<?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-10874235</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:15.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters to someone like you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-115106046429996431</id><published>2006-06-23T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:01:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you without knowing how,or when or from where.i love you straight forwardly,without complexities or pride;so i love you because i know no other way then this:where i does not exsist,nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that when you close your eyes,i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit by my window and see my world around.&lt;br /&gt;theres so much chaos and confusion,but i cant hear a sound.&lt;br /&gt;a stranger caught my eye one day,far down below.&lt;br /&gt;we stared at each other.theres so much we want to know.&lt;br /&gt;our days went by slowly,our paths cross now and then.&lt;br /&gt;our eyes became the papers,our minds became the pen.&lt;br /&gt;would you take my hands in yours and guide my through and through?&lt;br /&gt;or would you give me all sweet kisses to find that none are true?&lt;br /&gt;do we chance our hearts too and suffer the consequences later?&lt;br /&gt;or do we chance our hearts to find,theres no love greater?&lt;br /&gt;that magical night have finally come when two souls would combine.&lt;br /&gt;our future now remain to the man above,and the slow process of time.&lt;br /&gt;our first kiss left its imprint deep within my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i found myself hunger for you,but the kiss would do just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-115106046429996431?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/115106046429996431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=115106046429996431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/115106046429996431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/115106046429996431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-you-without-knowing-howor-when.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-114633269424951700</id><published>2006-04-30T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:44:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>train rides with silly billy dances&lt;br /&gt;ballroom dancing on the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;hit you in the head with a fish&lt;br /&gt;bike rides to food eating public places&lt;br /&gt;letters to you,to me&lt;br /&gt;washing dishes&lt;br /&gt;soap and water moments&lt;br /&gt;drive on the phone&lt;br /&gt;lalas on special dawn nights&lt;br /&gt;snap snap cheese&lt;br /&gt;views from my eye to review&lt;br /&gt;butterfly kisses&lt;br /&gt;pushe&lt;br /&gt;skips&lt;br /&gt;emuahs&lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;br /&gt;twinkles&lt;br /&gt;fights&lt;br /&gt;shouts&lt;br /&gt;blinks&lt;br /&gt;walk aways&lt;br /&gt;fingers&lt;br /&gt;feeleys&lt;br /&gt;twenty sevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello beautiful,always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-114633269424951700?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114633269424951700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=114633269424951700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114633269424951700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114633269424951700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2006/04/train-rides-with-silly-billy-dances.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-114597914078309124</id><published>2006-04-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:32:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've cried enough tears yesterday to put the pacific ocean to shame&lt;br /&gt;its hard to be happy when you know you created your own diaster&lt;br /&gt;i dont comb my hair&lt;br /&gt;i dont catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;this was going to mean something&lt;br /&gt;i swear&lt;br /&gt;but then i realise nothing i say comes out the way i mean for it to&lt;br /&gt;this is more real than i can handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i should have known better than to place my heart into the palm of someone who never could keep their hands to themselves. you would think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now when we go through a tunnel,i wish i could be anyone else but myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-114597914078309124?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114597914078309124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-114597751402632510</id><published>2006-04-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:05:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IS FOR LOSERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MESSAGES THAT BRING SMILES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRANK PHONE CALLS THEN LEAVES ME SMILING ALL DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSULTS IN PHONECALLS WHICH I IGNORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody cool guitar playing super handsome plus pretty person,goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-114597751402632510?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114597751402632510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=114597751402632510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114597751402632510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114597751402632510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-for-losers-messages-that-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-114588395558905364</id><published>2006-04-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:05:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smiles after hot long waiting cookies.&lt;br /&gt;how am i to be tiny?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i just really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;sucker free week,&lt;br /&gt;oh poo,tell me what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-114588395558905364?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114588395558905364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-114554895244701781</id><published>2006-04-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:02:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it a touch of frost lies in the air?&lt;br /&gt;why are we haunted with a sense of loss?&lt;br /&gt;we do not wish the pain back or the heat;&lt;br /&gt;and yet,and yet,these days are incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-114554895244701781?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114554895244701781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=114554895244701781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114554895244701781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/114554895244701781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-it-touch-of-frost-lies-in-air-why.