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  <title>"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tommorow"</title>
  <subtitle>-should a single dissapointed hope make us so hostile towards the world?</subtitle>
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    <name>* m@ndy *</name>
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  <updated>2004-09-02T03:32:37Z</updated>
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    <title>new journal notice!!!</title>
    <published>2004-09-02T03:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-02T03:32:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>country</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;If you guys want to read anything on my current status of life, i usually write on my other journal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_random_remedy' lj:user='random_remedy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://random-remedy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://random-remedy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;random_remedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc66" size="5"&gt;so cheak it out, and yes i appreciate your advice and even just your thoughts..so, um, yah, well bye!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tink_2306:21054</id>
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    <title>Boy's are Stupid, throw rocks @ them!!!</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T06:16:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T06:16:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"feel like making love to you"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;hey everyone, how's it going? "cricket-cricket" today's topic : why are boys so stupid? i don't get it. first it starts off with a crush. i mean, you see this guy, well at first he's a boy. and then he never gives you the time of day, so you get over that sick crush. then years later, like now in highschool, they start with all of that,"&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt; hey, so maybe i can call you or something," &lt;/font&gt;or &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;" so you used to like me in middle school, what about now?" &lt;/font&gt;it pisses me off, it does! i mean, it's not those guys you actually do talk to, it's those you admire from affar, who never, and i mean NEVER look at you. and if they do, there is not one smile or hint of accnoligence to your existence! and now they expect you to give them your time! oh no missy, i don't think so. besides, the only thing this is leading me to is going over my text messaging. and i'm not talking about sergio, for all of his friends that are reading this. althoug he does fall under this catagory, so maybe i shouldn't give him my time. hmmm...(thinking...very hard...) awww...who cares? well i do obviously. my i sould pull a piere and just go to hanks. i saw him at taco cabana, and the boys there aren't half bad. besides, i'm single, so i'm allowed to look, he he, or touch. ohhh la laaa! okay i think i'll go to sleep.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another wasted weekend, i left it all to chance&lt;br&gt;that maybe i'd go out, and have a 6 second romance.&lt;br&gt;i feel like making out, or maybe making love&lt;br&gt;but who can fall in love by doing any of the above?&lt;br&gt;bring back a memory and fall in love all over again &lt;br&gt;but who to fall in love with, having not been with many men.&lt;br&gt;many men is not a goal, just one to make me smile&lt;br&gt;i don't think that'll be for another awaited while.&lt;br&gt;take me back into his arms and let it all fall away&lt;br&gt;the lonliness and the loss, that's someone elses day.&lt;br&gt;call my name one more time, that's when i'll know i'm your's&lt;br&gt;i'll be your's and you'll me mine, in love forever more.......&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="4"&gt;* &lt;a href="mailto:m@ndy"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;m@ndy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-11T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T03:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T03:57:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;===== Original Message From Msjdgd06@aol.com =====&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Hello Mr. Haynes,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;My name is Mandy Nicole Castillo and I'm in your 6th period AP English II&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;class. Let's see, I'm involved in the MHS cheerleading squad as well as the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;National Honor Society.  It doesn't seem like much, but it's only been about &lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;weeks and the days already feel too short.  This year has just begun, but I'm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;already feeling the pressure of being a 'junior'.  With my future in mind and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;your class on my schedule, I know there is no time for slacking off.  I've&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;learned from Mrs. Mendez that it is to my benefit to put 100% into everything &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;do.  She is a great teacher and I only hope to succeed in your class, as I &lt;br /&gt;did&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;in hers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Mandy Nicole Castillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is, and yes, you will. SLH</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-09T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T02:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T02:07:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>covered - uptown girls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;hey &lt;font color="#999999"&gt;guys&lt;/font&gt;! well to start off, like many things in my life, my lj thing has also changed. well not changed, but i have another one. my lj screen thingy is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;random_remedy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so all you who care about me, he he, and my messed up in a good way life, check it out. it's a new thing i'm trying, kind of a split personality thing, not that i realy have to personalitys. anywho, what a day, i need not to say more...except( &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/font&gt;, i &lt;font color="#993399"&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt; my new &lt;font color="#999999"&gt;guy&lt;/font&gt; frineds!) i love them i love them i love them. they're so awesome.they're just themselves.