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My other blog is this
http://outlineoflove.tumblr.com/</description><title>Have Faith In Me.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @meghasasecretblog)</generator><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I don&amp;#8217;t want the affection because, yeah, it does make me feel unworthy.
I&amp;#8217;m fed up of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t want the affection because, yeah, it does make me feel unworthy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up of the relationship comments.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up of &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;relationship comments.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up of the feeling of being in one, but knowing I&amp;#8217;m not good enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up of the constant feeling of being used.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up of being told how to feel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m fed up with the &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;you&amp;#8217;re beautiful&amp;#8217; &amp;#8216;I love you&amp;#8217; &lt;/em&gt;texts, without it even having any meaning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yet, I love every single little part of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wouldn&amp;#8217;t change you. I couldn&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m content without the affection, without a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I miss the cuddles and kisses, the feeling of being wanted and special to someone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s just misleading.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s just not right.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/9096286966</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/9096286966</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 18:29:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>And the truth is, I hate myself, from head to toe.Inside and out.No one is able to change my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And the truth is, I hate myself, from head to toe.&lt;br/&gt;Inside and out.&lt;br/&gt;No one is able to change my opinion, and rarely do I feel good enough for anyone, in any form. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/7462390343</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/7462390343</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 15:09:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Everybody comments that we&amp;#8217;re basically like a couple.In reality, we&amp;#8217;re not.Never set...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everybody comments that we&amp;#8217;re basically like a couple.&lt;br/&gt;In reality, we&amp;#8217;re not.&lt;br/&gt;Never set out to be.&lt;br/&gt;Never will end that way.&lt;br/&gt;I wish people would stop comparing us as a couple.&lt;br/&gt;It only makes me feel that much more less.&lt;br/&gt;That much more unworthy.&lt;br/&gt;That much more lonely. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/6484025336</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/6484025336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 05:44:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This is the 7th week now not sleeping properly, and it&amp;#8217;s starting to get me down, things...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is the 7th week now not sleeping properly, and it&amp;#8217;s starting to get me down, things started to become shit at home again, which makes me think more about other things in general, so i don&amp;#8217;t talk as much.&lt;br/&gt;I haven&amp;#8217;t really since new years.&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t laugh much anymore, because i find it hard to think of most things people say is funny. My humor has changed, theres little i can do about that.&lt;br/&gt;I find it hard to smile without a reason anymore, because of people, because of situations, because i have no reason to.&lt;br/&gt;To try and find my smile and laughter, i joke about everything, but that&amp;#8217;s how i cover everything up. It&amp;#8217;s like I&amp;#8217;ve forgotten how to.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m broke. I have no way of getting money. I try for jobs, i look most nights, but most places clash with school hours.&lt;br/&gt;I may spend a lot of my money now going to see him, but thats because i miss him.&lt;br/&gt;I spend most my time doing school work now, because it just builds up.&lt;br/&gt;The other half of my time, i&amp;#8217;m cleaning my house, or generally helping my parents with things.&lt;br/&gt;Most the time i feel lonely, mostly without my friends being around, but somtimes, even with, i still feel empty.&lt;br/&gt;I feel like i don&amp;#8217;t fit in.&lt;br/&gt;I feel like i&amp;#8217;m never good enough.&lt;br/&gt;I always have done. But recently more than ever.&lt;br/&gt;The only time i&amp;#8217;m content is when i&amp;#8217;m asleep. Which is hardly.&lt;br/&gt;This making me in a bad mood during the day because of the lack of it, and its only just caught up with me.&lt;br/&gt;I know that when i&amp;#8217;m tired i snap at people, i try not to. I never mean to. And i am sorry for this.&lt;br/&gt;And even I&amp;#8217;ve been told that I&amp;#8217;ve held my moods better than i have done.&lt;br/&gt;I miss people, i miss how they use to be, i miss things, i miss being able to smile and laugh at everything.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m different to how i use to be, I&amp;#8217;ve grown up more.&lt;br/&gt;So, yes, I&amp;#8217;ve changed.&lt;br/&gt;But you see, i&amp;#8217;m not happy.&lt;br/&gt;I haven&amp;#8217;t been for a while now.&lt;br/&gt;So i guess you can say, no, i&amp;#8217;m not me anymore.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry that I&amp;#8217;ve affected you all.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry for what I&amp;#8217;ve become.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/4310785960</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/4310785960</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 10:18:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Still really dont understand why you add everyone you dont really know and claim to be like their...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Still really dont understand why you add everyone you dont really know and claim to be like their best friend.&lt;br/&gt;Youre a prick at the best of times.&lt;br/&gt;Your opinions are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; high and, completely incorrect.&lt;br/&gt;Yes, opinions cannot be wrong, but when it comes down to your reasoning, yes, there is nothing correct, or even stable enough to prove your point.&lt;br/&gt;You had the nerv to prejudge &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;best friend.&lt;br/&gt;Yet youve never spoken to him. Only a few have met him, and only a couple of those even spoke to him. They are the &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;ones that are allowed any form of an opinion on him.