<?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-7252364</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as it is, Uncensored...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01173689557734482214</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-7252364.post-108682507435509176</id><published>2004-06-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:58:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Feeling</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it.  You're alone with your boyfriend and having an amazing time just being together in each others arms.  then he has to leave.  and then as you watch him walk to the car you feel it.  that lonely feeling.  You know you're not really alone, but still that's how you feel.  and then you wonder if when you leave he feels the same.  you hope he doesnt and that he does.  its a feeling that no one could possibly like.  i hate it.  i wish he didnt have to leave.  i can no longer wait for it.  the day when we will live together.  will we leave together ever? i think we will.  i want him to be the one i spend the rest of my life with.  will it happen? well i guess that i wont know until it happens.  but right now i am left with the never fleeting lonely feeling that i will overcome by night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252364-108682507435509176?l=uncensored_life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/feeds/108682507435509176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252364&amp;postID=108682507435509176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252364/posts/default/108682507435509176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252364/posts/default/108682507435509176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/2004/06/lonely-feeling.html' title='The Lonely Feeling'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01173689557734482214</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252364.post-108675680244986262</id><published>2004-06-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:53:22.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unending Circle</title><content type='html'>Life is just one big circle.  you fall into a hole with one friend and then climb out finally.  then there you go to another hole with another friend.  as such i had one journal and now i have 5.  it never ends.  lies, deception, all over again.  so since i have 5 i use them to spread truth.  only truth is here.  only truth is me.  Yes, i'm very crude and outward, and please forgive me.  but if it bothers you i really dont care, because all that matters is how i feel about something and if i enjoy it.  Do i enjoy my life? yes i do and so i enjoy this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252364-108675680244986262?l=uncensored_life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/feeds/108675680244986262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252364&amp;postID=108675680244986262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252364/posts/default/108675680244986262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252364/posts/default/108675680244986262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncensored_life.blogspot.com/2004/06/unending-circle.html' title='An Unending Circle'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01173689557734482214</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>
