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  <title>november</title>
  <subtitle>november</subtitle>
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    <name>november</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-11T00:33:51Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:64927</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2006-03-10T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-11T00:33:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-11T00:33:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>promise ring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">a journal to comment on, oh wow!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:57759</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-04-11T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-11T19:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:15:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am dreaming about you</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:56493</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-04-10T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-10T06:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-10T06:07:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i gotta start gambling more often.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:52950</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-04-02T18:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-02T23:08:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:20:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>moneen - start angry... end mad</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this song makes me think of hatefucking someone who dumped you awhile ago and then "realizes how much you mean to them"... i'm being serious.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:49723</id>
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    <title>a spoonful weighs a ton</title>
    <published>2004-03-30T10:44:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-30T11:49:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"people hearing without listening." it's fucking insane. i can talk about the same thing over and over to you and tell you my exact problem with your actions and you hear me because you can repeat them probably word-word-word but you never really &lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;.. and i can tell this because nothing ever changes. it's amazing how people throw around "i love you" like it's nothing and then expect that to make everything better. or even worse, expect it to still have meaning after being said so many times... but when was the last time it was said with feeling anyway? "i would never hurt you" i can't decide which hurts worse.. you saying that knowing you are only saying it and not meaning it... or you hurting my feelings and making me feel like garbage... words, my comrades, but never actions. words can only get you so far. maybe i am shitty for standing up for myself/what i believe... but i would rather be shitty than dead or dying. because that's what i would be if i never gave a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost all sense of emotion right now, but that's how i felt earlier tonight. lack of sleep makes you insane. i am physically impared. my legs don't want to work. i'm going to have to use telekinesis to get them to move.&lt;br /&gt;dude. yankees tomorrow. i forgot... and also, i don't really care that much. but if no one hangs out with me i'm going to pay attention to it. so hang out with me. eh? ehhh? bye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:49022</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-29T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-29T08:45:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:38:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lou reed - sheltered life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm sick of sitting and watching life go by.. it's lonely in a way i can't really describe. and i am really good at describing things, trust me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:47182</id>
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    <title>THUMBS DOWN.</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T05:48:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T05:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear kids from buffalo,&lt;br /&gt;stop moving to cities known for their pizza. &lt;br /&gt;-kimberly grace.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:46735</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-25T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-25T23:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:33:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the postal service - recycled air.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">have you ever felt like second choice? how awful of a feeling is that? when there's something or someone that someone picks over you. you just didn't make it. you just weren't good enough. almost, but not quite. always someone or something better. well then imagine being third choice instead. it's a lot worse. not to mention i have Xs on my hands still from yesterday. today sucks. i need to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;plus i'm listening to the postal service. i feel like jumping from a bridge and splattering. that's still one of the cooler ways to commit suicide, i think. jumping from high up to hit the ground. shooting yourself is boring and "heroin is so passé " obviously. i don't know what i'm talking about...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:45603</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-24T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T07:22:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T07:22:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got kicked in the shin today. there's skin missing. my hair looks like i just had sex but i didn't. and my house smells like raid... spray paint apparently. my brother's doing. i'm bored. i never write about how bored i am in here, but i'm really bored right now. too bad i don't have a car.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:45175</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-23T05:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-23T11:03:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-23T11:03:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish i knew how to just hate people the right way. i am so terrible at it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:43367</id>
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    <title>la biblia.</title>
    <published>2004-03-21T10:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:31:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i am dead..?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:42028</id>
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    <title>the boys with two names.</title>
    <published>2004-03-18T14:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:46:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">man. when i think about the scumbag mouths i have kissed i want to scrub my lips bloody. i could make a list, but that's pretty inconsiderate. i just want to hit fast forward to fifteen years from now so i can see most of you balding and beer gutted with your "totally super cool" now awful, bitchy, puffed up wife. oh and your pride and joy children who are all in juvy for arson. you'll be "an artist" and your wife will be a housewife who can't even bake. you'll swear and make angry disgusted faces just like now except then it won't be crude in the charming way. it'll be crude in the "you have a face i'd like to hit" way.&lt;br /&gt;but all of this doesn't mean i never liked you. because i did. i just don't anymore... at all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:40243</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-15T20:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-16T01:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:49:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">new email&lt;br /&gt;knifechase@hotmail.com</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:39290</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-14T18:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-14T23:54:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:31:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i really can't stand most of my brother's friends. why are they so loud?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:36843</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-10T02:10:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T07:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the last week has been really great, but i feel like i'm on the verge of something awful. which is unexplainable because like i said, everything has been great..