&amp;nbsp;there's never a day that goes by that they don't make me laugh.&amp;nbsp;i can't get over it. it's cool cuz i can be my stupid self around them, and they love that. it's so much fun hanging out with them. i just don't like when they play hacky sack, last time&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;font color="#66ff99"&gt;sergio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; kicked me in the elbow, and &lt;font color="#33ff33" size="5"&gt;jason&lt;/font&gt;, i'm sorry i mean &lt;font color="#33ff33" size="5"&gt;fetus&lt;/font&gt;, well, i don't know. but they're all cool. i gave chris my "eyes" today, i don't think he gets it. it's a thing between&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;ivan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and i. i guess one of the good things i got out of my &lt;font color="#ffcc33"&gt;x&lt;/font&gt;, was my dear old buddy&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt; ivan&lt;/font&gt;. i love him so much. even though everyone hates him cuz he's mexican. and &lt;font color="#33ff33" size="5"&gt;abel&lt;/font&gt;, iy yi yi! he always makes me laugh, and he always makes &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;sergio&lt;/font&gt; mad. lets see &lt;font color="#33ff33" size="5"&gt;squirel&lt;/font&gt;, i still don't know his real name, seems nice, but he's quiet around me. ummmm....&lt;font color="#33ff33" size="5"&gt;erick&lt;/font&gt;, is a dork, and the other &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;sergio&lt;/font&gt; is sweet, at times, and oh yeah, &lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;NICK!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;we are friends again. it feels so good!!! everyday i see him at lunch, and when i see him, it's instinct to hug him. it hurt so bad, you have no idea, when we stopped talking to me. but now it's all good. i mean, i spend everyday of lunch with these guys. either i go out with the boys, or i stay in with them and nick. i hardley ever see my girl friends anymore, except in chinga cheer class, but i still love them. i'm excited for our sleepover ( the day before the mhs cheer camp.) i'm excited to see some of the old &lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;*starlets* &lt;/font&gt;that i was friends with...yay. okay that was dorky. anyway, i need to call &lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;sergio&lt;/font&gt; to thank him for my cd. i &lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;l-l-l-l-lOVE it!!!&lt;/font&gt; i mean, c'mon, it has the offical "uptown girls" song on it. he knows that's what me and my sister are...that's right foo. okay now THAT sounded ghetto! i'm bored, i think i'll go update my other journal. and then call sergio, and then go to bed....i miss talking late at night...he he, it's funny when people's mom's get mad...what a marooon!!! remember to my amigos, check out my split personality, it's &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;u&gt;random_remedy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* m@&lt;/em&gt;n&lt;em&gt;dy *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-03T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T02:35:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T02:35:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>longwave - best kept secret</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://schools.sisd.net/bme/images/benito.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My elementry school, where it all began....he he...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;guess who??&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;how many of you&amp;nbsp;went to the coolest elementry school ever, Benito i mean....?...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Letting go...i guess..</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T02:18:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T02:18:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Revis  - caught in the rain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">at this point i'm happy with my life. i don't have a boyfriend, but i'm love by many people, that i want to be loved by. i've been befriended by many new people, which craddles my heart, in a soothing way. it feels good. to let go. of lots of things. old hopes, lost dreams, good friends. but most of all, my old self. i feel like i've crossed this bridge that i've longed for, for the longest time. i've dreamed about crossing this bridge, but i could never bring myself to actually put one foot infront of the other. although i've lost some friends along my journey to happiness, i've gained back friendship with those who appriciate the person that i am.  i've also let go being tied down to one certain thing, and certain groups of people. i've found it much easier and more fufilling to get aquainted (mispelled) with those i don't know. it's also harder to be a bitch rather then to just be friendly, it is. i talked to my dad today...which isn't very common. and not about school, but about life, teenager things. lets put it this way, when he was my age, my mom and him had already...you know, planted the seed, watered the flower, so i let him know that times have changed, as well as people. i think he knows, but at times he can't or doesn't want to face it. he wants the best for me so much, and my worst fear isn't falling out of a stunt during cheer practice, it's disappointing my dad. my mom already knows what i'm cappable of, but i really want my DAD to be proud of me. i want him to say, "That's my daughter," without being fully intoxicated. (it was funny i'll admit..) if i go on the way i've been going for now, i will be the first person to go to college on my dad's side of the family. i don't know what i'd do if i didn't fufill that duty. i still plan on going to UT Austin, not because it's a party school by the way. anyways, relationship wise, i've just been talking to lots of different people. i don't want to settle down or anything, espessially right now, as long as i'm content with my life for the time being. wow! this feels like a lot, but it doesn't compare to stephanie's at all...oh well.  my best advice to everyone, if you want something badly enough, it will happen, as long as you beleive in it with all your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * m@ndy *</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-02T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T00:15:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T00:15:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">www-users.informatik.rwth-aachen.de/~wge/funny/etc/comics.jpg&lt;img src="http://www-users.informatik.rwth-aachen.de/~wge/funny/etc/comics.