<?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-526076646404738742</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:51:35.327Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it late?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8346341127270042914</id><published>2012-01-09T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:40:08.341Z</updated><title type='text'>I see your face inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvlj90idb71qayvpzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvlj90idb71qayvpzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It smelled the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White walls and teal coloured seats that&amp;nbsp;squeal when you sit on them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My palms were clammy, my hair soaking wet and dripping onto my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had nice eyes. Although, I couldn't look at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt weak, I feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't look at him either,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just briefly cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But you don't have to be."&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/526076646404738742-8346341127270042914?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8346341127270042914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-see-your-face-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8346341127270042914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8346341127270042914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-see-your-face-inside.html' title='I see your face inside.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5621758477593646813</id><published>2011-10-26T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:51:34.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling on the teeth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltjdpopbmx1qbxmofo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltjdpopbmx1qbxmofo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;I am hiding, too ashamed to come back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of regret.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5621758477593646813?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5621758477593646813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/10/telling-on-teeth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5621758477593646813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5621758477593646813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/10/telling-on-teeth.html' title='Telling on the teeth.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-9196383361385950062</id><published>2011-07-11T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:43:30.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always danger, endless talking, life rebuilding, don't walk away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5ry9ZNrt1qbxmofo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5ry9ZNrt1qbxmofo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I tell you to leave me alone, I don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could understand, I'll push you away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not because I want to, but because I know it's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're caring, as long as you're around, I'm hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;That is the last thing I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much, but if it means that you will be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-9196383361385950062?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/9196383361385950062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/07/always-danger-endless-talking-life.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/9196383361385950062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/9196383361385950062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/07/always-danger-endless-talking-life.html' title='Always danger, endless talking, life rebuilding, don&apos;t walk away.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8459832664395139118</id><published>2011-06-13T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:53:04.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have to sell my soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk5ych6cM21qjs99go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk5ych6cM21qjs99go1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You put your clothes on and left.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;J'ai trouvé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lame de rasoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8459832664395139118?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8459832664395139118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-have-to-sell-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8459832664395139118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8459832664395139118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-have-to-sell-my-soul.html' title='I don&apos;t have to sell my soul.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6907402738727856051</id><published>2011-06-12T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:54:21.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken our mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vintagestains.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5972335128/1/tumblr_llxwp39BY51qbqq5f" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://vintagestains.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5972335128/1/tumblr_llxwp39BY51qbqq5f" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do I show him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Or do I simply persist with this ridiculous altercation occuring inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;At what point will I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to let him see this, see it all.&lt;br /&gt;I will only learn to trust by trying.&lt;/span&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/526076646404738742-6907402738727856051?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6907402738727856051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken-our-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6907402738727856051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6907402738727856051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken-our-mirrors.html' title='Broken our mirrors'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6533008870519207318</id><published>2011-05-03T21:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:41:06.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The one who creeps in corridors, and doesn't make a sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhfwoHMfX1qc9ij5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhfwoHMfX1qc9ij5o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention I was discharged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People to me are so surreal, they're enchanting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They repulse me, and yet, there is that weakness within myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps I'm just bothered by ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They do not think before they speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only they knew what they were doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mind is bitter, not only increasing  the hatred towards myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but flooding me with regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish only to melt into the void.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell the voices to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6533008870519207318?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6533008870519207318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-who-creeps-in-corridors-and-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6533008870519207318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6533008870519207318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-who-creeps-in-corridors-and-doesnt.html' title='The one who creeps in corridors, and doesn&apos;t make a sound.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2065179502148856360</id><published>2011-04-17T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:29:01.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Went over the sea, what did I find?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljtaypVvhg1qfx19zo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljtaypVvhg1qfx19zo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The morning after.&lt;br /&gt;I think back, not just to the previous night, but everything I've ever done, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything I say, stupid, the ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving the blood, the split second of euphoria,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how better to express such a putrid abhorrence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though, my drunken ability to spill my secrets has found me a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She eats nothing, smokes everything, and is undeniably beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I'm imploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="5" class="the_content"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-2065179502148856360?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2065179502148856360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/04/went-over-sea-what-did-i-find.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2065179502148856360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2065179502148856360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/04/went-over-sea-what-did-i-find.html' title='Went over the sea, what did I find?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7345206847898984836</id><published>2011-04-11T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:53:31.