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-113336815140370350</id><published>2005-12-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:29:51.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never sulked so much in a half an hour trip before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laa la la la la lala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-113336815140370350?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113336815140370350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=113336815140370350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/113336815140370350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/113336815140370350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-never-sulked-so-much-in-half-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-113290164133577452</id><published>2005-11-25T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:54:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MAIL&lt;br /&gt;i'm insanely happy.&lt;br /&gt;i always knew koreans were smelly,irritating,think pretty girls are boys,give free smokes and are faggots.&lt;br /&gt;not here again for the second year in a row what rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;how about next year my love?&lt;br /&gt;fly here soon so we can have a soap and water session.&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially jobless and pennyless.&lt;br /&gt;friday its off to bangkok with the fellow cocks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also here to declare i have drunkard friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did you know racecar spells racecar backwards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-113290164133577452?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113290164133577452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=113290164133577452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/113290164133577452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/113290164133577452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-mail-im-insanely-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-112486625238616213</id><published>2005-08-24T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:50:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought of a million nice things to do to you today.&lt;br /&gt;bring you a nice chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;attempt to bake it.&lt;br /&gt;wash your plates.&lt;br /&gt;try to make a beautiful star.&lt;br /&gt;smile and not pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate silence and space.three hundred letters to you i'll never give.its more of a self reflection thing.so it came out like fuck.thats just depressing haha.lips were red and i wonder why.absolutely weird.action vague totally hate that.seriously,youre such a jumper.i hope you jump jump jump off the cliff.so i changed the skin.i still hate it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i actually feel this intensity not as in the moment but as in general.oh,i miss you so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come home and we'll crawl under the covers together.listen to each others breathing.i'd like to feel your lnog limbs wrapped around me,your hand between my tighs,your breath on the back of my neck,i'll take time with you,supress my hunger so that i can feel you,feel what you want.can you imagine anything making you happier?i cant.all i want right now isnt even sex.or even kissing.i could be twelve,i could be eighty.the feeling of your fingers tracing up my arm,along my neck breaks me completely and there i am:yours.on the verge of telling you "i love you"when nothing has even happened.and god,i wish you were here.we have everynight to spend together.we have forever or at least until you recede from me.i can feel you pulsing through my blood right now,can you beleive it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112486625238616213?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112486625238616213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112486625238616213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112486625238616213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112486625238616213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought-of-million-nice-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-112315111398490441</id><published>2005-08-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:25:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a boring day lucky there was no teo but boey was enough to annoy the shit out of me.she was being a total ass for switching our places.i guess now on i'll listen more?but i do listen in the first place just dont practice and forget after that.this could happen again.at least i got honey beside me.yes my card picture totally sucks.shocked that i look like a total baby's bottom?you had bfs like that?she said.i'll do anything to protect it the card i mean.i reached home at three plus and left school at 2 plus?thats like practically going home straight after school.i hope the class photo doesnt come out shit.my fingers are so tightly crossed.somethings have been total shit lately but youve been making it all great.makes my head wanna burst when you return letters.i hope you reply though.catherine totally made me laugh so hard today about the whole sly pointing thing,she does it exactly.what can i say mungeeon lah she.hahaha.or shes been secretly learning all his move.i have nothing to wear.you should totally see my pretty panties.lithium's pretty alright.MAN,i could have died of instant laughter due to her total retardedness.damn,cat never fails to make me laugh till my sides split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fattening stuff have to leave my sides.i doubt it'll ever happen though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112315111398490441?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112315111398490441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112315111398490441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112315111398490441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112315111398490441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-was-boring-day-lucky-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-112260177542337681</id><published>2005-07-29T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:49:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I don't feel pretty And i'm tired of trying to fit right in Don't think that you're so great Cause being great must suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty months baby ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112260177542337681?