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-02T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T00:11:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T00:11:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or What does this song remind you of...?...</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-01T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-02T03:24:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-02T03:24:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.channel.aol.com/artist/main.adp?tab=av&amp;amp;artistid=529805"&gt;http://music.channel.aol.com/artist/main.adp?tab=av&amp;amp;artistid=529805&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-01T12:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-01T17:51:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-01T17:51:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yellowcard - all apolligies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Who's Your 80s Movie Icon Alter-Ego?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/noprob.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;What's Your Problem?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-08-01T12:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-01T17:08:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/style.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/style.html"&gt;What's Your Style?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wednesday, July 21 (the facts)</title>
    <published>2004-08-01T00:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-01T00:06:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>switchfoot - only hope (hear it!!)</lj:music>
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&lt;p&gt;Precious are the times that we spent together,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but every good thing comes to an end at one point or another.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the arguing and fighting, i can't take it anyomre,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i know it's time for the both of us to walk through seperate doors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; walking without my hand in yours will be difficult and heartbreaking, i know,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but i honestly think the best thing is to just let go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; maybe someday we'll find each other again,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but for right now i can only be your friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i know you're probably still wondering why,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but ever since we talked about all this i've only wanted to cry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;it's not another boy, i know that'll cross your mind,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;love you and i always have, someone like you i'll never find.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i hope our love for eachother will never change,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;it's just there are things in my life i need to rearange.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we both need time to work things out,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with our parents, our friends, but mostley within ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you're my best friend and you always will be,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but being together is breaking me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i know with this you'll hate me for a while, or forever,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but we need this time, to bring us back together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; whatever you do in life, i'm %100 by your side,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the love you have shown me, has forever changed my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i'm glad i was able to bring out the best in you,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but that wasn't just my doing, it was in you to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm always here for you, weather you need it or not,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and i'll always love you even if you hate me or dislike me a lot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i'm sorry it came to this, but i need this time for me,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i know it sounds selfish, but i need to find myself completely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i love you and i always will,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i just need time to find out what&amp;nbsp;is real.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm sorry, i love you, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;* m@ndy * &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;just a thought - why would anyone call from private?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't get it...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-07-31T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T19:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-31T19:24:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>madonna</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i have my computer! i have the internet! yaya! and guess what??? oh man...lets see why this GREAT week had a happy ending=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. last sat. i had an accident in joe's car...ewww..he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. school finally started and i have 1 of my best friends, andy, in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. cheerleading finally let me try stunting, and i was the flyer. i pulled a liberty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. on friday morning, my toothbrush fell in the toilet; in cheer class, i pulled a full-down!!!!! wow, intence! afterwards, before the show at wayside, we stopped at joe's house so he can change, and the dinner at chilies was kicking in. i didn't want to go into his house cuz i don't think his mom likes me, so i ran to the park and almost had another accident...the show at wayside was cancelled, we went to mc donalds and i fell asleep...the end.