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a story in which my eyes shut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lji6wsz7VS1qe4d42o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lji6wsz7VS1qe4d42o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so fucking on edge it's unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7345206847898984836?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7345206847898984836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-story-in-which-my-eyes-shut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7345206847898984836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7345206847898984836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-story-in-which-my-eyes-shut.html' title='There&apos;s a story in which my eyes shut.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8736444307816728019</id><published>2011-03-10T20:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:35:28.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my mind tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-8736444307816728019?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8736444307816728019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-my-mind-tonight.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8736444307816728019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8736444307816728019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-my-mind-tonight.html' title='What&apos;s in my mind tonight.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3538333263033196425</id><published>2011-02-28T23:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:46:58.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck a fucking title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfn6gqNC8Y1qbl28fo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfn6gqNC8Y1qbl28fo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three years,&lt;br /&gt;I lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dead.&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/526076646404738742-3538333263033196425?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3538333263033196425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuck-fucking-title.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3538333263033196425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3538333263033196425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuck-fucking-title.html' title='Fuck a fucking title.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3443521542158138849</id><published>2011-02-20T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:18:43.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Well if you want to know me, I'm a war.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgmhjnsNF31qbxmnyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgmhjnsNF31qbxmnyo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think about things too much, they only get worse.&lt;br /&gt;I envy, yet hate the ignorance of some people.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I didn't think so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' That place where we always go. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3443521542158138849?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3443521542158138849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-if-you-want-to-know-me-im-war.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3443521542158138849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3443521542158138849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-if-you-want-to-know-me-im-war.html' title='Well if you want to know me, I&apos;m a war.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1675747105152842029</id><published>2011-02-15T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:28:50.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Feed my eyes, can't you sew them shut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpz54cisp1qaoueko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="268" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpz54cisp1qaoueko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm falling apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get out of bed, or make myself do anything that normal people don't even fucking think about.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to school in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been drunk since friday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm falling apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please help me.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-1675747105152842029?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1675747105152842029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/feed-my-eyes-cant-you-sew-them-shut.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1675747105152842029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1675747105152842029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/02/feed-my-eyes-cant-you-sew-them-shut.html' title='Feed my eyes, can&apos;t you sew them shut?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3964497353631555530</id><published>2011-01-31T09:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:00:55.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm leaving, but I'll be back another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike style="color: #20124d;"&gt;picture&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;A friend hastily throws themselves up my stairs,&lt;br /&gt;'Siobhan? Are you going to school today?'&lt;br /&gt;I realise I have no choice, I have an exam or something. I don't know the time, I've just been staring at my roof for a while. It appears flat, but if you look closely, it's slightly textured. I watched the shapes, and made faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stayed up most of the night cleaning. First the room, then all the things in it, then myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel light and weak, I'm constantly shaking, but not cold. Everything looks hazy, and although I am fully aware of everything going on around me, I am not quite there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a turning in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, over 200 of you are now following this.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give something back to all you beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I love you all, and I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3964497353631555530?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3964497353631555530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-im-leaving-but-ill-be-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3964497353631555530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3964497353631555530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-im-leaving-but-ill-be-back.html' title='I know I&apos;m leaving, but I&apos;ll be back another day.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-806688551832813985</id><published>2011-01-29T04:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T04:54:59.032Z</updated><title type='text'>This I feel as the dawn, it fades to grey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfp0o3Hywi1qbxmnyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfp0o3Hywi1qbxmnyo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merely floating down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept in, a while.&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly five in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to counting the minutes, eyes on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;A ticking sound, to represent each second that passes, breaks the silence in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan is lying on my bed, innocent and pure looking.&lt;br /&gt;Asleep, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope things are better for him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-806688551832813985?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/806688551832813985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-i-feel-as-dawn-it-fades-to-grey.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/806688551832813985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/806688551832813985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-i-feel-as-dawn-it-fades-to-grey.html' title='This I feel as the dawn, it fades to grey.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7753239629928832902</id><published>2011-01-26T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:44:19.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Brother,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldnhs55Unt1qb1mflo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldnhs55Unt1qb1mflo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be the death of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7753239629928832902?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7753239629928832902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/brother.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7753239629928832902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7753239629928832902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/brother.html' title='Brother,'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-132185337721270109</id><published>2011-01-25T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:13:13.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfjps7r5AM1qbu4w3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfjps7r5AM1qbu4w3o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never had a sister.&lt;br /&gt;Not only blood related, but a girl friend so close.&lt;br /&gt;One that will walk with me to hidden places and talk about all sorts of shit, and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been closer to boys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to regret the fact I never made a bond like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-132185337721270109?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/132185337721270109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-wrong-have-i-run-too-far-to-get.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/132185337721270109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/132185337721270109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-wrong-have-i-run-too-far-to-get.html' title='Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2013848877030653132</id><published>2011-01-19T23:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:00:07.