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-112221646739651661</id><published>2005-07-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:47:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'll go paint a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but chances are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will only help me remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112221646739651661?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112221646739651661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112221646739651661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112221646739651661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112221646739651661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-ill-go-paint-picture-so-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-112218695567362917</id><published>2005-07-24T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:40:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photos of us during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;there are more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture128.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/burpshit/Picture076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112218695567362917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos-of-us-during-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-112150188314631114</id><published>2005-07-16T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:43:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i may be a defect,a flaw&lt;br /&gt;but at least youre not the scars that you hide benathe your sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;i am.yes thats how pathetic you are to the extent that i am the scars that you hide beneathe your sleeves. i better stop before i get mean.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not stoop to your level of living proof of lack of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just here to pour out my daily dose of kept thoughts in my head about how smashed up you are which is beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;in case you didnt know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont seem to understand what i tell you&lt;br /&gt;so i add subtitles to my words&lt;br /&gt;and leave them with lipstick smudges&lt;br /&gt;and a sour hint of sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;i dont comprehend your definition of perfect&lt;br /&gt;i just understand that i somehow fall into it&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i cant believe you can somehow actually mean something to someone&lt;br /&gt;but to me youre just something that was never part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'm perfect but since you insist,i'll live with it.&lt;br /&gt;haha come on,not like its a bad thing aye? haha&lt;br /&gt;youre a defect&lt;br /&gt;a flaw&lt;br /&gt;a blemish&lt;br /&gt;an impurity&lt;br /&gt;something to look down upon&lt;br /&gt;a mirror image of everything you said you'd never be&lt;br /&gt;stick your finger down your throat&lt;br /&gt;see if you can pull up&lt;br /&gt;some of that thin black smudge lining&lt;br /&gt;between intergity and whats left of your pathetic self&lt;br /&gt;from your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop going around proclaiming youre some depressed person. you might disagree till you heart pops out but you potray yourself to be just that.stop going around acting like someone just ripped your organs right out of your body and called them worthless and reconfirmed those insecurities.all this cause of what?a freaking heartbreak?damn right youre so pathetic that you actually need someone to remind you to breathe and it wasnt necessary for you to feel obligated to me.i was unbearable to put up with but some dumb fuck actually did.just incase you didnt know,that dumbfuck is you.i cant help it if youre so emotionally attached to the idea of forever i cant wait to build you a corner wait, make that four so that you can ball your eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your finger on your pulse because mountains are being moved by it and keep your heart on your sleeve because it helps me to appreciate something that seemed so intangible before and keep your hopes in a paper cup because it makes them easier to dispose of when you eventually realise hope has gone out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you falling face-fuckin-first&lt;br /&gt;into the ground&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to never get up&lt;br /&gt;because that requires moving on&lt;br /&gt;and knowing you&lt;br /&gt;you dont have the ability to do so&lt;br /&gt;now call me nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not some kind of dumb fuck whos time is being inevitably wasted on false pretences and falling into a love that has you so elated that all you can do is just sit in the dark and hope that the person youre oggling over actually notices your presence.&lt;br /&gt;this can never be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;You define predicaments in ink and in infatuation but you forget everything that isn't irony and leave stains dredged across things we'd rather not remember.i lied to myself and said this was for the best but if iwas in my right state of mind i would smash your guts out or a smarter thought from baby,get someone to do it for me.youre lucky that i never even made your life a living hell and never laid a thought on it but to know that i messed your insides makes me feel so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;so you hear that quiet sound?&lt;br /&gt;thats you dying in the inside&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be free but loving hate too much to do so&lt;br /&gt;thats exactly how youre gonna be when i'm done with you and if you disagree to it&lt;br /&gt;you'll just be in denial.&lt;br /&gt;they say sugar is the best substitute i hope you think so too so you'll get so fat that you'll get stuck MAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we'll all know how this i gonna end&lt;br /&gt;i've got this down to a fine science&lt;br /&gt;involving my fist&lt;br /&gt;and your arrogance&lt;br /&gt;and a blood stain on the carpet&lt;br /&gt;to remind you how i feel about&lt;br /&gt;this whole situation&lt;br /&gt;involving you in ways&lt;br /&gt;that turn my skin into itch&lt;br /&gt;and my breath into sawdust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps i think i confused your heart with one of my mechanic playthings that you crack open and smash around its insides with a hammer.i could set you straight with a flick of my fist girl or maybe hers and it wasnt meant to be a pun.my baby isnt a dumb fuck go look in the mirror, see that image reflecting back? well, there you go! an example of a dumb fuck.there are meteorshowers in your hair and goosebumps in your veins and i'm still wondering when you'll ever think of something clever to say.and its great to know i've affected you so muchwihtout much effort that mediacorp was ready to report a virgin suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youve got a thing for bad written words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disassemble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby youre my raison d'etre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn ahah so action highclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112150188314631114?