</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-07-30T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-30T18:36:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-30T18:36:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>snow patrol - spitting games</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey everyone! well i have two min. so here goes...i'm a flyer, for cheerleading!!! finally!!! and, they said i was light...wow, i guess my dreams are finally starting to come true! yay! well on wednesday was sergio's birthday, and he liked my presents, he's been wearing one of them all day. any ways, i hope you all are doing as great as i am. i've never been so happy. love you!&lt;br /&gt;* m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;everyone go to wayside today for an awesome show!!!</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-07-18T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T20:15:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T20:15:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music># 15 on sergio's mix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey everyone!!!!!!!!! sorry i haven't updated. i'm here at radio shack. Hi rocio! i still don't have the internet yet but once i do, i'll be on this like white on rice. also,,, hi jack!!!!!!!!!! i wrote you ,but it never posted. call me, you have my #!!! i hope everyone is living their summer the way i am. the warped was awesome. ok, well i guess i'll see everyone at school! love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* great news_ i rekindeled an old freindship and it feels great!!!&lt;br /&gt;i advice everyone to make back an old friend!!!</content>
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    <title>caught in the rain</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T00:44:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T00:44:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Revis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="black" bgcolor="Red" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:24pt; color:white;"&gt;Mandy Castillo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:18pt; color:white;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:24pt; color:white;"&gt;Joseph Baca &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffd7d7"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:16pt; color:black;"&gt;22012&lt;br&gt;4213&lt;br&gt;634&lt;br&gt;97&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="Black"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:26pt; color:white;"&gt;Love Level: 97%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Name 1:&lt;input name="firstname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Name 2:&lt;input name="secondname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Start up the LOVES-o-Meter!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Loves-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! well, "it's been awhile..." since i've written. we're in the process of moving, so i really haven't had time to do much. speaking of much, so many things have happened. lets see. oh yeah! joe FINALLY got his car. it's a 2001 white Honda Civic. let's just say he knows a bunch of people who have helped make his car look and sound bad ass. we drove to las cruses yesterday and had so much fun! we've spent a lot of time together these past weeks, but i really can't write them all down. it's a weird feeling, but good, but lately, i've been falling even more in love with him than before. i was just telling him last night that before, i knew that i felt a lot about him, but lately, it hurts to be without him. i mean, before, i got upset when he would call to tell me that he missed me, and now i long for him to say that. last night, i cried because of what, i feel, i've put him through. he hates for me to say,"sorry", but i needed to. i don't think, well, i know he didn't deserve what i put him through most of the time. he loves me so much, and sometimes, i feel that i take it for granted. i mean, seriously, how many of your boyfriends know how to put you to sleep at night, even when you're not tired, and i don't mean that he's boring, he just has that special thing about him. and how many of you can say that your boyfriends will stick by your side no matter what? i don't know where i'd be right now if i didn't have him. besides, i can talk to him about almost anything, and no one will get mad at me for doing so. after what happened between us going camping, i feel more closer to him than i've ever been able to be with anyone! even those who i thought were my closest friends. i've been upset about something for a while, and it dealt with loseing a friend, but i've come to realize that all i need is love. and not only from joe. but my girlfriends as well. besides, the guy-friends i do have, won't make me cry. the decisions you make in life will affect the person you are, and will be. be careful what you do to the one's you love, or they might be gone forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe, i love you with all my heart and soul. no matter what happens, we're in this together! i promise. past expiriences will only make us stronger, it's up to us to make this work. thank you for treating me like a princess-even though i acted like one. you ARE my "only one" - yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my gals - awwwww...you know i love you! and Pila...guess what? me and joe went on a shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to the mall! joe's treating me to a LEMONADE MMMM...........since i feel oh so terrible. (you girls now what i mean...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>"should a single dissapointed hope, make us so hostile towards the world..."