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  <title>The City's Draped In Camouflage.</title>
  <subtitle>Zombie</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Zombie</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-15T23:55:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheepcandy:1389</id>
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    <title>Hey, you.</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T23:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T23:55:57Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Evanescence - Good Enough</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know I haven't been on in a long while- not that it matters, I don't know very many people here. Eh, I've been busy and I haven't really needed my journal for anything. Today I do, and I do hope you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for everyone going through a hard time, everyone who thinks they're the only one having problems in the world.. Everyone who's still searching for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has hard times. I just finished crying myself, not so much because I'm having a hard time, but more because someone close to me is upset. It worries the people around you when you're not acting like yourself, maybe even scares them. You'll have people that will understand and people that won't, but do me one favor- Keep your friends close. You might think they won't want to see it or they'll think bad things, but more likely than not your friends are always willing to help you. Don't push them away, ask them if you can talk to them about it, because talking helps. If you're scared, right your feelings down in a Journal, here in private or just a book or paper at home. Don't be afraid to cry. It won't make you any less a person no matter what gender you are, and take it from me, you'll feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone. Sometimes it does seem like that- even I get that sometimes when I'm lying down in bed, just thinking. We all go through horrible things in our life, some of more than others, but no one is alone. People you know might be going through similar things- people you see on the streets. It doesn't matter who, someone in the world is just upset as you. Take a deep breath. Hold it for a moment, and close your eyes. While you exhale, think about your problem. Just think. It might make you sad, mad, frustrated, whatever. While you feel all of those emotions, just remember that you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget who you are. We're all only human, we make mistakes. We get upset, we cry, we laugh and we smile. All of this is normal. Sometimes we think things and it makes us feel sick. Sometimes we don't feel at all. Sometimes we hurt people and we don't realize it, or we do and just don't know how to say sorry. Maybe you don't want to be sorry. Our minds are all different and they all work in different ways. Whatever happens, don't forget who you are and don't let someone else tell you who you are. You know what you are and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it there for now. Just promise you'll think about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheepcandy:1210</id>
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    <title>-yawn-</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T20:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T20:27:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fergalicious - Fergie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunna make s'more icons and stuff.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheepcandy:960</id>
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    <title>Blah.</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T17:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-02T17:40:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Funkytown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm at work currently, sitting at the desk all bored-like waiting for some damn customers. -snort-&lt;br /&gt;I go home in 30-60 minutes, and its only a two minute walk from my house, so it's alright. I'll hop on the net when I'm home, hopefully catch Dani online and talk to him. &amp;lt;3 If not, eh, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got all light-headed today while moving things around the shop. That's never happened before, so I'm a bit worried. I got to go behind the counter and take a rest, so I'm better now. Got a Gmail account ^^ The woman I work for sent me an invite, she's super nice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheepcandy:754</id>
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    <title>Yay, Quiz!</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T21:06:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T21:06:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/4856/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.rumandmonkey.com/tests/6/5/4856/19090.jpg" title="Badass Uke" alt="Badass Uke" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/4856/"&gt;Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/"&gt;Personality Test Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the highest level uke. Other uke admire you, some seme fear you. At times, you can even fool other people into thinking you are seme with your mischievous, manipulative attitude, but when push comes to shove, your true submissive nature emerges - all you really want is the punishment. It takes a seme with just enough sadistic tendencies to dish out the punishment you really want, but enough patience not to outright kill you, so you are best paired with the "Don't Fuck With Me" Seme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmn, they're right~</content>
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