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112150188314631114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112150188314631114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112150188314631114'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112143524254150303?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112143524254150303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112143524254150303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112143524254150303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112143524254150303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/wait-min-this-is-so-not-worth-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-112109166765771664</id><published>2005-07-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:21:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeee bitchy bitchy bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked in the rain for five mintues today and now i am sneezing non stop and waiting for oh so sweet june to print the english.gen cant connect and i'm almost falling alseep.i'm so damn tired but i cant go and must must help her.i'm so happy i could cry.the message made me so happy i could squish your face and kiss you till you lips get sore.it is rainbows and butterflies it makes me wanna smile at everyone that looks my way and i heard it makes someone even more happier i'm so full of happy happy yays then i'm about to burst smiles.that was so rubbish.right now i miss you so how weird is that?i thought i wouldnt but no soap no water for?yonks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bang bang of the gun i regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-112109166765771664?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112109166765771664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=112109166765771664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112109166765771664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/112109166765771664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/eeeeeeeee-bitchy-bitchy-bitchy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111874929638216024</id><published>2005-06-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:41:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poo poo face,come online so we can talk about soap and water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111874929638216024?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111874929638216024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111874929638216024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111874929638216024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111874929638216024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/06/poo-poo-facecome-online-so-we-can-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111744438456117618</id><published>2005-05-30T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:13:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've done nothing productive these three days.i've been rotting at home doing nothing.i've been so absolutely bored i'm just waiting.so i took this shit test which came with a conclusion that theres a fourtysix percent chance that i'll go to hell.damn i think the percentage should be higher then that.it also came with a conclusion that i'll die choking on a cookie in bed.due to my gluttony and lust.it said twenty percent lust.but if you see it you'll think hell no its more hahha.my deadly sin ahahha.its more then that.i've really been so bored its literally killing me.i've done nothing but pester you with calls which end with a i dont feel like talking on the phone.i dont either and i know you dont its just that damn i'm so boredddddd ! so i put down the phone and let you do your STUFF. hahaha.wait,that wasnt even funny.i've done nothing but smell myself and eat grass for the power on invisibility.it isnt even working.but wait,i wouldnt know cause well theres no one to test in on cause i've only been HOME WITH NOONE.&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;hahaah so much for happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kiss me and stop me from shaking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111744438456117618?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-111720279576148033</id><published>2005-05-27T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:06:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD PLEASE HELP ME,MAKE IT STOP,MAKE IT STOP.&lt;br /&gt;blood drips from my hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111720279576148033?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111720279576148033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111720279576148033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to your breathing in the night,feel your liquid eyes drinking me in,tickle you,tease you,curl up inside you.i want you to curl up inside me feel love, love,love.trust,softness,vulneralbility openess.&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with you its just pure fun fun fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111708849933405661?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111708849933405661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111708849933405661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111615639401142217?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111615639401142217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111615639401142217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111615639401142217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111615639401142217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-make-my-heart-flutter-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111615596388916653</id><published>2005-05-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:19:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for fucken's sake &lt;strong&gt;exams are over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected myself to jump in rejoice after the last paper but no one did and that includes me.the worst part is yet to come.i felt liek someone was being a total whore make that a total fake.sheesh i feel so blardy bad for saying that.i had a bunch to spill but i guess i dont know how to start and form them into pretty sentences without guilt for everyones viewing.