<?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-30764790</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:40.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How i wish i was you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115281647729663476</id><published>2006-07-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:47:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her exsistance</title><content type='html'>She said why is thie razor on my wrist?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you the reason I exsist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said without you i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Wtih a yawn&lt;br /&gt;She sits alone&lt;br /&gt;In her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said It's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I tought we were a perfect pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;is all she can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world it's only me and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115281647729663476?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115281647729663476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115281647729663476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115281647729663476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115281647729663476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/her-exsistance.html' title='Her exsistance'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115258397865287893</id><published>2006-07-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:14:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asjlkf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M NOT WRITING HOW I WISH I WAS. I'M GOING TO STOP FOR A WHILE AND WRTIE IN A JOURNAL TO PRACTICE THE WAY I WOULD LIKE TO SEE MYSELF WRITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT KEEP CHECKING BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115258397865287893?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115258397865287893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115258397865287893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115258397865287893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115258397865287893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/asjlkf.html' title='asjlkf'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115258341968941734</id><published>2006-07-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:07:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i look in the mirror when what i see only causes pain?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here watching shallow hal and stupidly wishing it was real. How could i think this would ever happen. I wouldn't want him to think i was beautiful/skinny not knowing i'm really not, i want the end to be real. He realizes what's on the inside and doesn't care about the outside. Why are men such selfesh pigs? Why can't they understand how amazing we are on the inside? Why do we even bother with them? Why do i even bother trying to look good for them, or trying to impress them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a fantasy that i will find that someone and we will be together forever. But in real life that will never happen, not for me at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115258341968941734?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115258341968941734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115258341968941734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115258341968941734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115258341968941734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-i-look-in-mirror-when-what-i.html' title='Why do i look in the mirror when what i see only causes pain?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115250566788519622</id><published>2006-07-09T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:35:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost giving up on trying.</title><content type='html'>I'm missing what i used to love and i dont know why, its not really who i am anymore. But im scared to be who i am and i'm scared to be who i used to be. I want to be what i never can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change a lot to see who i really am, and i wonder if people think that i'm fake because i'm trying to find the real me and i change to find that place. Or maybe everyone just doesn't even bother/want to get to know me, maybe i dont know me. I've tried for 3 years to change and find who i am, if i still dont know who i really am, then how do i find out and when will i find the real me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was ment to be nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115250566788519622?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115250566788519622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115250566788519622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115250566788519622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115250566788519622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/almost-giving-up-on-trying.html' title='Almost giving up on trying.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115241481697075443</id><published>2006-07-08T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:20:49.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end.</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people have what i want right in front of them, then they turn it down. It makes me feel worthless that god gave them what they don't want but what i want and i can never get. I wish i could just run away to a world where everything is better, better than this place. The total opposite of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself pulling away from a place that makes me happy, and i don't know why. I was there everyday for hours on end, i still go there but i don't get why i don't stay, do i just want to not be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i don't get. You have to believe in god to make him help you. I ask for help all the time but nothing ever happens. If he never helps me how am i supposed to believe that he's real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm not happy with my entries latly, advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115241481697075443?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115241481697075443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115241481697075443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115241481697075443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115241481697075443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115230167897323762</id><published>2006-07-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:54:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes i cant wait to be forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems like that is what everyone wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are people to fast to judge people they don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't care one bit about any of the peices of shit in my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because they don't deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad i'm out, but why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i can go back there in 2 months and go through it all over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not worth it, is that why i just don't care and get bad grades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know im smart, i know i can do math, by this blog and my friends i know i can write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find myself posting here at least 3 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or maybe it's just me living a fantasy i wish was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe you are reading this saying how bad my writing is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or maybe you are laughing because you THINK im "emo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really not but so what if i am, my writing just has a lot of what i want people to know but i just can't tell them in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me "emo" isn't a word i respect everyone and i dont seperate labels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who ever you are and who ever you want to be, is ok with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last thought; When people say something about someone else but in a way it fits you, don't you wonder what they say/think about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115230167897323762?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115230167897323762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115230167897323762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115230167897323762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115230167897323762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-cant-wait-to-be-forgotten.html' title='Sometimes i cant wait to be forgotten.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115229330200743287</id><published>2006-07-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:50:33.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i hate the most, is what i love the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading someone elses blog today and i realized how much we have in common, we're the total same on the inside, but totally different on the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So why do i wish i was her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115229330200743287?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115229330200743287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115229330200743287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115229330200743287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115229330200743287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-hate-most-is-what-i-love-most.html' title='What i hate the most, is what i love the most.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115228282228034044</id><published>2006-07-07T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:21:03.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wish i could put up an away message in real life and just go to sleep forever."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^ His words make me weak, how does he do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Title (Peter Wentz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry she's not what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry she doesn't make everyone proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry she's not what he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Empty walls is an empty soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is this why im not an empty soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have personlality, maybe not the kind i would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try to change myself everyday, because i find my own self annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i guess you can't change who you really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not a mean person, it's just some things i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bad grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The annoying laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The habbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fake smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is who i am/was isn't who i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say music heals people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But how is that when every one says "emo" is caused my the lyrics we listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find all the lyrics i listen to helpful, to help get through hard times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I havent really expreianced that one hard time that music helped me, i just found who i really am with music. It helps me get by, with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I'm sorry for all my typos and spelling mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Im just starting to write to bare with me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115228282228034044?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115228282228034044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115228282228034044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115228282228034044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115228282228034044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-i-could-put-up-away-message-in.html' title='&quot;I wish i could put up an away message in real life and just go to sleep forever.&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30764790.post-115224012040645301</id><published>2006-07-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:26:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You'll never know how it feels, to be me. The feelings i feel, the things i know/do. But you still laugh in my face and behind my back. While i'm stuck in the corner asking why are looks everything? Why doesn't anyone like me? Is the entire world just filled with inconsiderate assholes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I tell my self that i will find that someone when i time is right, but i always find my self crying in my bed at 12am, asking why me? Why do you hate me? I always say that i have people up in heaven that used to love me, but why aren't they helping me now? Is heaven even real? Is that why i feel no help from passed on loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll just have to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30764790-115224012040645301?l=nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115224012040645301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30764790&amp;postID=115224012040645301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115224012040645301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30764790/posts/default/115224012040645301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolefakesmiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-will-never-know.html' title='You will never know.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856258437582859093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7572/me120158yt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
