<?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-3209454</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl You're In The Middle Of The Ride</title><subtitle type='html'>Just Be Yourself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846265758211915723</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209454.post-7134176</id><published>2001-11-14T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T19:57:36.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Love This Song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out&lt;br /&gt;Or looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Try your best&lt;br /&gt;Try everything you can&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry what they tell themselves&lt;br /&gt;When you're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be alright. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You know they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing better on your own.&lt;br /&gt;So don't buy in.&lt;br /&gt;Live right now. Yeah just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;For someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Don't write yourself off yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out&lt;br /&gt;And looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best.&lt;br /&gt;Do everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my song! lol. I love that song. Makes me feel so happy. How did today go. Hmm. Well, it was okay. Wednesdays and Thursdays are boring. I especially hate thursdays. It's my most boring, and worst classes. I just want to sleep through them. Today is me and Mark's three month anniversary!! yay!! lol. It may seem so measly and stupid, but to me, it feels like we've been going out forever. He said to me today, "The second i first saw you, I knew I wanted to spend my life with you." Aww. I felt the exact same way. Oooh, I got a sweatshirt today. It's so nice and soft. Only 9 more days until Good Charlotte. lol. &lt;br /&gt;That Dereck kid is really starting to scare me. I mean, all he does is stare at me, and I really just don't want to have anything to do with him. I want him to stop thinking about me, I feel weird and uncomfortable with it. He just stares at me and IMs me to tell me i'm beautifull then just leaves. It's creepy. At first it was flattering, but now it's just being such a bother. I really really don't like him. He's uglier than all hell and he's just always sad and depressed and clingy. It makes me depressed. I mean, I can't even look at his face. I'm sorry if that's really superficial and stupid to say, but it's true. I dunno. I want to tell him that and if i told him that, he would most likely understand. We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209454-7134176?l=bitterhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209454/posts/default/7134176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209454/posts/default/7134176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterhearts.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7134176' title=''/><author><name>skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846265758211915723</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></entry></feed>
