<?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-19704391</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:18:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Love is Destructive~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19704391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03469892129672753836</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19704391.post-113470216703919362</id><published>2005-12-15T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:02:47.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepfather is yelling at my mom for leaving a door unlatched or some stupid shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;He's a real ass. And I don't just think that because he's my stepfather, and so naturally I hate him, that's not it at all.&lt;br /&gt;He's just an asshole. Period. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;But, he's always like that, so I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten rather hopefull earlier when he was an hour late getting home, and the roads were bad.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a horrible person for hoping he got into a wreck? Probably. But I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Derek since the other night... but I'm always hoping he'll call, or something, even though I know he won't.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get over him. I dunno how long obsession like this can be healthy. It probably isn't now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll meet a new guy. Maybe tomorrow all the snow will melt and I can go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait untill summer comes. I have invites to spend a few weeks in a couple different states, with a couple different cousins.&lt;br /&gt;God, I love my cousins. Most of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for something completely random! "So then of course, I, I had a wank and then left"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19704391-113470216703919362?l=ethereal-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/113470216703919362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19704391&amp;postID=113470216703919362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19704391/posts/default/113470216703919362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19704391/posts/default/113470216703919362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03469892129672753836</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-19704391.post-113417994225985928</id><published>2005-12-09T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:03:53.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the other night I talked to this guy on AIM. We'll call the the guy Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really like Derek. We used to be boyfrend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;But then he cheated on me with a girl, let's call her Cora. I've never met Cora, but from what I hear she's obese, ugly, and a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;That's a real blow to my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that happened months ago. Derek and I are still... friends. Since then him and Cora have broken up, partly because of me. Well, mostly because of me. (Should I feel good or bad about that?)&lt;br /&gt;But now they're back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was saying. I was talking to Derek on AIM, and he said he missed me. He does that alot. (I think he's trying to keep his opportunities open).&lt;br /&gt;Then he said that he's only with Cora because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What? Hurting my feelings never stopped him from breaking up with me. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he felt about me about a month ago, he said I was the best thing that ever happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What? You don't cheat on the best thing that ever happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;His excuse for cheating on me? He wanted sex.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's about a whore and a half there. If he would have stayed with me for another month or so he would have gotten that.&lt;br /&gt;Until then he could just jack off, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm sitting here wondering. Does he really care for me? or is he just keeping things good between so that when Cora dumps him because he's a prick, he'll be able to run to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was getting over him. I still thought about him alot, but it didn't hurt that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But when I was talking to him. Everything just came back. And now I can't &lt;em&gt;stop &lt;/em&gt;thinking about him. And it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I think I'll become a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19704391-113417994225985928?l=ethereal-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/113417994225985928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19704391&amp;postID=113417994225985928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19704391/posts/default/113417994225985928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19704391/posts/default/113417994225985928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethereal-reality.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-other-night-i-talked-to-this-guy-on.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03469892129672753836</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></feed>