</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T04:05:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T04:05:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>yellowcard - empty apartment</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's a wednesday night, and i find myself at priscilla's house. after a glass full of tear drops, i've been able to pull myself together. let's just say, that in the "Wonder Years," kevin and Winnie don't end up together. what happened to that show. it lead my life for me, and now it's over. i stuck to boy meets world for a while, but it wasn't me. anyways, last night i had two dreams. the first was that my cousin Belinda had died, and i couldn't stop crying. that led to my 2nd dream, where the two of us were at an ex's room, and his parents were trying to kill the both of us. weird, i know. but what's even weirder is how it connected to my real life today. i don't want to talk about it with myself anymore. i've done it for almost 6 years, and it's time to get over it for good. even if i did mean only well. other than that, i've learned, don't wear mascara on shity days. especially when your shirt is white. i haven't cried that much in a long time, it felt good, but it hurt where it counts. that's something a new cd can't cure. well, my dad said he'd buY me my warpe tour tickets.we really bonded, my dad and i. when we went camping this past week i felt so happy i could cry, i did enough of that today. anyways, i was so stoked (ha stoked) cuz my dad warmed up to joe! that's right, my dad warmed up! he clowned on joe, but he ment well. joe broke our ice chest! ha ha ha. my dad laughed at him. joe was also a really big help to my dad on the trip. i didn't even invite joe, my dad did. it was so amazing waking up to the one i love for 4 days. (keep in mind my parents were in the tralor too) joe had a blast, home cooked meals and everything. he got a burn on his finger helping my mom cook breakfast. how cute! jr caught like ten fish, and i got a cut on my leg skipping r*cks with my cousins, and joe. the part i love the best was napping during the day with joe, on the hammick. it was so beautiful. my dad wants him to come with us next time to. and nothing kinky went on, he he. i played with Dory, my aunts dog, and joe told me he'd buy me my own. a YORKIE! yay! it'll be our baby...uh..er...for now. ANYWAYs, i had a blast! as apposed to today. hope everyone's havING a great summer.  okay, that's it for this month. it's time to keep all my things botteled up again...or not. just keep swimming, just keep swimming...&lt;br /&gt;   * m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be angry and never let go&lt;br /&gt;It only gets harder the more that you know&lt;br /&gt;When you get lonely if no one's around &lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down&lt;br /&gt;We came together but you left alone &lt;br /&gt;And I know how it feels to walk out on your own&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again &lt;br /&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-05-26T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T04:07:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T04:07:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what is wrong with people? i just found out this guy, who i upsest over durning elementry, likes me! ha ha ha. that's nice. at least now he'll know how i felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ MY OTHER ENTRIES!!!</content>
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    <title>This one goes out to Priscilla and our rekindled friendship</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T01:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T01:50:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>switchfoot - dare you to move \ Britney Spears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm so happy right now. i'm next to my bestest friend priscilla, and we're watching the video to switchfoot's dare you to move. i feel content, or something. but i have a smile on my face. i'm really glad we're friends again. although we had our days, i'm glad to be hers again. um...that seems weird, but you know what i mean. i guess we needed that time apart to do our own thing and i needed to find myself. i had myself some new friends (who some admit to never have liking me - i find that halarious) but anywho, you know what they say. if you love something, set it free, if it comes back it's yours, that's how you know for sure. i guess that's what happened with priscilla and mines friendship. i really missed her. i guess at times i was mad at her for not being my friend, and i didn't like her for that, but deep down inside, i really missed her! i'm so happy with all my friends. and being friends with the unfriendly, actually had a good side. it gave me the oppertunity to meet new people, and start new relationships with them. for instance. i meet heather. she is an awesome person. anyone who says different is stupid and will be o-so sorry(HEATHER'S word i might add) i love her to death! i also got the chance to talk to a bunch of old people i knew, who are now friends. ahhh...i love everyone. yes, even those that aren't in my #1 fan club. anyways, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;* m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i don't know what i'd do without priscilla's great fashion sence. and, i was starting to miss melanie to. she's so cute, in an older mature way.</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-05-26T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T21:04:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T21:04:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm really excited, i talked to a long lost friend, well sort of. we were best friends since 3rd grade. i mean, seriously, we were insepreble. he was like my big brother, and i was his sister whom he always had to watch over. i loved him to death. (and for those of you trying to break joe and i up, i mean love as in i cared deeply about him.) he knew everything about me. he always knew how to make me laugh and even though somethimes he did weird things, he was my best friend, and i loved that about him. for some reason, he stoped talking to me and we stopped being friends. today, he came up to me and said hi, and at lunch to! i'm so happy. the only thing that saddens me is that my surfer boy jacob is leaving to huston. bye! good luck and take care. you know my #. bye everyone...&lt;br /&gt;"partying is such sweet sorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;* m@ndy *</content>
