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  <title>i hide it for a reason</title>
  <subtitle>its not you, its ME</subtitle>
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    <name>ittakespassion</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-04T04:19:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:2811</id>
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    <title>how many workds can you make with depressed</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T04:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-04T04:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why the hell am i depressed.  i have the best boyfriend who loves me but yet i am so BBLLAAAHH.  so yea watchin suite life, got home from princess land and now i need to clean and all that fun stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want another tatto soon, and more piercings asap. but im poor so thats not happeneing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wanted to write more buttttttttttttttt im bored so bye</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:2391</id>
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    <title>if you hold on for one more day</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T20:09:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T20:09:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea yea depressedamundo again.  and i keep making myself feel so shity i mean yea my mom was really mean but now i feel bad for calling her mean.  why am i so nice, if you can give me the correct answer i will pay you mucho dinero...even though i dont have any to give you in the first place.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea cant wait till i actually START working at hollister...didnt make hte sched wtf mates!!!!! uuuuggggghhhh i need money asap, even though my new accounts make me feel really good and old but i feel like such a traitor for leaving my old bank...wow i have problems, i feel bad cus i hurt a banks feelings....wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have something wrong with me, im a fucking physco, people should stop talking to me...ahhh im gonna go listen to good music so bye</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:2259</id>
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    <title>happy birthday to PRINCESS</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T03:34:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T03:34:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok ok, so yes i was extremly pesimisstic about my birthday but you know what...........it turned out pretty fucking kick ass.  you want a play by play? no? well guess what, your gonna get one anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:59 am- wake up to the sound of my dogs butt fucking...i scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 am-woken up once again to teh sound of my dogs going at it, i scream louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03 am- wake up, call my baby face, my daddy, my aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:36 am- i went out to breakfast with my aunt.........it was yummy...belgin waffles and eggs and ham and &lt;br /&gt;sausage(it tasted like doody, i wanted to throw up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am- pick up my baby face, his parents get me a mac gift certificat.....we go to the mall......i got bronzer and two eyeliners and a sharpener...i felt pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time during the afternoon- i shower and do my hair and make up and dress up really cute and i looked really good, i actaully looked 19...makeup and shoes and accersories even tho now i think of it i wonder why i didnt put on earings...oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok im not gonna say my whole day cus i did a lot of useless crap now to the better stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 5 oclock is pm my mom coems home with a lot of presents and i was happy and my aunt gave me a 100 gift certificat to macys so i got a really cute shirt and a cute skirt and more makeup and then i really felt pretty(yes i was a peace with myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 8 ish i went to dinner at pasta pasta and the best part was my cappocino...ey ayea cant spell for beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran into jackie and alex on the way home and some 16 year old wana be quido tried to curse us out...i laughed but it was quit icky icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hear i am now,gonna go wash my face and look all cute for my boobola...hope i get more stuff tomorrow cus i really want sims family fun stuff and new facewash.....and im also gonna have somebirthday sex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot, my daddy secretly gave me 100 bucks but mommy cant no so shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s its never to late for presents&amp;lt;3</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:1867</id>
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    <title>im a bitch, im a lover, IM A CUNT</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T22:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T22:55:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well you read it, im a cunt....as said so by my brother</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:1545</id>
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    <title>everybody knows im in over my head..........</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T05:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T05:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok dont laugh and dotn bring it up to my face but thats it, im giving in, people think im fat people think im not the perfect person well thats it, by the end of this summer ill be the girl these people think i am supposed to be and boy will you be sorry,&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:1434</id>
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    <title>sunburn and crashes</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T21:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T21:13:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have very bad sunburn....and pretty soon this computer is gonna crash, so if you dont hear from me for a while thats why</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:1246</id>
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    <title>umm put some clothes on your kid................please</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T03:41:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T03:41:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, let me  start, AMAZING DAY, no seriously it was great.  so we went to jones beach, lived here for 19 years and never acutally went to the beach there.  so were there for a good hour and alreayd bri threw me in the water and there was enough sand in my kini to make a castle but that was nothing to what happened next..........I SAW MY FIRST HERMI!!! yes check it off the lsit of things to do before i die...........o and cross my heart.............she did not have the a butt hole, and please do not ask for anymore details.  so yea i am now very toasted and i love brian so...PEACE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:925</id>
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    <title>ok....who farted</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T04:54:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T04:54:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so yea watchin superman.....gets to teh serious point....the crowd is silent....and you hear someone ripps the most ass in the world so immediatly i think its bri face but at the end we find out it was the old lady in front of us....so yea i nearly piss myself laughin while super man is dyin....what kind of cold hearted bitch am i after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;who got voted offf so you think you can dance?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:726</id>
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    <title>i love my chinese mary janes</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T19:18:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T19:18:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so when i was friven to write all this i totally had it planned otu what i would talk about.............and now i have no idea......WTF SEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to do, i need a job but i really enjoy sitting on my ass and doing nothing......why is it so hard to get a job in an office...its like they only hire ppl with experience but how can you have experienced if you cant work there??? understand... hope so cus i dotn feel liek explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till i get my new ipod...i love my green mini but i dont, hehe but considering i have one million songs yea i need a bigger ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think thats it tilltonight......gonna go listen to moulin roughe....just had amazing sex...PEACE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ittakespassion:422</id>
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    <title>..a second chance</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T02:32:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T02:32:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok so here we go, im making another one of these things.  why i ask myself, well for one ive missed bri so much i needed something to dirive my mind from it. oh my good do i miss him, i almost cant function, not to sound all ga ga although i do admit i am.  but i need something to pour my soul into and i hate diarys so yea i got this.  and its not liek many friends will read this cus one i dotn have many and two....it will be brian, jackie and summer....and thats it, but whatever im doing this for myself......no one else........and i jsut noticed i left my dr pepper upstairs and im not gonna get it cus im too fuckign lazy, what ever ITS SUMMER..and should i mention my birthday is in about 9 DAYS....9 fucking days till the last year of me being a teenager.  scary thought, fucking meghan bryant.....will be 20....in oen year....i sitll cant belive i have had my license for 2 yrs...everyday i am becomign more shell shocked and everything is giving me a different feeling.  for oen i am actually in love and will not fuck it up this time and just i dotn know....song lyrics, the things people say, the looks they give, are all taking on a new act in my life, i actually feel liek a grown up, i look back on my past years and i am almsot ashamed of what i was.....an immature slut without a care in the world...yes thats right i admit i was a slut....it was jsut a phase.  i am not all that happy with the person i was but i will never regret the things i did, because if i did them different i might not be where i am today, and i love where i am.  i have three of the greatest friends in the world and they are all i need to live my life.  fuck im starting to actually plan my wedding....the dream i ahve had since kindergaten with my red gowns and my red and white dress is becomign a reality!  also, i am no longer afraid to be who i am, fuck in highschool i was so blindsided by popularity and boys and fuckign being skinny...shti i used to be a twig and now damn well im not huge anymore but shit i was and it was all to be the perfect person i thought i never was, but im not afriad to be that girl anymore.  i love me and my style and my mind and my body.  i now love going out in public unlike not being able to go into the cafeteria.  yes i have progressed.  well my baby is going to be here in 15 mins and now i cant think straight so till next time deary's...with love&amp;lt;3</content>
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