<?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-6377203796468492438</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Suicide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148881478793614765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377203796468492438.post-6504743321828027497</id><published>2007-11-12T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:25:02.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day You Will Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started playing &lt;u&gt;loud&lt;/u&gt; music we all knew her heart was &lt;b&gt;broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt; from the rest of the girls. &lt;br /&gt;She is not &lt;strike&gt;fake&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;She has &lt;u&gt;her own&lt;/u&gt; style. &lt;br /&gt;She likes to &lt;i&gt;dance&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sing&lt;/i&gt;, and act &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; with her friends. &lt;br /&gt;She will &lt;b&gt;overanalyze&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;everything&lt;/strike&gt; you can possibly say. &lt;br /&gt;She can argue but hates to. &lt;br /&gt;She &lt;b&gt;hates drama&lt;/b&gt; and can &lt;strike&gt;live&lt;/strike&gt; without it and the &lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt; that cause it. &lt;br /&gt;but the one thing she can &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; understand is why he cant love her the way that &lt;b&gt;she loves him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;u&gt;full&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;strike&gt;deep sorrow&lt;/strike&gt; is driving her &lt;b&gt;insane&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;She wants to &lt;strike&gt;scream&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;she wants to &lt;strike&gt;yell&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but she must &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; admit &lt;br /&gt;how hard she really fell &lt;br /&gt;so as the sun begins to rise, &lt;br /&gt;She wipes her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;pastes on a &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; one that looks &lt;i&gt;genuine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; once again she &lt;b&gt;pretends&lt;/b&gt; that &lt;u&gt;everything is fine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that &lt;strike&gt;hard&lt;/strike&gt; to &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; a girl for &lt;b&gt;who she really is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Force a smile&lt;/strike&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Blink away tears&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I should be &lt;i&gt;strong&lt;/i&gt; and have &lt;b&gt;no fears&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But Im finding it hard &lt;i&gt;not to frown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a strong person but &lt;b&gt;Im breaking down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don&amp;#39;t come any &lt;i&gt;closer&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m so &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And you call me a &lt;strike&gt;loser&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not &lt;i&gt;depressed&lt;/i&gt;;; I just hate &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a &lt;u&gt;horrible person&lt;/u&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;I just let everyone down.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not an &lt;u&gt;outcast&lt;/u&gt;;; everyone just &lt;strike&gt;hates me&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;;; I just constantly think of him.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a &lt;i&gt;mistake&lt;/i&gt;;; I’m just &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;supposed to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not &lt;b&gt;suicidal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I just want to die&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres gonna be a &lt;i&gt;murder&lt;/i&gt; tonight,&lt;br /&gt;the truth revealed from behind&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;b&gt;tear&lt;/b&gt; filled eyes, &lt;br /&gt;she&amp;#39;ll show you her &lt;strike&gt;beautiful disaster&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;shes going to be a wonderful [/u]suicide&lt;u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wake up everyday to a &lt;b&gt;failure&lt;/b&gt;, but hey,&lt;br /&gt;this is my &lt;/u&gt;daily routine&lt;u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Me running into school late, and&lt;br /&gt;you bringing me up, and &lt;i&gt;tearing me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if im giving up&lt;br /&gt;too &lt;b&gt;easy&lt;/b&gt; i just dont&lt;br /&gt;have&amp;#39; the &lt;i&gt;strength&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to [u]fight&lt;/u&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause im barely &lt;b&gt;breathing&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; i can&amp;#39;t find the &lt;u&gt;air&lt;/u&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know who im kidding, imagining &lt;strike&gt;you care&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she&amp;#39;s staring out the window and she&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;losing track of time&lt;/b&gt;. she&amp;#39;s searching for&lt;br /&gt;a reason &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to break down tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that&amp;#39;s what&amp;#39;s wrong with the world:;&lt;br /&gt;no one says &lt;b&gt;how they feel&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they always hold it &lt;u&gt;inside&lt;/u&gt;. they&amp;#39;re &lt;b&gt;sad&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but they don&amp;#39;t &lt;b&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt;. they&amp;#39;re &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;, but they don&amp;#39;t &lt;i&gt;dance&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;sing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they&amp;#39;re &lt;u&gt;angry&lt;/u&gt;, but they don&amp;#39;t &lt;u&gt;scream&lt;/u&gt;. because if they do, &lt;br /&gt;they feel &lt;strike&gt;ashamed&lt;/strike&gt;. and that&amp;#39;s the worst feeling in the world. &lt;br /&gt;so everyone walks with their &lt;b&gt;heads down&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and no one sees how &lt;b&gt;beautiful the sky is&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;#39;s always &lt;i&gt;left out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From those &lt;b&gt;so called&lt;/b&gt; friends&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;i&gt;dark&lt;/i&gt; theres &lt;strike&gt;no way out&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never really understood her &lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i look in the &lt;i&gt;mirror&lt;/i&gt;, i see a girl who&amp;#39;s been&lt;br /&gt;through &lt;u&gt;so much&lt;/u&gt;, and yet, still finds a way to &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; at&lt;br /&gt;the past. she still loves with all her heart, or what&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;left of it. and when you see her walking in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;i can guarentee you she&amp;#39;ll have her head &lt;strike&gt;up high&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;faking&lt;/u&gt; a smile just one last time. and for all those&lt;br /&gt;people who try to break her, &lt;u&gt;you never will&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that &lt;b&gt;basement&lt;/b&gt; we were exactly who we wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;rockstars&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;poets&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;artists&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;designers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;b&gt;basement&lt;/b&gt; was our haven because when we &lt;br /&gt;walked up those stairs we &lt;br /&gt;were just &lt;u&gt;teenage kids with dreams&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that were just &lt;u&gt;too big&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she feels so &lt;b&gt;pointless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life never gives her a &lt;u&gt;rest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she could think less&lt;br /&gt;About her problems, it just makes her &lt;strike&gt;stress&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; really stands up for herself&lt;br /&gt;Shes always &lt;u&gt;taking it all&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And no one really knew how she felt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Cause no one really &lt;u&gt;listens&lt;/u&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see in her &lt;i&gt;eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;i&gt;sadness&lt;/i&gt; she &lt;b&gt;hides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;i&gt;loneliness&lt;/i&gt; makes her &lt;b&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wishing she could just &lt;u&gt;leave this life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you &lt;i&gt;stereotype&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;By the way I &lt;b&gt;dress&lt;/b&gt;, the type&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;strike&gt;music&lt;/strike&gt; I like, how I do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;And you automatically assume&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m that &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;typical emo guy&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave myself a l&lt;strike&gt;abe&lt;/strike&gt;l, yet&lt;br /&gt;you critisize me of being something&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m not ? You are the one who&lt;br /&gt;gave me this &lt;i&gt;stamp&lt;/i&gt; across my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;How can you &lt;u&gt;judge&lt;/u&gt; what you&lt;br /&gt;don&amp;#39;t even know ? Once you are&lt;br /&gt;in my shoes, see the &lt;i&gt;pain&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;scars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;hide&lt;/b&gt; from everyone... That&amp;#39;s the day &lt;br /&gt;I dare you to look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;*beep* tell me who I am&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkay so thats all I&amp;#39;ve got for now&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377203796468492438-6504743321828027497?l=sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6504743321828027497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6377203796468492438&amp;postID=6504743321828027497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/6504743321828027497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/6504743321828027497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-day-you-will-know.html' title='One Day You Will Know'/><author><name>Reef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148881478793614765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377203796468492438.post-3092760134377368173</id><published>2007-11-12T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:39:09.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit !</title><content type='html'>Sorry ! I'm truly sorry ! Total misunderstanding okay.. I'm really sorry. Hope you can forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377203796468492438-3092760134377368173?l=sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3092760134377368173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6377203796468492438&amp;postID=3092760134377368173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/3092760134377368173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/3092760134377368173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/2007/11/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit !'/><author><name>Reef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148881478793614765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377203796468492438.post-1671134290425369499</id><published>2007-10-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:05:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is but a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fear's&lt;/span&gt; the way we die.&lt;br /&gt;You can make the mountains &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or make angels cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have to stand &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to make sure you still can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate can be a positive emotion&lt;br /&gt;when it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forces&lt;/span&gt; you to better yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not see me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not see me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not see me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not see me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do everything I do because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt; is not falling down,&lt;br /&gt;it's remaining where you have fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goal isn't to live forever;&lt;br /&gt;the goal is to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;create something that will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;today im alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know ill be fine&lt;br /&gt;even without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;but i cant believe you left me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i love you is what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before you packed your things and left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This island has become an ocean and my boat's too small.&lt;br /&gt;The waves are crashing in and I can't save this sinking ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;every single person&lt;/span&gt; has at least&lt;br /&gt;one secret that would break your&lt;br /&gt;heart. if we could just remember&lt;br /&gt;this, i think there would be a lot more&lt;br /&gt;compassion and tolerance in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish you'd pay more attention&lt;br /&gt;to my favorite songs, because the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing words that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'm too scared to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for my emo-ish intro..&lt;br /&gt;but this is what happening to me now..&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this is the first time i'm blogging. so my blog kinda simple for now.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try to make it look better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377203796468492438-1671134290425369499?l=sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1671134290425369499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6377203796468492438&amp;postID=1671134290425369499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/1671134290425369499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377203796468492438/posts/default/1671134290425369499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsummerromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-but-song-to-sing-fears-way-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Reef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148881478793614765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