&lt;br /&gt;i think i make sad sad jokes.aint that just sad?god dammit.i'm so damn lucky.time and time again i got away with staying out so late i feel guilt punching into my every damn vein telling me to stop my shit to her.and yet i still wanna be this ego bitch who refuses a conversation with her mother.it gets weirder when we pretend we're strangers on the same bus.its been a month or so?i feels so damn good.i feel good so damn good.but then again i know all good things come to an end so i'm just waiting for that dreadful day.we met in town at long johns and i offically became an aunty?come on man,do i dress that bad &lt;strong&gt;BABY&lt;/strong&gt;? the took shots and i stood outside what can i say?i'm not a great fan of pictures in a booth where you have to look your best in order not to waste someone else's money where you have to squeeze to get your picture taken and it normally turns out like crap?they looked gorgeous though.we cabbed home.in the cab it felt like peanut butter and jelly.a great combo.i was set on leaving at two but i guess i knew it would drag and we fell asleep.cries and moans.&lt;br /&gt;BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY. i could get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i craved it i got it.&lt;strong&gt;ROTI PRATA BABY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i can hear memories in my ears back to the years and all of those tears but hear me when i say i'm glad because we are here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111615596388916653?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111615596388916653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111615596388916653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of wet tissue,bus tickets and little pieces of wet paper.i'm digusted already just typing this out as i imagine it in my head.god dammit.i'm falling in love with that song.oh venus you bumless asshole.its believable that youer gonna turn.it aint no big deal thats what i think to a certain extent.babe me gen and miko were in macs and that was when gen decided to spit pearls into her panadol plastic thing.i swear it was fucking gross boy.that girl's a nutcase.we were wating for van but she didnt show so we went over and then bbq pit.van came after that.we were all apprarently supposed to be sheltered from the rain but all of us were getting drenched.van was so fucking funny i swear.i think shes mental la.&lt;br /&gt;i had a good massage.gen was attempting to study but her paper was damn damnwet shes an idiot i must say ahaha.but it was funny la.the floor was beggining to flood it was raining like mad and she came to a conclusion that it was due to her singing.NONSENSE LA.&lt;br /&gt;i still think he wanted to bathe la.we sat there for awhile and then planned our way to head to their tuition without an umbrella and trying to not get wet.gen had a fit maha.crying fit omg damn stoopid and babe recorded it what the fuck.hahaha.i never saw us on video before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything feels right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111530516498913857?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111530516498913857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10874235.post-111495838618849277</id><published>2005-05-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:39:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i am like uninspiration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll bite these words back down&lt;br /&gt;because with melted lipstick&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much i could say&lt;br /&gt;that wouldnt hurt for you days&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still finding it difficult&lt;br /&gt;to follow your intricate patterns&lt;br /&gt;of laothing me and ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;and asking me why&lt;br /&gt;how i love the voice you potray through this cord&lt;br /&gt;but the person on the other end&lt;br /&gt;is what i need more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111495838618849277?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111495838618849277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111495838618849277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111495838618849277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111495838618849277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-like-uninspiration_01.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111468561741506510</id><published>2005-04-28T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:57:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me,so wont you kill me so i die happy.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaking routine.just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lines that are dividing&lt;br /&gt;too much of what we want to be&lt;br /&gt;and there are smiles too empty to be faked over the phone lines&lt;br /&gt;and it gets tiring to try so hard all the time&lt;br /&gt;and it gets painful to hurt over&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that can make it all okay.&lt;br /&gt;this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.if this shaking isnt indicating enough maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it would help for me to scream it in your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until it finally sinks in that i am much too scared for intimacy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for my own good because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be your everything but it takes time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to get over this highlit insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIT ME OUT DEAR,I'LL SUCK YOU BACK IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111427367801394919</id><published>2005-04-24T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:27:58.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly miss you like fuck.i guess cause its dark and i'm missing your bed.i'm such a fucktard i ought to shut up.hopefully its soon.i'm not being mean but i want it so bad.i need it so bad.the popping is irrtating the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetest sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111427367801394919?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111427367801394919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111427367801394919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111427367801394919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111427367801394919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-suddenly-miss-you-like-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111400400267848707</id><published>2005-04-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:33:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many times I've let you down.So many times I've played around.I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing.Every place I go, I think of you.Every song I sing, I sing for you.When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring.So kiss me and smile for me.Tell me that you'll wait for me.Hold me like you'll never let me go.'