&lt;br/&gt;This just showing that you’ve judged him when im not most pleased with him, and ive got pissy at my phone.&lt;br/&gt;But still went out of your way to check up on him the other week?&lt;br/&gt;Funny that, because not even i give a shit what his facebook says, and im the one thats meant to care what he’s got to say.&lt;br/&gt;And now, you’re acting like youre really close to one of my other friends.&lt;br/&gt;Are you actually that dim? &lt;br/&gt;It doesnt mean youre friends because youve met them a few times, this doesnt straight away mean that they enjoyed your company, nor does it mean they want to have any contact with you.&lt;br/&gt;Its just numbers to you.&lt;br/&gt;It doesnt mean anything&lt;br/&gt;In the end, its just to make it look like your popular&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3523954671</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3523954671</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 10:34:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Yes. Ok.Im still unsure of what ive done is right, or was even worth it.Hence the reason it took...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes. Ok.&lt;br/&gt;Im still unsure of what ive done is right, or was even worth it.&lt;br/&gt;Hence the reason it took forever to me to make up my mind.&lt;br/&gt;I read everything you wrote on saturday when i was &lt;em&gt;asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You said you was confused about us, because we&amp;#8217;ve always been close.&lt;br/&gt;Theres not much to get though?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Never really talk anymore, anyway. Reason for why i think we&amp;#8217;ll go tits up.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3489644212</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3489644212</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 17:03:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Yeah, im fully aware of the fact ive fucked up a friendship.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yeah, im fully aware of the fact ive fucked up a friendship.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3446615254</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3446615254</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 12:23:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh. Ok.So I was the reason that happened. Thats nice reading about it.Ofc. We&amp;#8217;ll never go tits...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh. Ok.&lt;br/&gt;So I was the reason that happened. Thats nice reading about it.&lt;br/&gt;Ofc. We&amp;#8217;ll never go tits up.&lt;br/&gt;Questionable.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3429311424</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3429311424</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 15:04:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>So, i havent slept properly since Monday because of things happening, and when i do sleep its only...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, i havent slept properly since Monday because of things happening, and when i do sleep its only lightly, and im woken up easily.&lt;br/&gt;I now don&amp;#8217;t have any contact with my Gran, but for reasons no one understands fully.&lt;br/&gt;All i want is to go away for a few days, and disappear.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3217206424</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3217206424</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 11:06:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;d like to actually see my best friends.But that never happens.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;d like to actually see my best friends.&lt;br/&gt;But that never happens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3144883030</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3144883030</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2011 10:46:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Honestly</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This week, getting everything out of my system has helped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The most smallest things have started to make me smile again. Down to lizzi jumping on me in sociology on wednesday, to Georgia sending me a random message just saying &amp;#8216;smile&amp;#8217;.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve cleared everything i wanted to this week.&lt;br/&gt;Maybe thats all i needed was to say what i needed to.&lt;br/&gt;This blog before i started to follow everyone had 107 posts.&lt;br/&gt;I deleted everything to start afresh.&lt;br/&gt;And now, i honestly feel like im becoming happier.&lt;br/&gt;I know i hurt people, i don&amp;#8217;t mean to, i never intend to.&lt;br/&gt;I know i make people feel like a shit friend when i say things. I never want you to feel like that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know i don&amp;#8217;t say it often, but im greatful, for every last thing my friends do for me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3106695174</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3106695174</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2011 12:17:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have this friend, who is a size 6/8, and it confuses me to why she wants to drop more weight. Her...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have this friend, who is a size 6/8, and it confuses me to why she wants to drop more weight. Her smile shines when she is truely happy, but recently she&amp;#8217;s been depressed because she thinks she&amp;#8217;s &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; i don&amp;#8217;t understand how someone who is so thin can even begin to think she has too much meat on her bones. She always complains that she can never find size 6&amp;#8217;s. Thats enough encouragment for anyone to start eating more. But no. She doesn&amp;#8217;t find the interest in food. I don&amp;#8217;t eat much granted, and my weight is stupidly unstedy all the time. But for her to turn round to me today and tell me that she thinks she would be happier &lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt; explaining to her what she see&amp;#8217;s in the media, and what her modeling agency brainwashes her to think, isn&amp;#8217;t correct. When i told her that i use to be 16 and dropped down to an 8/10 now, she asked me why i decided to do something about my weight, and if im happier now than to what i was. To an extent i am happy, because i&amp;#8217;ve gained alot more confidence in my body. But then on top of that, i feel sick that i allowed people to drum into my head i was &lt;em&gt;ugly &lt;/em&gt;and over weight. I wasn&amp;#8217;t over weight, i was healthy. I was alot more healthier compared to what i am now. She went on and told me that i shouldnt of changed myself because of what others thought. When people tell me things like this, it makes me think to why they dont take their own advice sometimes. I get that sometimes people do it so they are made happier, and it may boost their confidence and such, but is it worth it? Is it worth slipping down to a 4?