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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 01:08:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>There&apos;s no telling what&apos;s going to happen</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;Things are so much different now. And I can honestly say I just have to let it be. I can&apos;t say that the terrible things that have happened in my life are my fault. But I can say I didn&apos;t go about fixing it correctly. I&apos;m posting this because a part of me has died. And if I want something different to happen to help bring myself comfort then I have to do something else. Now I have to question... Is it worth changing my principles and my view on life? Should I stand here and throw away all my morals? No...but I&apos;m not gonna stand here and do nothing. I type this here because I know at least someone is listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:44:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m sick</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m sick to the point where I can&apos;t get out of bed so I would like to take this time to get everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to put anyone out there so I&apos;m gonna name allias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luv: she is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;She over emotional, selfish, a show off and many other things I don&apos;t have the energy to type. She got mad at me the other day because I was apparently neglecting her. But I&apos;m sick and she knows that I&apos;m sick and she doesn&apos;t call. She only texts me when she&apos;s talking about herself and she has yet to visit. I&apos;m gonna keep my anger silent for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil brit: she is also a good friend&lt;br /&gt;She very quiet and secluded but she&apos;s sneaky when it comes to hurting people. She&apos;s a bit of a brat and hate when people disagree with her irrespondsible actions. She fast and is very blunt about her sexual nature. Which makes her look like a whore. This is probably because of her low selfesteem and I want to help her when it comes to that. But I don&apos;t like her catty attempts to her me. Which makes me not want to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubles: I love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;They are never around and they never look for me. I sometimes think they&apos;re just way to busy for me. They are both very secretive to the point whewrew the lie to me. I don&apos;t like that but I guess there is no fixing that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a selfish bitch. Sorry for the language but that&apos;s it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I&apos;m way too weak to write about the others. I&apos;m going to sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:57:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>You upset me</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the hardest thing I will have to realize is the fact that I can never tell you and you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t need your criticism (they&apos;re not constructive) and your rude opinions. I have so much to say and I don&apos;t even feel like typing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>tch</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 16:42:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Sinner’s Desperation</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;I bow before the lord and weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;Longing for an angels flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;I pray the lord will take my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;Hiding from this worldly lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;In thee lord I keep my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;When evil whispers in my ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;I pray the lord will take my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;When burdening this sinners eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;I pray thee show me Jesus die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;And if I don&amp;rsquo;t forget your son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;To heavens holy gates I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;Then let me die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;And take my soul for heaven sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;But if I wake to see the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;Lord, keep me safe till Jesus come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Andalus;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>Waiting</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 04:29:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s just that</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been so hurt that it left you angry. I think I&apos;ve hit that point. I&apos;m there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>Pissed</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 17:07:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My last goodbye</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don&apos;t like to feel this way but I&apos;m by myself in this situation. There are times when we must walk alone. Just to say a thousands feelings without one word. It&apos;s impossible. All good things must come to an end. Remember these moments with me or it will lose it&apos;s strength. Until the bitter sweet reunion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>and it is not in vain</category>
  <lj:music>Come tomorrow</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 03:03:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m hurt right now. I don&apos;t know what I did, I feel like I changed everything too fast. I guess the real question is did i get what i wanted...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>it&apos;s still in the green</category>
  <lj:music>...nothing...</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">...nothing...</media:title>
  <lj:mood>divided</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 16:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> I don&apos;t believe any of you</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have yet to realize my significance in other peoples lives. I don&apos;t see how I have an effect on other people but apparently I do. I guess I can understand how people don&apos;t always believe what qualities are said about them. I don&apos;t know how to feel about some people. It&apos;s a test of my honesty and I&apos;m not one for lies. I will always say just enough for my comfort and I hope I don&apos;t always have to be this defensive. In hopes not to get questioned I still have to say how I feel... I can stop think about, wondering what your feeling. So I guess I&apos;m avoiding saying I can&apos;t stop thinking about you. Wondering what you want from me or if we even have the same feelings. I guess I&apos;m hoping we&apos;re on the same page. I just hope I&apos;m not wrong about this but I need to know everything before I even trust myself to do the safe thing. I guess I&apos;m paranoid. I don&apos;t want to disappoint anyone, I don&apos;t want to be pushed away by anyone. I guess I fear rejection. But I need to be free to do what I want. I guess I want my independence, now.....Hopefully I&apos;ll stop over thinking everything and just let it be. I need to spend my time wisely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>am i afraid or should i be this consciou</category>