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane.I don't know when I'll be back again.Oh, babe, I hate to go.Now the time has come to leave you,One more time, oh, let me kiss you And close your eyes and I'll be on my way.Dream about the days to come,When I won't have to leave alone.About the times that I won't have to say.Oh, kiss me and smile for me.Tell me that you'll wait for me.Hold me like you'll never let me go.Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane.I don't know when I'll be back again.Oh, babe, I hate to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've listened to this song a million times but it never sounded so good until that day.omfg i'm full of shit as usual.for once,i shall actually talk about how it was today.met babe and gen after school,met vincent to buy for us,walked to caltex.i changed to slippers and i need to paint my nails.that reminds me,i need to keep my finger nails long long long so it'll be super gorgeous.they said the watch sucks on me.oh,well.but i really do like it so much so much.we sat on twelve made our way to pasir ris drive 3.slept for awhile and they headed for tuition.i was starving and damn thirsty on my way home.this time,i didnt miss my busstop.i hate to walk.came home ate, watched gilmore girls.did my art and screwed it up like fuck i'm really lazy.well fuck it.i'll put in more effort for the midyear paper and promise not to screw up the final piece.now,i'm waiting for babe to come online shes probably doing STUFF. sheesh ahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do i fair on blogging about my day?informative enough?&lt;br /&gt;i think i did well and i did this cause all say i dont talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like people who let me jump on them. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111400400267848707?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111400400267848707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111400400267848707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111400400267848707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111400400267848707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-so-many-times-ive-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111365537335228080</id><published>2005-04-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:50:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home today eventhough moliee jeremy joys me and venus supposed to have dinner i guess? i'm not sure hahas.but whatever it is,i'm in the stay home listen to songs and use the com kind of mood.joys called to go tanning.like fuck man?never never tanning again.remember the peeling of skin when bored days? hahahas.that was fucking shit boy.i realised i havent been blogging but i dont think anyone actually reads my shit do they?lets hope no one does ahahas.besides,who would want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy me black beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can hear the memories in my ears&lt;br /&gt;back to the years and all of those tears&lt;br /&gt;but hear me when i say i'm glad cause we're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every song i sing i sing for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111365537335228080?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111365537335228080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111365537335228080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111365537335228080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111365537335228080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-home-today-eventhough-moliee-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111340218003944543</id><published>2005-04-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:23:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know.i dont know anymore.i hate when i dont know what i'm thinking,just dont know and yet i think so much and still dont find the damn answer.it gets you all fustrated tired and shit.i just dont know anymore.it bugs the shit out of me.i might even be saying shit now?cause i'm not in the "i'm here to spill" mood.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew i wish i knew.but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;you being happy makes me happy?but isnt that a very stoopid thing?&lt;br /&gt;dammit i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i just really dont know what to say i wish i knew what to say but fuck fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i  had to result to that.i wihs i knew how to react,how to act,how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i warned you i had an attraction to saying things i dont mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111340218003944543?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111340218003944543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111340218003944543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111340218003944543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111340218003944543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111193342742366406</id><published>2005-03-27T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:23:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i was something but i was nothing,nothing to you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fucking hurts when this happens.you dont know it cause i never do tell.it hurts that we're apart.i dont even know what i'm saying.i said i was happy.i suggested it.but each time i see you,i miss you more.you made it so clear,you made it so clear you didnt feel for me anymore.it was all lies.lies i loved lies that made me fall for you.i'm such a fucking fool.&lt;br /&gt;thats seriously hysterical blindness if you get what i mean.i thought it meant something but i guess i thought wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111193342742366406?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111193342742366406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111193342742366406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111193342742366406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111193342742366406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-thought-i-was-something-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111182493585812389</id><published>2005-03-26T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:15:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beauty reaerly surpasses distance&lt;br /&gt;but our bodies are full of static charge&lt;br /&gt;and late night talks over cigerettes&lt;br /&gt;and miles of roads that cease to end&lt;br /&gt;prove that time cant stall&lt;br /&gt;even the deepest of attraction&lt;br /&gt;and personal confessions&lt;br /&gt;we've been longing to spill&lt;br /&gt;locked between our collar bones and ribs&lt;br /&gt;we can sceam meaning by whispering secrets&lt;br /&gt;over scratchy speakers&lt;br /&gt;and eye contact that leave us filled&lt;br /&gt;with a desire to envelope&lt;br /&gt;this into something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.dyas go by and i still think of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111182493585812389?