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    <title>last day topics</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T18:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T18:35:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>taking back sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow! it's really over. this week was good. 1st on monday, joe came for me at lunch and we went to chicos. we drove around looking at houses discussing our future. it was amazing. on tuesday, my friends Ivan, Abel, and Sergio took me to sonic, since they're such great friends! love you guys! after that we went to abel's house, which is like next door to mine. we watched 1/2 of scareface, 1/2 of the wedding singer, 1/2 of american pie II, and 1/2 of rush hour. wow! today is our last day. i had a great year. there were surprises every single day! some were good, and some were um...anyways. i wish everyone the best of luck. to all of you "special people", you know who you are, take care, and keep in touch. u guys who have been there for me, i love you so much! have a great summer! i'll try to keep updated, but till then... love you!&lt;br /&gt;            * m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? joe's comming camping with me! yay! &lt;br /&gt;and to those of you who know my secrets, i'm keeping my promise!&lt;br /&gt;LoVe YoU!</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-05-25T08:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T14:13:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=lpfloatsmyboat&amp;amp;meme=1074642484" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name/username/nickname:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name/username/nickname:" value="Mandy Nicole" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;favorite color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="favorite color:" value="Green" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;best physical quaility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;best personality trait:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;you can solve any social problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;when will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;May 23, 2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;your kiss is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;People date you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;you're everything they want in a girl/guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="lpfloatsmyboat"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074642484"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-05-25T08:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T14:11:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=Amberishjewel&amp;amp;meme=1071686519" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Your Love Situation&lt;br /&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~amberishjewel"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Amberishjewel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Username?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Username?" value="tink_2306" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Love Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Seductive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;During Lovemaking You Act...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Like a volcano, hot &amp;amp; steamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Partner Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Partner Has Said That You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Are a great lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Love is Summed Up In A Quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;"One must know how to seduce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="Amberishjewel"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1071686519"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>a blast from the past - i think?</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T18:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T18:10:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night was really weird. i had a dream, obviously, but here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;the movie, " 13 going on 30" played a major part. it was ___?___'s birthday, and we were both like 20 or something. well they threw a party for___?___ at his old house, and everyone was going. his girlfriend was also going to be there, but i had to get there before she did. i don't know why but i just did. so i saw "girl-friend" walking to his house and i ran to get to the back of the house. i got in through a window on the 2nd floor. i found myself in his sister's room. i walked to his room that was, for some wierd reason, now an attick. anyways, since he didn't live there anymore, all his stuff, from when he was a teen, was in boxes and on shelves. i found a stuffed animal i had given him sitting on a shelf and i took it down. it was then in my dream i realized that he was married to "girl-friend", and i started crying. in my dream, i was wishing i could go back to our teens and change everything. i sat on the attick floor, hugging the white stuffed disney character, as i cried in my lap. i cried for, what seemed to be forever, until i was tapped on the shoulder by ___?___. he was a teen again! as was i! i stood up and hugged him. at that point i woke up.(in real life) and it was hurting me to breath. i pulled off the covers, and i touched my face. i was shocked to find that i HAD been crying. in my dream, and in reality. i don't understand. it was so weird.</content>
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    <title>tink_2306 @ 2004-05-20T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-20T18:34:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dear ________,&lt;br /&gt;how have you been? i've been alright. guess what? i'm sick and i haven't got any better. it's all right though, schools almost out, and soon i'll be able to stay home and enjoy my time alone. i think i'll get lonely, but i always find ways to keep myself busy. so, i know you're wondering how me and my boyfriend are doing...well, were doing fine. we fight, like couples usually do, but other than that, were just great. lately, things have been happening, that i think are just testing my like for joe, but so far, i've passed. yeah, it makes me think, but none of it's really worth it. like i told you before, i've been holding on to something, that let go of me a long time ago. you can't blame me though, it's nice to remanice about the past every once in a while. it helps me to make choices in my current everyday life. that's weird...how past expirences can effect the way you live and act in your world today. it's true though. i mean, i've learned a lot from the past, and although it hurt to go through it, i've bettered from it now. i'm a better person, i mean. but sometimes, it does backfire. well, you know what i mean. anyways, i hope you're having fun, and living out your life the way you really want it. i hope your smiles are true, and you don't fake it. cause beleive you me, you'll end up like i did. hey, but like i said, it only bettered me in the end. well i'll write you later. &lt;br /&gt;love always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;* m@ndy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Forget me not!!!</content>
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