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  <title>I'm not your lover. I'm not your friend.</title>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2009-04-06T18:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T01:06:34Z</published>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2009-01-19T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T06:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T06:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all...do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:14011</id>
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    <title>...and in that moment, we were infinite.</title>
    <published>2008-12-24T11:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-24T11:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't remember a time where I was ever as happy as I am now...if I could feel like this forever...well that would be alright with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to freeze time...unless the future gets better. because in that case, let the good times roolllll!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:12093</id>
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    <title>we're just protecting ourselves from ourselves</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T06:37:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T06:37:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I may or may not be leaving for the Cape on my birthday...I hope I am. I'll be really upset if I can't go after all the planning and how hard I've worked so I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the good times and bad times in my life, I still without a doubt think the drive to Washington last summer was the best memory I've ever had. Even though I can't have that back, or re-live it, sometimes I wish I could...it felt infinite at the time, like we would never have to part. City by city, state by state...I wouldn't trade that memory for anything in the world. It was great...no fights, no anger...just smiles, kisses, hugs, and 150 pictures all to document the best road trip I could've ever imagined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the memories...</content>
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    <title>frustrated.</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T05:35:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T05:35:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've just been so frustrated the past few days...i miss my boyfriend...one more week and 2 days until im on my way to see him. its just that like, i have bad days, and usually his hugs fix everything, but i can't hug him cuz hes 2609 miles away. i know he loves me, and he knows i love him, but its just like i get so flustered by the fact that i can't see him sometimes, and it just feels like the time can't go by ANY slower...i feel like i'm not losing any weight even though i work out EVERY day and eat sooo much healthier than i ever have...i just feel like all my hard work in everything is going to hell. im trying to stay upbeat about paul being gone, and really i am ok with it, its just sometimes i miss him SO much i just become beside my self with sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days.....9 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to keep reminding myself that its almost here...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:11617</id>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2008-06-29T14:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T21:40:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T21:40:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i've been working with my personal trainer and i've lost 5 lbs in two weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are goooooood &amp;lt;33</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:9484</id>
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    <title>baby, it's fact...our love is true</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T20:20:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T20:20:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">paul and i are back together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/10/08&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting over.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:8244</id>
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    <title>that's what friends are for...</title>
    <published>2008-03-19T11:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-19T11:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if theres one thing i learned tonight, its that boys, good and bad, will come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some will steal your heart, some will break your heart, and some will put it back together. for the most part, they'll do the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only way we can make it through, is if we have good friends there for us who will listen with out judgement, tell us the truth without disdain, and have faith that we can carry on. friends who will help us be better people, and accept us when we make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend who has been infected with an incurable disease, and this is her turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day it might kill her, but from here on out she will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna back her up the whole time. it is our friends who help us in times of need, and right now a lot of my friends are in need. all i can hope, is that when i need them, they'll be here too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:7950</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: My favorite memory</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T08:42:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T14:16:31Z</updated>
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my ex and i drove to washington together, it was the best 3 days of my life. we had a blast.</content>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2008-03-10T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T02:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T02:15:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I am ready for love&lt;br /&gt;All of the joy and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And all the time that it takes&lt;br /&gt;Just to stay in your good grace&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're not ready for me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I need to learn maturity&lt;br /&gt;They say watch what you ask for &lt;br /&gt;Cause you might receive &lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;I'll say the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for love&lt;br /&gt;Would you please lend me your ear?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't complain &lt;br /&gt;I just need you to acknowledge I am here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>here we go we're at the beginning.</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T04:06:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T04:06:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so there was a misconception about something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading the stuff on my livejournal, myspace, and/or facebook, please stop assuming things that aren't true. i dont care if you read whats on these pages, thats why they're here, and why they aren't private. my life is an open book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming you've read previous items i think you'll read this whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really want to know whats going on with me, then ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys...</content>
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    <title>are you afraid to say what you want to? tell me you want to...</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T00:31:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T00:31:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She says live up to your first impression &lt;br /&gt;Come on, just say it &lt;br /&gt;Well my best side was your worst invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't you live without the attention?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you defenseless, dependent, and alone</content>
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    <title>i'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T05:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T05:22:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im convinced that like, people hate me for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a growing trend to not like nice people i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start sporting this trend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>Just say you left me like you could</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T20:17:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T22:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Although you said you never would&lt;br /&gt;Just say it's done, and be gone.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:5326</id>
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    <title>best friends means i pulled the trigger, best friends means you get what you deserve...</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T06:38:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T06:38:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my first therapy session went well, i just told him basically everything going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i dyed my hair...it took 5 hours...it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides that i havent done anything...i havent left my apartment once today...wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a crazy dream last night that i killed someone but it was ok because i admitted to it?? it was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think IM just weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows...</content>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2008-02-29T02:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T10:38:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T10:38:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my first therapy session is in 6 hours...im kind of scared</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:4546</id>
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    <title>love</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T06:57:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T06:57:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/modelcouture/667363.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coats are splendid. (the non fur ones.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:4065</id>
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    <title>this makeup is fierce</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T00:47:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T00:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/modelcouture/666439.html?#cutid1"&gt;fierce (click here)&lt;/a&gt; makeup and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i lose 100 pounds and be a model. wtf. i wanna wear these clothes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:3828</id>
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    <title>and just like, the movies, we played out our last scene</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T08:38:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T08:38:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is... Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this movie.</content>
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    <title>dont wake me, i plan on sleeping in</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T10:52:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T10:52:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if only sleep lasted longer than 8-12 hours. why do i not like anyone i swear...is it so hard for me to find someone i ACTUALLY like?? like really, please, God, i'm asking you to let me like someone just so i feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit sucks. monday morning = call therapist.</content>
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    <title>its getting to that point again.</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T05:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T05:10:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i need help....soon...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:goodbyey0uliar:2478</id>
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    <title>I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T10:26:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T10:26:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but i feel that i have found the true meaning of a REAL relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;"Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;"The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>you should go with this, or you should go with that</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T00:40:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T03:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so im finally at a place where i have options again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 guys. my choice. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 guy is really sweet, but hes too clingy...but he'd do anything for me, which is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 guy is kind of a bad ass...which totally is my thing cuz im definitely NOT. but he can be shady, and after my last relationship, im done with shady...so we'll see. he really wanted to hang out last night...but i wasn't too sure...but hes really hot too...but we share some common interests and hes a snowboard instructor and wants to teach me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 guy is really nice, and takes me out and buys me stuff, but im not sure if im ok with that yet. we're hanging out tomorrow night and seeing a movie so i guess we'll see how that goes, hes also 22 so we'll seeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels really awesome to have options between three guys, all whom think im great. its just too bad i have no real interest in any of them. i mean i do, but not to the point where i really like them. i like hanging out with them, and theyre nice guys but i really dont see much happening with them, but then again, i didnt see anything happening with paul at first either..and then that came crashing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>i saw your face, in a crowded place.</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T01:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T01:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">definitely weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first word i've said to him in a month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. im a fucking rockstar. and im going to try and keep that mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through so much in the past year, most of which no one knows about, even my ex's. and if i could survive that stuff, i can survive anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pushing on, and i lost a friend in the mean time, but this is all making me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont fuck with shady people anymore, i dont talk to people who make me angry. im better than that shit and its time i learned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to forgetting the past, and hopefully forgetting it for good.</content>
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    <title>goodbyey0uliar @ 2008-02-19T12:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-19T20:10:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">RIP j.mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were another mother to me...you're already missed...</content>
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