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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:29:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Irony</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s when you smile while you&apos;re crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you tell your parents you&apos;re out with a crazy guy when you&apos;re the one who&apos;s crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you say try to choke yourself and die when you want so much to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you bow to an imaginary audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you say nothing even though you are screaming inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you die on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you make a big deal out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you shrivel up with emotions splattered on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you believe in love and the wickedness of humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when the sun shines at a funeral wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when someone dies laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s when you miss someone you don&apos;t even know.</description>
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  <title>Frustration.</title>
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  <description>The world is driving me crazy. Suddenly an infinite amount of work is dumped on me and I don&apos;t feel like doing it. I must be out of my mind, because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I have really important exams this year and everything I do will affect the turnout of my grades and&lt;br /&gt;b) my teachers will kill me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I better get down to doing it right now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean though. It&apos;s a whirlwind of assignments, pressure, teachers breathing down your neck, the whole stress package. What I&apos;m afraid of is hearing this from my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We don&apos;t talk anymore.&quot; Damn right we don&apos;t. It&apos;s because I&apos;m too busy, having to cope with a deluge of homework every single day, having to meet more and more expectations, wanting to do so much but only accomplishing so little because I fall asleep at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. And again. Et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, secretly, it&apos;s because I can&apos;t be bothered. Out relationship is now on a level of stagnant complacency. We don&apos;t need to do anything to maintain it, we just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve stopped trying. I&apos;ve stopped being the person who initiates every single conversation, going after people&apos;s company like my life depends on it, because, suddenly, I don&apos;t care. At least, until a sentimental twinge emerges. What&apos;s gone wrong? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some people, no matter how hard you try, you know you&apos;ll never get them to open up to you, and vice versa. I guess I haven&apos;t figured out which people I attract or repel, which is why I&apos;m failing Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that&apos;s not it. It&apos;s all about the Chemistry, I guess.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 12:20:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Generic First Post</title>
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  <description>Not much to say.. yet. Just testing how this looks like.</description>
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