  <lj:music>One two order</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">One two order</media:title>
  <lj:mood>Unselfish</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 03:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My days are very interesting</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every hint of this has a meaning, so creative that i can&apos;t believe my mind processed it. My sexuality was questioned again by ladylove and 1 of 2 faces. I hear it so much from them that i&apos;m starting 2 believe myself. It almost feels as tho it&apos;s not me, like we&apos;re talking about someone else. Hm, maybe i don&apos;t believe this as much as i thought i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be touched in 2 places. One is in the heart. It doesn&apos;t have to be just love. It could be the sheer gratitude of someones existence. I don&apos;t care, i want it to touch my heart. The next one is me. I need this physical connection. A time were i can let everything go and just...feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings something else to my attention. She knows, and i can&apos;t believe she does. She&apos;ll never say it, she will for ever deny it. She will be upset if we discuss it. And i won&apos;t push her to, i&apos;m far from it. But i can&apos;t believe she knows. This is best to be avoided from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>villian hero both or none at all. that i</category>
  <lj:music>my life would suck without you</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">my life would suck without you</media:title>
  <lj:mood>wants</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 01:55:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I went to florida</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;It was the worst 5 day of my life. I wasted $200, the people i was with were very inconsiderate. I could barely have fun because people wanted to do other stuff. Who goes to a amusement park and doesn&apos;t want to ride the rides. That makes sense. (sarcasm) I had to share a bed and got hit and kicked. And they talked, that makes no sense i barely slept. I kept ending up sitting next to the teacher. He talks too much, his breath stinks and he doesn&apos;t seem to comprehend the definition of personal space. I had a really bad time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>never again</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 01:26:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t know what to feel right now</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I can&apos;t control whats going to happen to me. I don&apos;t know how we&apos;re going to feel later. I can&apos;t put a price on tears and I can&apos;t continue to fear the worse happening to me. I can fix it by feeling this way now so I won&apos;t be surprised later. Do I have to feel this way alone? Who can I trust, who can I talk to? How can I put my feelings in words. I enjoy your company and you enjoy mine...i think. I would love it if you loved me too but if you don&apos;t I suppose I&apos;ll just have to let it be. I&apos;m still hopeful though because I can&apos;t feel hopelessness. It&apos;s all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Friends are the family you choose. Family is the people you got stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I can&apos;t even believe this week. I really just need to be alone. Family and friends are the people that make life livable. But I&apos;m so upset at both right now. My mom hates me because of my sister. I have just now realized that there is nothing that can be done to change this, I&apos;m just not going to try anymore. My father i sick and poor for no reason. This makes me so angry. My brother is a thief and very inconsiderate. I have to live with them, but not for long. My friends are insensitive jerks. Doubles and the younger are just too immature. I can&apos;t stand it. There is nothing to smile about when i need to seriously talk to you. My cuddle lady is so mean to me for no reason at all. I just won&apos;t even bother with saying hi. Time can stuff it, he didn&apos;t have to say what he said or do what he did. It just wasn&apos;t the time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i realized i didn&apos;t name people. But you don&apos;t know them it doesn&apos;t matter. But i just lost $500 dollars and people called me selfish. People are saying things about me to benefit themselves. My sister is very mean and noone is seeing it at all. &amp;quot;oh she&apos;s your sister, your over reacting&amp;quot;. Thank you doubles. &amp;quot;Stop bitchin, just get over it&amp;quot;. Thanks time, you really understand where i&apos;m coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and cleaned. I gave up the $500 to help pay for stuff. I listen to everyone when they need me to. I&apos;m doing the best i can in school even though my mom may never see that. I care about everyone around me and i have never felt so hurt by everyone. Maybe this wouldn&apos;t have been so bad if it wasn&apos;t everyone. But i don&apos;t cry, not often and never this much. But i feel better now. I had to put my feelings somewhere so here they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>i want to be ok. am i? will i be?i was i</category>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:14:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Full in my heart (the best letter ever)</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you. Come and take my hand. If I&apos;m too far call me , I just want to feel you on the line. Take off you clothes, let me kiss away all your insecurity&apos;s. Hold me, let your heart beat next to mine. Look into my eyes, let me see who you are. Kiss me, you belong to me and I am yours. Don&apos;t walk away, it makes me cry. Love me no one else. Don&apos;t be selfish, I love you too. Come back to me so I can feel how much I love you. Don&apos;t forget me. Remember that spot on the back on my neck, kiss it before you go. Let me be the one to love you last so I can love you for the rest of our lives. And remember, you love me too much to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i should use this in a monologue)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>if only you where here</category>
  <lj:music>Because</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:08:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m not hiding</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;It&apos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;s a new day and i&apos;m loving every moment of it. I&apos;m not afraid of what it take live my live that I want to live. I take full responsibillity over the things I do. This new found strength has made me believe in myself more than ever. I attack every problem in my life with the force of a thousand strong men with nothing to lose. Nothing will bring me down, not even the love i keep in my heart for those certain someones. It&apos;s a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <category>very strong</category>