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111182493585812389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111182493585812389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111182493585812389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111182493585812389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/beauty-reaerly-surpasses-distance-but.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111157516211471723</id><published>2005-03-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:11:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm always seeing the people and things that are two inches away from my face,what i'd like to do would be to see the things that are important,significant,blazing stars,long life influences.too often those things (and people)get taken for granted,receed into the background.i feel so deeply loved by you.and i love you so much back.all thorugh my life youve been there to spoil me,treasure me and as i've gotten older,you've become my friend,someone i can talk to,to confide in.my mum always reminds me that there are people that are completely,basically good.and that you are one of them.it feels so good everytime i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is love just trust respect and admiration?trust is so easy,it takes nothing more then not minding being hurt.respect is maybe the hardest of the three,but there is usually some aspect of any and everyone that you can respect.admiration is the easiest its like who doesnt?i do even if its just cause they're are more of a wreck then i am,so extreme?so all the above is easy,but in the end there isnt many people that i even like and lesser people that i can even talk to.but it turns out maybe you're one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blindness aint funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111157516211471723?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111157516211471723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111157516211471723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111157516211471723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111157516211471723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-always-seeing-people-and-things.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111131423326222594</id><published>2005-03-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:23:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm weak in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;.you've got your hand in my pocket and my heart on your sleeve and a smile that always gets to me.you can stay tonight,make everything alright.i have an addiction to running away.i have an attration to saying words i dont mean.i have a problem with finding conversation.i have a craving for some smoothness hitting the back of my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get me drunk,i'll wear a fucking dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111131423326222594?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111131423326222594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111131423326222594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111131423326222594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111131423326222594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-weak-in-knees.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111090563319455560</id><published>2005-03-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:53:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sew this up with threads of reason and regret&lt;br /&gt;so i will not forget,i will not forget&lt;br /&gt;how this felt one year six months ago&lt;br /&gt;i know i cannt forget,i cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;follow me there&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful somewhere&lt;br /&gt;a place that i can share with you&lt;br /&gt;i can tell that you dont know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;its easy to forget,sometimes we just forget&lt;br /&gt;and being on this road is anythig but sure&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll forget,i hope we wont forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corny but true,i wanna be the reason you smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111090563319455560?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111090563319455560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111090563319455560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111090563319455560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111090563319455560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/sew-this-up-with-threads-of-reason-and.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111071165543290073</id><published>2005-03-13T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:00:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i simplydont have any words waiting to&lt;br /&gt;be spun into intricate sentences&lt;br /&gt;strung across this black and grey screen&lt;br /&gt;spilling my feelings&lt;br /&gt;for everyone to view&lt;br /&gt;and its not that i've stopped feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i've stopped feeling the urge&lt;br /&gt;to share them with strangers eyes&lt;br /&gt;and throwing myself out for judgement&lt;br /&gt;and if you look closely&lt;br /&gt;this is not even a poem&lt;br /&gt;not a good-bye,just a lets wait a while and sees where this takes us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i hurt you i'm sorry please dont think this was easy.-piyneg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111071165543290073?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111071165543290073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111071165543290073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111071165543290073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111071165543290073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes-i-simplydont-have-any-words.