un-Emo,(I Guess)&lt;br /&gt;If You Can't Handle The Fact That Everyone Is Akward And Confident Or All Of The Above,&lt;br /&gt;You Might As Well Break My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Thats Right,&lt;br /&gt;You Already Did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You When I Needed You Most,&lt;br /&gt;Why Did You Leave Me Alone,&lt;br /&gt;You Gave Up Before You Gave It A Chance,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Understand.&lt;br /&gt;-Every Avenue-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-1427394904343539166?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1427394904343539166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-empty-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1427394904343539166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269966891857948878/posts/default/1427394904343539166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-empty-room.html' title='My Empty Room.'/><author><name>Where's The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-2650098681602062562</id><published>2009-10-03T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:18:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Selling Biography Of The Awesome.</title><content type='html'>People Call Me Strange,&lt;br /&gt;People Call Me Weird,&lt;br /&gt;People Call Me Retarded,&lt;br /&gt;People Call Me Psycho-pathic,&lt;br /&gt;And People Call Me Fucked Up.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Mind What People Say&lt;br /&gt;Because No Matter What,&lt;br /&gt;I Am The Most Awesomest.&lt;br /&gt;In The World.&lt;br /&gt;Officially.&lt;br /&gt;I Can Make Your Heart Slow Or Beat Really Fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not A Shoulder To Cry On,&lt;br /&gt;I Can Try But I'm Not Promising Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I Never Needed Your Symphaty.&lt;br /&gt;When I Love It's Hard To Stop.&lt;br /&gt;I Have Feelings Which Are Meant For 'You' To Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I Try To Be Nice,&lt;br /&gt;And People Take Advantage Of Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Mean...&lt;br /&gt;I Guess I'm Fine With That But Even Heroes Have The Right To Bleed.&lt;br /&gt;I Have Lots Of Patience,&lt;br /&gt;But When I'm Pissed I Stay Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Only With Certain People Though.&lt;br /&gt;I Hurt People With What I Say Because It's The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;I Stopped Cutting Myself...&lt;br /&gt;I Finaly Realised It's A Waste Of My Awesome Blood.&lt;br /&gt;One Last Thing?&lt;br /&gt;I Practically Lived For Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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The Fun In Displaying My Name?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418948637676050482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-4659327597253111657</id><published>2009-10-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:14:37.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Hearts Could Walk And Talk</title><content type='html'>Let Me Tell You A Story About A Boy And A Girl,&lt;br /&gt;There Once Was A Boy Who Saw This Girl,&lt;br /&gt;He Thought She Was The Prettiest Thing In The Whole Wide World.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;He Tried Getting Close To Her,&lt;br /&gt;She Broke His Heart A Few Times But,&lt;br /&gt;He Still Tried.&lt;br /&gt;After What Everyone Said About Her,&lt;br /&gt;He Still Tried.&lt;br /&gt;After A While,&lt;br /&gt;A Miracle Happened And They Were Happy,&lt;br /&gt;Well The Boy Was.&lt;br /&gt;He Didn't Realise That She Was Pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Until One Day,&lt;br /&gt;She Said Some Stuff That Broke His Heart Beyond Repair.&lt;br /&gt;She Had Left Him Hanging.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;She Tried Talking To Him,&lt;br /&gt;After The 'Incident'&lt;br /&gt;And All He Said Was 'There's Nothing Else To Be Said'(More Or Less)&lt;br /&gt;What's Wrong With That?&lt;br /&gt;I Mean,&lt;br /&gt;She Broke His Heart.&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Didn't Know What Else To Say.&lt;br /&gt;As He Watched Her That Day He Felt Bad Because He Knew He Hurt Her,&lt;br /&gt;He Didn't Mean To.&lt;br /&gt;It Made Him Look Like HE Was The Bad Guy&lt;br /&gt;When All He Did Was Keeping All The Little Bits Of His Heart Safe.&lt;br /&gt;He Is Relatively, A Nice Guy.&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;They Made Up.&lt;br /&gt;She Was Sobbing And They Hugged.&lt;br /&gt;That Made Him Think...&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Realised He Still Loves Her.&lt;br /&gt;I Mean Come On.&lt;br /&gt;After All The Bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;He Still Loves Her.&lt;br /&gt;But Its His Fault It Ended.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;I Mean Its His Fault He Is Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Its His Fault He Is Cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;Its His Fault She Felt Uncomfartable Around Him.