  <lj:music>Vienti-uno</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:38:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Interesting</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it difficult to keep to myself at this moment. Expressing how you feel is very freeing. And at this moment i feel like an insensitive friend. Whats bad about it is i don&apos;t; I put a lot of effort into keeping my friendships strong which left my no time to work on myself. Now I&apos;m inspired to do the things i rarely get to enjoying and I&apos;m loving my life right now. However I am keeping a harsh secret from one of my ventures could terribly hurt one of my friends. This is one of those things only time can heal and i have to wait before i can let this out of my system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m not an over sensitive person. So the guy doesn&apos;t like you. Will you please get over it and move on, i really don&apos;t want to hear about it everyday i see you. I don&apos;t look forward to this at all. Sorry young one but you&apos;ll survive. Doubles, I&apos;m sorry but i can&apos;t stand your girl stuff. And if people don&apos;t tell you stuff maybe it&apos;s not them. Nope, it is very much you. It&apos;s just too much, fix it please. Lady love, i don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong or why you&apos;re mad all the time. Or why you take it out on me all the time. What&apos;s funny is i can&apos;t really say this to any of them. I don&apos;t feel like facing what happens after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>venting and expressing aren&apos;t interchang</category>
  <lj:music>viva la vida</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 06:42:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hurt at this moment alone, I know i should expect it.</title>
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  <description>  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;My heart is beating so hard it slightly rocks me back and forth. It’s funny how my feelings are so easily hurt now but as I remember where I stand I’m hurt by it. I didn’t want to remember still I remember “2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; to them”, “they love you last”. And is it true, is it really true? All my life I’ve felt this way so do I panic, act frantic…no. I try to take a breath but it hurts to breathe and it doesn’t help. My heart is still in pain, I’m in need of some other comfort. I do need to remember to wait but I don’t want to wait for disappointment. “If you found some other love l’d be hurt more than I am now”, I think to myself. So what shall I do; I have no friends to turn to or a family to talk to…I have no one but god himself. I know what he would say to me but do I listen …no. I know there may be more pain to come but I’m far too much in love to let go…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;***suicide***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>this mental note i do bring forth</category>
  <lj:music>I don’t love you- my chemical romance</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:24:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Have u ever had something to say</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I have a lot of things to say to specifically one person but I know the possible&amp;nbsp; consequences of telling them and I don&apos;t want to face them. I don&apos;t want to tell them but i do because i don&apos;t want to keep it to myself. Still i have to tell someone. Keeping stuff bottled in is always a bad thing. I need to talk to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, i shouldn&apos;t. Some of them, like the ones with the same face and the young kid. They just can&apos;t handle stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>voices unheared</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 10:37:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Living hurts</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;It hurts more when you not loved in return...surprisingly these words make me feel better. And waiting to see what unfolds isn&apos;t such a bad idea. Still, i gotta leave this. I&amp;nbsp;should be use to this by now, this has happened since birth. Maybe I&apos;m being to vague. I&apos;m talking about how unloved i am by the females in my family. I don&apos;t care sometimes but other times. Yea, other times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>valuable words spoken in truth</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 09:41:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Billie Jean is not my lover</title>
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  <description>  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Hello , I&apos;m Alcoholics Anonymous. I&amp;quot;m not exactly on alcohol but this is a place where I can be anonymous. Sometimes people need to go to a place where we can spill everything and be honest without having to tell people we know (that can be the hardest thing in the world). Here, I &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;don&amp;rsquo;t have to keep things bottled in my mind for it to torture forever and ever. And on that note I&amp;rsquo;ll begin this session .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;This first entry is called Billie Jean is not my lover, which is also (of course) not about Billie Jean. This is something I&amp;rsquo;ve had to admit to myself before and I don&amp;rsquo;t know how I got through it the first time cause it&amp;rsquo;s not as easy as I thought it to be. I love some persons, people, humanbeings (i&apos;m thinking of one specific one though) and I feel hurt at the fact that they care nothing for me. And there is also the possibility that they love someone else more than&amp;hellip;or it&apos;s a fact (whatever you feel like calling it) . I just need to accept the fact that they may not love me the way I love them and I may be 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; to whatever love they think to breathe out. Still, I can&amp;rsquo;t be entirely hopeless; they could feel the same way one day. And if not someone else will love me even though it&apos;s not exactly the same. Whatever the future holds I can take the punches. I still want to try though. So these are my tactic&amp;rsquo;s.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be missed- But not too much, I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be forgotten.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be myself at all times but more understanding.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blunt honesty is good and bad so be wise about it-I don&amp;rsquo;t want to get myself in trouble for hurting people&amp;rsquo;s feelings but my honest opinions do matter. (but this is why I chill with guys, girls are way too sensitive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;So I only have three right now and they aren&amp;rsquo;t really bad idea&amp;rsquo;s. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty much saying &amp;ldquo;maybe they&amp;rsquo;ll love me for being myself and miss me enough to want me around&amp;rdquo;. Still it&apos;s kind of weird plotting this on my mom. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Maybe it&amp;rsquo;s a good idea, maybe it isn&amp;rsquo;t; what do you think?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>various choices;which goes first revenge</category>
  <lj:music>Valerie</lj:music>
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