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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>My journal, for the world to see.</description><title>And so she wrote...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @mehkay)</generator><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>SRSLY, xD &lt;3</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp1026EEwy1qjkgrvo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;SRSLY, xD &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990430510</link><guid>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990430510</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 16:43:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
xDDD
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsgtwv24Lp1qf0i9eo1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;xDDD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990129380</link><guid>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990129380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 16:36:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>??</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&amp;#8217;s so weird how things change within a matter of time. Especially when it&amp;#8217;s a short period of time. I haven&amp;#8217;t been around a majority of my friends, they seem so busy. Also they&amp;#8217;ve been getting on my nerves. For example a conversation I had with a friend&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous Friend: &amp;#8220;I had the hardest week of my life.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &amp;#8220;Me too, is everything okay?&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon-Friend: &amp;#8220;No, my mom took me shopping, right?&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &amp;#8220;Uh-huh.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon-Friend: &amp;#8220;Well, we&amp;#8217;re at the mall and I was putting all the clothes I need into the cart. We get in line and the lady rings everything up.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &amp;#8220;Well what&amp;#8217;s so bad about that?&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon-Friend: &amp;#8220;My mom had to put back one of the shirts because we didn&amp;#8217;t have enough. Do you know what it feels like to have everyone stare at you, like you&amp;#8217;re some kind of bum? Any ways, what happened with you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &amp;#8220;My family got evicted and I am technically a bum, but now I&amp;#8217;m living with my boyfriend.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe me, I&amp;#8217;m not saying that I have the worst problems in the world. What I am saying is no matter who you are, or how much you have, you&amp;#8217;ll ALWAYS want better. Maybe it&amp;#8217;s part of being human. :/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990059523</link><guid>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10990059523</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 16:34:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Better.</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up today, feeling like a better person. I don&amp;#8217;t feel weird, I feel&amp;#8230;here. I&amp;#8217;m sleeping over my cousins house today. He&amp;#8217;s playing hot wheels, he&amp;#8217;s 5. We were just playing Left for Dead 2, he&amp;#8217;s beast at that game. My stomach is weird lately, I can&amp;#8217;t eat very much. I guess that for the best.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My nails are neon orange, it&amp;#8217;s really distracting while I&amp;#8217;m typing. O.O&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, I&amp;#8217;m off to another social networking site. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10621838005</link><guid>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10621838005</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 21:22:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Coming together. </title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s something about everything working out. I guess it&amp;#8217;s been a while since things have gone in a positive direction for me. I still can&amp;#8217;t believe Marc and I are together. Don&amp;#8217;t get me wrong, I&amp;#8217;m beyond grateful. I love him, he&amp;#8217;s more than &amp;#8220;Everything&amp;#8221; To me, He&amp;#8217;s my life. Call it dramatic, call it what you will. I know what I feel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess that&amp;#8217;s a recap of my life, except for the weird feeling. I call it the weird feeling because I can&amp;#8217;t define it perfectly. For example I feel as though my brain is on auto-pilot. I&amp;#8217;m stuck in a routine, I begin to go numb. Maybe it&amp;#8217;s because I&amp;#8217;m up at hours like this. I&amp;#8217;m awake until 5-6 AM. It&amp;#8217;s insomnia, I guess. Yet it seems to have deepened my depression. I feel like a bitch for letting it get to me. I feel hopeless, I really hope things become normal. What ever the fuck that is. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-Mikki&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10591331568</link><guid>http://mehkay.tumblr.com/post/10591331568</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 05:17:26 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