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Wanted You Guys To Know,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Hearts Is Just Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Being Imperfect Is Just Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking That People Can Change Is Just Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb's Other Side-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S All Of This Shit Is Copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S 'If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had To Do Was Ask' By Mayday Parade Is Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-4659327597253111657?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bdy9GrjSBdg/SwDAcZnNK1I/AAAAAAAAACU/Nl0G3t66gK4/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269966891857948878.post-2990995451078776717</id><published>2009-09-27T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:09:56.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything In This World Is My Fault.</title><content type='html'>I'm Out Of Ideas,&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I Guess I'll Just Say Random Things.&lt;br /&gt;First Of All,&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy Is The Most Awesomest Band In The World.&lt;br /&gt;Second,&lt;br /&gt;The Cab And Mayday Parade Are Bands You Should Look Out For.&lt;br /&gt;And Third,&lt;br /&gt;Some Malaysian People Are Fucked Up.&lt;br /&gt;My Definition Of Fucked Up 'Malaysian People'&lt;br /&gt;Is Foreign People Born In Malaysia.(Except James, He Is Awesome)&lt;br /&gt;So Normal Malaysian People Are Ok I Guess.&lt;br /&gt;Please Take This To Heart 'Malaysian People'&lt;br /&gt;And With Every Breath I Wish Your Body Would Be Broken Again.&lt;br /&gt;One More Time,&lt;br /&gt;Normal Malaysians Are Awesome-ish.&lt;br /&gt;So Enough About Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I Realised That I Deserve A Lot Better.&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of The Usual Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I Guess What I'm Saying Is...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Moving On And Changing My Lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;No More Desperation And No More Push Over-Ness.&lt;br /&gt;So If You're Looking To Hook Up(Girls Only),&lt;br /&gt;Promise You Won't Break My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-2990995451078776717?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lines In The Mirror Had Nothing To Say And Just Admired Her..&lt;br /&gt;Like Around 3 Hours Later She Said Some Stuff And Seb...&lt;br /&gt;Well Seb Was Torn Up Inside.&lt;br /&gt;Every Bone In His Body Felt Weak.&lt;br /&gt;All Of His Blood Started To Freeze..&lt;br /&gt;And Once Again She Had Left Him Heart Broken.&lt;br /&gt;Holding Back His Tears..&lt;br /&gt;He Just Sat There, Thinking Real Hard On What To Do Next..&lt;br /&gt;They Didn't Talk Much After That&lt;br /&gt;Not With Each Other Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;When It Was Time To Go..&lt;br /&gt;Seb Waited For His Friends And She Gave Him A Hug.&lt;br /&gt;And They Went Outside For A Bit..&lt;br /&gt;They Went Back In..&lt;br /&gt;Deciding It Was Best To Stay.&lt;br /&gt;The Guys Just Left Her There Eventually And Seb Wanted To Stay But His Heart Was Bleeding All Over The Place And Just Needed To Go..&lt;br /&gt;Zaki And Seb Walked To James' House And Stayed There For A Bit..&lt;br /&gt;Before Zaki Had To Go Tuition.&lt;br /&gt;On The Way There Seb Was All Depressed And Weird Telling All His Bullshit To Zaki..&lt;br /&gt;Zaki Gave Some Advice And Stuff But Seb Was Still Fucking Sad..&lt;br /&gt;Seb Decided He Was Going To Move On But After A Whole Day He Started To Miss The Person He Needed The Most,&lt;br /&gt;The Person Who Broke His Heart..&lt;br /&gt;Seb Talked To Zaki Until 2 In The Morning Figuring Out What Had To Be Done..&lt;br /&gt;He Went To Sleep That Night(Barely Being Able To)&lt;br /&gt;Without Cutting Himself.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Seb Was On His Way To James' House Again..&lt;br /&gt;Looking Optimistic About Hanging Out, Watching Ben 1o, Having A Couple Of Burgers..&lt;br /&gt;Hanging Out Part Was Awesome All They Did Was Go To The 'CC' And Stayed At Home Not Having Any Worries..&lt;br /&gt;But Wat Was Sad Was...&lt;br /&gt;The TV Network Had Cancelled Ben 10..&lt;br /&gt;How Could Anyone Do That?!&lt;br /&gt;I Mean Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Ben 10 Is The Most Awesomest Cartoon In The World..&lt;br /&gt;That Crushed Seb's Hopes Completely..&lt;br /&gt;After Having Spent The Whole Day There..&lt;br /&gt;Seb Went Back Home On Sunday Dead Tired And Messed Up..&lt;br /&gt;Just When You Think It Couldn't Get Any Worse...&lt;br /&gt;Seb Got On His Facebook And Got Ignored By Her..&lt;br /&gt;2 Fucking Slashes In 3 Days..&lt;br /&gt;A Man Can Only Take So Much..&lt;br /&gt;So Here He Sits Depressed And Heart Broken And Sad And Crushed And Lonely Trying Not To Kill Himself To See If Tommorow Would Be Better..&lt;br /&gt;Thats The Only Thing You Can Hope For Nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;For A Better Tommorow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb's Other Side-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I Am So Fucking Sad And Cold.I Feel Like Putting A Fucking Bullet In My WorthLess Head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6269966891857948878-5481951994725996691?l=itsnaturesfaultmiserylovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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