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111019692903161211</id><published>2005-03-07T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:02:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We drive tonight and you are by my side we're talking about our lives like we've known each other forever the time flies by with the sound of your voice its close to paradise with the end surely near and if I could only stop the car and hold onto you and never let go I'll never let go as we round the corner to your house you turned to me and said "I'll be going through withdrawl of you for this one night we have spent" and I want to speak these words but I guess I'll just bite my tongue and except someday, somehow as the words that we'll hang from And I, I don't want to speak these words cause I, I don't want to make things any worse Why does tonight have to end Why don't we hit restart and pause it at our favorite parts we'll skip the goodbyes If I had it my way I'l turn the car around and run away just you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111019692903161211?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111019692903161211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111019692903161211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111019692903161211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111019692903161211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-drive-tonight-and-you-are-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-111019199345023293</id><published>2005-03-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:39:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speak to me tell me something so typical a lullaby or something so miserable that will keep me up at night cross out my eyes i know you planned it you know i love you and i cant stand it we just lost control lie to me give me something worth living for tell me a reason worht fighting for give me anything worth living for tell me a reason worth dying for give me anything anything to keep me breathing lie to me tell me stories so beautiful an epic,or somethingso terrible that it makes me weep cross out these days on your calendar it hurts me so much and i'm not quite sure i care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love waits,whats fucking bull shit. (X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-111019199345023293?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/111019199345023293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=111019199345023293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111019199345023293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/111019199345023293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/03/speak-to-me-tell-me-something-so.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-110907667069824494</id><published>2005-02-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:51:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just need one kiss more&lt;br /&gt;one more meeting of your lips to mine tonight beacuse this day is melting into tomorrow at the same pace my heart melts when your eyes meet mine and i dont know how much longer i can say but i know it wont change anything the longest distance between two hearts is a state line a border an unsurpassable boundary.that still wont hold back the heart in my chest that beats for you anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-110907667069824494?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/110907667069824494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=110907667069824494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110907667069824494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110907667069824494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-need-one-kiss-more-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-110899492973480531</id><published>2005-02-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:08:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much obliged.</title><content type='html'>time carries itself through every decision i have made and regret tells me that it has no answers but uncertainty so i should learn to take things as they come ad i have nothing in me that allows me to oblidge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common ground.&lt;br /&gt;i am defined by weakness and it sits in the pit of my sotmach and glares at me from beaneath dissastifaction.its late.where have you been?that makes your eyes look so heavy and your motions seem so distant?i am shivering in my bones and realizing i'm not really as alone as i convince myself to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(move me please,i need it like you wouldnt believe it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-110899492973480531?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/110899492973480531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=110899492973480531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110899492973480531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110899492973480531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/much-obliged.html' title='much obliged.'/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-110871907825933442</id><published>2005-02-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:32:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im moody.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna cheer me up or nort?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LIES&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOUR BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOUR SWEET TALK&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THOSE LATE NIGHT PHONE CALLS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THOSE TOUCHY FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THOSE LOVER GIRL STARES&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THE NEXT GIRL WHO KISSES YOU DIES FROM YOUR POISONED LIPS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling LOADS better&lt;br /&gt;gee,it rocks balls,getting this out&lt;br /&gt;of my system&lt;br /&gt;HAYAAKKK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-110871907825933442?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/feeds/110871907825933442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10874235&amp;postID=110871907825933442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110871907825933442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10874235/posts/default/110871907825933442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>taking back every word that i said</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925558228124033964</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-10874235.post-110856232976384640</id><published>2005-02-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:58:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a letter to someone like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10874235-110856232976384640?l=suicidenotesbutterflykisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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