<?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-4605992958318224610</id><updated>2012-01-17T21:06:35.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World, My True</title><subtitle type='html'>i need you, now and forever, stay right here with me. dont ever leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RAE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400603396486941626</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605992958318224610.post-4360115917439493427</id><published>2011-02-02T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:06:24.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfdUH_1I0rM/TUlyunLhckI/AAAAAAAAACA/nWbPgdj8gLw/s1600/me.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfdUH_1I0rM/TUlyunLhckI/AAAAAAAAACA/nWbPgdj8gLw/s400/me.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;red shirt + that damn guitar + ugliest braid evar. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605992958318224610-4360115917439493427?l=dearestlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4360115917439493427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-shirt-that-damn-guitar-ugliest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default/4360115917439493427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default/4360115917439493427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-shirt-that-damn-guitar-ugliest.html' title=''/><author><name>RAE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11400603396486941626</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfdUH_1I0rM/TUlyunLhckI/AAAAAAAAACA/nWbPgdj8gLw/s72-c/me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605992958318224610.post-6445240822460704162</id><published>2011-01-26T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:47:44.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfdUH_1I0rM/TUBPnRqJRCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HLbNob7z-aw/s1600/IMG_2487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfdUH_1I0rM/TUBPnRqJRCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HLbNob7z-aw/s400/IMG_2487.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;posting this for no other reason than that i love my dog. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605992958318224610-6445240822460704162?l=dearestlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6445240822460704162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/posting-this-for-no-other-reason-than.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default/6445240822460704162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default/6445240822460704162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/posting-this-for-no-other-reason-than.html' 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are going on in my life besides this, but this one is still the most important to me.&lt;br /&gt;i convinced myself to quit my job yesterday, but after the break up i decided to keep it,&lt;br /&gt;at least a little while longer until my heart has recovered a little more.&lt;br /&gt;keeping busy is a good way to distract myself from thinking to much about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to ken today and i compared the feeling of losing her, to death.&lt;br /&gt;because it really does feel like she died.&lt;br /&gt;one moment we're happy and in love.&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i know it, she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could choose a target to be angry at. her parents. her brother. &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but its both wrong and useless. they did what good families do. protect each other.&lt;br /&gt;although i know i did nothing wrong, i know they dont know that&lt;br /&gt;and they deserve for me to back off. especially since lauren asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest fear and one i dont want to even think about, is the possibility that she didn't want to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;and its my biggest fear because this has happened before. i feel like i'm always the girl who carries her whole heart in her sleeve, while the other person does it only halfway. but i honestly believe i'm being slightly paranoid. lauren isn't priscilla. or nick. lauren loved me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toughest part is believing its really over. i want to cling to the possibility that we can still be together someday. someday preferably soon. the thought of it being over FOR GOOD scares the shit out of me. because i can't imagine life without her. i love her. so hard. and so much. i want to be with her. more than anything in the world, i want her. just her. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She's the kind of girl you want so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It makes you sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Still you don't regret a single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Ah girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GIRL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4605992958318224610-6036264455459146683?l=dearestlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6036264455459146683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearestlauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-there-anybody-going-to-listen-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4605992958318224610/posts/default/6036264455459146683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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