&lt;br/&gt;People in the media put on so much make-up to make themselves look natural. Theyre then photoshoped. That isn&amp;#8217;t beauty. That isn&amp;#8217;t right. Society has grown into something ugly, and disgusting.&lt;br/&gt;At the moment she is explaining to me that she hasn&amp;#8217;t been getting as many modelling jobs as she use to, because she did put on slight weight since last summer. She&amp;#8217;s only 16, and this is her &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;dream job&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217; her dream job is to being ill. To become fake and false. To slap on so much cack on her face that it weighs her true beauty down.&lt;br/&gt;I just wish people could see that what they are without the cover ups, without the need of computers, without the need of spending so much money on nothing that, that is their real and true beauty. Underneath everything that place upon their faces.&lt;br/&gt;Everything they apply is just a cover of the truth.&lt;br/&gt;To trick people into thinking their attractive.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3072388689</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3072388689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 15:10:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I feel lonely most the times.I&amp;#8217;m not sure why. I just feel distant with most the people i...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I feel lonely most the times.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure why. I just feel distant with most the people i know. Because i&amp;#8217;ve held everything back.&lt;br/&gt;I try tell people, but they just try talking me out of the way im thinking. Maybe i am too stubborn sometimes, and maybe my opinion isn&amp;#8217;t right. But the fact that, this feeling just stays there. It never changes.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure completely why i do.&lt;br/&gt;I write most the things i want to say to people out, and back space them, because in the back of my head i just have this voice &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;they wouldnt even care&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217; so i come up with some other crap to say.&lt;br/&gt;I know most of what i think isn&amp;#8217;t true, beause you all say youre always there if i need someone. I&amp;#8217;m just not sure about it, sometimes i just think people are saying it to be nice, not because they actually want to listen.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3070187625</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3070187625</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 13:00:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Im getting bored of feeling like shit all the time.Reason i&amp;#8217;ve started to be more open with...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Im getting bored of feeling like shit all the time.&lt;br/&gt;Reason i&amp;#8217;ve started to be more open with everyone, is because its one of the things that is getting me down. Keeping everything so close to me, and not letting anything get out, just so i spare their feelings.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll still end up doing it either way, but its a start.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3070067183</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3070067183</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 12:53:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>But i do still believe every word i said before.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But i do still believe every word i said before.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055578436</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055578436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 17:45:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>In 4 months and 3 days, i will have known you for 2 years exactly.Within these 2 years, i&amp;#8217;ve...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In 4 months and 3 days, i will have known you for 2 years exactly.&lt;br/&gt;Within these 2 years, i&amp;#8217;ve met you three times, and each time, i&amp;#8217;ve became more confident in front of you.&lt;br/&gt;The first time, i wasn&amp;#8217;t that bothered that you went, would have just been nice to spend more time with you.&lt;br/&gt;The second, was the same, but i started to miss you after the 4th month after went by.&lt;br/&gt;The third time, i started to miss you after a couple of hours? I think thats because i spent longer with you.&lt;br/&gt;In all honesty, i like missing you, because youre worth the wait when i do see you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055570615</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055570615</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 17:44:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>You share with me most things, i know you don&amp;#8217;t tell me everything, because you think...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You share with me &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;things, i know you don&amp;#8217;t tell me everything, because you think you&amp;#8217;d mess with my head.&lt;br/&gt;If im honest, you did nothing with my thoughts, i can mess with my own without the help.&lt;br/&gt;But when you say things like &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;you don&amp;#8217;t need my baggage&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217; why do you expect me to tell you everything back. You don&amp;#8217;t need mine either.&lt;br/&gt;I remember this so clearly, you told me;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t care about your opinion of me because you don&amp;#8217;t know me. Youre just some girl off the net&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That wasn&amp;#8217;t even two years ago.&lt;br/&gt;I now know you, i know how you think, i know how your head works, and i notice what mood your in most of the time.&lt;br/&gt;Yet you still hold back, even though what you tell me doesnt surprise me, or isnt exactly new news.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When i told you to read this blog and not to talk to me after you read it all, it was mainly so you would take notice of what i&amp;#8217;m saying properly, and not question me over what i&amp;#8217;m saying or feeling. Having you shove comments in when i&amp;#8217;m trying to tell you stuff, just means i shut up faster, means you don&amp;#8217;t learn anything. You may know the most about me, but thats because of words. Because you can&amp;#8217;t ignore my texts, you&amp;#8217;ll end up reading them at some point. But the disadvantage towards it, is that you can change the subject, or you take it as a joke meaning i just go along with it. Most of the things you don&amp;#8217;t take me seriously on, i don&amp;#8217;t mean them to be funny, i honestly think it?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055063938</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3055063938</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 17:16:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m just waiting for your thoughts, to see if my view will then turnaround.