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:35628</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-08T14:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T19:41:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:43:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Auto response from kim was like: taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartsbleedcold: you dont take showers ! where's kim?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:34321</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-07T05:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-07T11:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:42:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you are cold hearted, just leaving me hanging like that. i don't like knowing my time was wasted on thoughts of you and all the while you were looking around for something better. i can't search, i just find. sadly i found you. and well, i can't become, i just am. i feel like a 33 played 45 style but my hair never gets any longer and your lips are still curvy and i hate you. you look like a hopped up mongoose. your children will learn everything from your behavior. i couldn't stand to watch you live and i don't think you'll be able to stand on the sidelines while your children fuck themselves up the way you are fucked up. but at least they'll have a bloated healthcare plan you usa nightmare utility vehicle clump of cigarette yellow skin, rotting teeth, and calcium deficient bones.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:34047</id>
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    <title>rainin' on your picnic day.</title>
    <published>2004-03-06T10:30:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:26:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hefner - blind girl with halo.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am hungry a lot. im gunna be a fat bookworm homebody soon. that's okay.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:33083</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-03-04T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T20:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T10:40:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish the world would flood so i could hop into my dad's canoe and paddle myself away. i'd pile in my friends and go west and just wait for the world to dry again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:31936</id>
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    <title>friends only-- getting married again!</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T21:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:24:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>karate.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OtisMoonpie: OMG somebody just tried to "save" me with the power of christ at the comic store!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kim was like: NU UH&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: totally yuh huh&lt;br /&gt;kim was like: haha what did you say?!?!&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: i said, "no thanks, i'm not down with the savior today"&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: he asked why&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: and i said "because the fucker gave me this sinus infection"&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: and he got angry and left&lt;br /&gt;kim was like: hahahahahaha we are getting married&lt;br /&gt;OtisMoonpie: let me get well and we'll roll out marriage style&lt;br /&gt;kim was like: yesss</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:31498</id>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-02-29T04:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T10:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:24:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm going to be so much more than what i am right now. and you'll look back and i never will. and you're going to feel it so much more than i ever did. because right now im young and someday neither of us will be.</content>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-02-29T04:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T09:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:21:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am a cowboy. "ohh i like boats"... like boats on your own time. i don't even think you like boats anyway. but go be a sailor and specifically fuck ugly people. i am a cowboy. i fuck sexy people on my down time and i enjoy chasing. fast paced. and ropes.</content>
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    <title>fragilelikeyou @ 2004-02-26T03:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T09:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:13:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bhp - the old kind of summer.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm buying an organ.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fragilelikeyou:28779</id>
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    <title>don't dye your hair blue, that's fucking disgusting.</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T19:31:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:20:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nine nine nine.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i still hate poetry so much. i have nightmares about how much i hate poetry. i can stand it if it has backround music like in a song or that ginsberg/tom waits garbage, but i can't deal with hearing plain poetry. i never could in school, i can't now, and i probably never will be able to. "i wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er valles and hills when all at once i saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils".. i had to fucking memorize that poem. and it's longer than that, it's like 2 minutes read outloud. and i still remember most of it. it makes me want to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;you know what else is scary? i can't even remember what goes on in a fifteen year old's mind. i was talking to alicia the other day who is 18 and almost dated this 15 year old. and i'm thinking... that's so much of an age difference. i have problems even CONSIDERING liking someone younger than me! and i'm not talking fifteen, i'm talking 17 or 18 is weird. so anyway, it has been that long. hell, i barely remember what was going through my head at age 18 and most of 19 let alone fifteen. i'm getting old. in september i am 1/5 of 100. that's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;and do you ever look in the mirror and think "wow, i'm not that ugly" and then like two days later look in that same mirror and think "gross"... i haven't done that in a while. lately every time i look in the mirror i make a face so i can't tell whether i'm ugly or pretty and then i don't have to live up to being either.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the positive mental attitude today except for still hating all of this fucking snow.</content>
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    <title>i'm older and colder.</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T07:36:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T11:16:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nightwish - eternal tears of sorrow.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i want to hibernate. or meet someone who doesn't know anyone i know. it's never going to happen. i'm not in a bad mood, i just want a fallback. give me advice without an opinion on someone firsthand. and i can't be in relationships, i'm so terrible at them. even friendships. oh christ, and i don't even want any boy to like me... it isn't fair to them. they're being set up or at least that's what i am led to believe. only by experience. i've still never been dumped and i've really only been told once "i don't like you anymore"... and even that doesn't matter as much as i thought it did. i think i wanted it to matter more than it actually did. when i need a friend, i have a boyfriend. and when i want a boyfriend, i have endless amounts of friends everywhere. and "when you're not together... you are alone" and that's what i want a lot of the time. but then sometimes i just want to be together and that's the only thing i want. but i know i can't play with emotions like they're fucking weebles. people fall down and sometimes it's all my fault. i'd like to know where i'm going with this, but i don't and i never know where i'm going with anything.&lt;br /&gt;this is why i want to meet someone who will just pick up and run away with me and be completely irrational. and never look back. and not worry about money. just worry about us. my fucking god, i don't want to be an adult. i am michael fucking jackson when it comes to growing up. i want it to be summertime so i wouldn't be afraid of freezing to death outside without anything. sleeping next to you, travelling endlessly, and sharing cigarettes to pass the time between train rides. i'm not living for some big reason. i'm living to live.&lt;br /&gt;no one's going to read this because it's more than one sentence long.</content>
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