I&amp;#8217;m not sure...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just waiting for your thoughts, to see if my view will then turnaround.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure how to explain in words, at all.&lt;br/&gt;But i&amp;#8217;m going to try.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I still believe every word i&amp;#8217;ve written, theres not much that can change my opinion.&lt;br/&gt;When youre on the phone and you laugh, you laugh properly, unless youre drunk, but then when i&amp;#8217;m with you or youre on skype, you giggle, and never notice if youre smiling.&lt;br/&gt;Just sitting and watching films, you was smiling the whole time. Never did i look at you and it wasnt there. That made me happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You only really seemed &lt;em&gt;happy &lt;/em&gt;when we were left to ourselves. Because as soon as one of our phones rang, you sighed, every time.&lt;br/&gt;You started to get pissy with me when Dean rang that one night. I wasn&amp;#8217;t impressed with him phoning at such a time either, but its rude to ignore. And yes, your phone didnt bother me in the slightest, because youre allowed to talk to others.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ive told you before how sometimes it feels like once youre bored of people you move onto me, and when i do have your full attention at stupid hours, when i should be sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you left you sent me these:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;em&gt;when we were at the zoo, the thing i loved most was the fact it felt like we were a happy couple? i know thats weird but it made me happy&amp;#8217;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;em&gt;Some days i think about if we were a couple and i think if it was the same as the zoo i&amp;#8217;d be incredibly happy&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt;Little did you notice, that when you stood and watched the wolves and lions, i was more paying attention to you, that you were smiling more than ive ever seen, you seemed peaceful, you seemed happy. This is all i want. I want you to always been like that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walking home you asked me what was wrong, i said i was &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;just tired&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217;.&lt;br/&gt;The real reason? I wanted a week where i didnt have to listen to her name. Where everything was ok, and none of those problems were there. I walked straight off as soon as i got off the train, the first thing you said to me when you caught up was &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;i love that question, &amp;#8216;do you love her?&amp;#8217;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wanted to answer you back with &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8216;well clearly not, because you wouldnt say the things you would, you wouldnt do the things you do&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But i kept hushed and just went &amp;#8216;yeahhhh, ok&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt;When i rant off about our whole friendship&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_mce_end"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_mce_end"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span id="_mce_start"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="_mce_end"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;em&gt;i feel sorry for her&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217; i just sit there wanting to kill them, because no one is seeing this threw my view, just from hers.&lt;br/&gt;One thing I do agree on, she deserves the truth.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m happy that i didn&amp;#8217;t press send, because i know what it&amp;#8217;s like to be told such things, but for then for that to come from me would only kill her even more, knowing that not even you have the guts to tell her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That thursday when you went, as soon as i got home, i curled up in bed, and cuddle my covers, it completely smelt of you, it just made me feel like i wanted you back there, to cuddle up to me again, and make me feel safe. Like you did before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You asked me one night, if i wanted you to be more than friends, i answered with &amp;#8216;i don&amp;#8217;t even know anymore&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt;This was the truth, i don&amp;#8217;t.&lt;br/&gt;We&amp;#8217;re best off as friends, yes, i know.&lt;br/&gt;But sometimes, its like, yes, i do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3053565395</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3053565395</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 15:53:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My thoughts are typed and here when you want them.I won&amp;#8217;t bother to text them to you, because...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My thoughts are typed and here when you want them.&lt;br/&gt;I won&amp;#8217;t bother to text them to you, because its too long.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3050774215</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3050774215</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 12:46:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>After this week, I don&amp;#8217;t know if i&amp;#8217;m going to nottingham in 3 weeks nor in april.It also...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;After this week, I don&amp;#8217;t know if i&amp;#8217;m going to nottingham in 3 weeks nor in april.&lt;br/&gt;It also looks like im not going to download because of exams.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure if i&amp;#8217;ll be going else where instead.&lt;br/&gt;Can we just make everything ok now?&lt;br/&gt;Because i&amp;#8217;ve done my thinking.&lt;br/&gt;I just need to wait for yours to be complete.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3034448651</link><guid>http://meghasasecretblog.tumblr.com/post/3034448651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 14:43:41 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