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you check the bathtub?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldnhs55Unt1qb1mflo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb03l2KGdp1qb20xuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb03l2KGdp1qb20xuo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow, I turn 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to at least try to enjoy every last thing I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel shallow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but strangely, I also feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2013848877030653132?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2013848877030653132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-check-bathtub.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2013848877030653132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2013848877030653132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-check-bathtub.html' title='Did you check the bathtub?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6725712348647811877</id><published>2011-01-16T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:55:32.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Innocence is over, Ignorance is spoken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lesi45M0lv1qfl9dao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lesi45M0lv1qfl9dao1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, my thighs didn't touch.&lt;br /&gt;There's a distinct gap.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm so fucking hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak, like I'm crumbling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, there's a gap.&lt;br /&gt;I could have cried.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going to the woods. We'll walk far and smoke and drink too much and smoke and make a fire and smoke, and sing stupid songs together until it goes dark.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I love life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it can be so shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-6725712348647811877?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6725712348647811877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/innocence-is-over-ignorance-is-spoken.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6725712348647811877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6725712348647811877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/innocence-is-over-ignorance-is-spoken.html' title='Innocence is over, Ignorance is spoken.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1037167834526031391</id><published>2011-01-12T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:01:04.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Man's beside himself, Am I inside myself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekfylrOoN1qa56rno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekfylrOoN1qa56rno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melt into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Cold fingers curled around my ankles, pulling me under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling with such force that it's only a matter of seconds before I'm engulfed by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Pouring into my lungs, pushing up against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I splutter.&lt;br /&gt;Choke.&lt;br /&gt;Drown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hardly ate a thing today, my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the discusting satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-1037167834526031391?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1037167834526031391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/mans-beside-himself-am-i-inside-myself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1037167834526031391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1037167834526031391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2011/01/mans-beside-himself-am-i-inside-myself.html' title='Man&apos;s beside himself, Am I inside myself?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8819410230792462630</id><published>2010-12-19T01:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:09:18.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy and gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddrcpF5Mn1qzodwfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddrcpF5Mn1qzodwfo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His eyes are deep, magical.&lt;br /&gt;Blue, definately blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet with hints of green, brown, black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll catch a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;They almost sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you, more than anything, you know that don't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a question, and he's watching me.&lt;br /&gt;I know he cares, I know what I've put him through and he's still fucking here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply. It's not that it isn't true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just I'd do anything to be able to answer his question, to believe what he's saying, and instead, &lt;br /&gt;to reply with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes, I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8819410230792462630?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8819410230792462630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/ivy-and-gold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8819410230792462630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8819410230792462630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/ivy-and-gold.html' title='Ivy and gold'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8915602159666300724</id><published>2010-12-14T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:06:00.452Z</updated><title type='text'>You turn as if your mind replies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld5gnfsOAl1qem1wqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld5gnfsOAl1qem1wqo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, and rather selfishly, for myself.&lt;br /&gt;When I used to write here so regularly, it was a chance to clear my head. I could write whatever I wanted and people would make of it what they pleased, and were almost always supportive. It helped me day to day, I would channel all my feelings, that I keep locked out of view, into a few bloody paragraphs, but they meant so much to me, and it made me feel alive to see all your comments, supportive and understanding. You made me feel part of something. You kept me going, and this leads me on to my second point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until this point, I have existed on here as someone who just writes occasional posts. I hardly ever comment on other peoples blogs, and I want that to change.&lt;br /&gt;I want the chance to get to know you all, I'm sure you're all lovely, like-minded people, I mean, that's why we help eachother, right? I actually want to use this to it's full potential, and give you all back what you've given me, it's the least you deserve. A measly few words every other month, in one of your posts - to me this isn't fair. You've all helped me so much, and now I want to help you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and so I promise, and I mean it this time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back.&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/526076646404738742-8915602159666300724?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8915602159666300724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-turn-as-if-your-mind-replies.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8915602159666300724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8915602159666300724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-turn-as-if-your-mind-replies.html' title='You turn as if your mind replies.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-715240524412020082</id><published>2010-12-13T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:46:02.041Z</updated><title type='text'>A trail for the devil to erase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddp5tND6E1qd4phao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lddp5tND6E1qd4phao1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone still reads this, I'd be grateful for your advise:&lt;br /&gt;Should I come back, if I do, I will not let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I stay as I am, I just, hm.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if anyone is actually still reading this, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-715240524412020082?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/715240524412020082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/trail-for-devil-to-erase.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/715240524412020082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/715240524412020082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/12/trail-for-devil-to-erase.html' title='A trail for the devil to erase.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3462722952117141701</id><published>2010-11-10T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:16:23.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Trying to outrun your fear. Running to lose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbbrw8ktb51qc205mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbbrw8ktb51qc205mo1_500.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heart on my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;stumbling down the corridors,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not knowing if I'm real or not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm who I was, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just don't want to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you all, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3462722952117141701?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3462722952117141701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-outrun-your-fear-running-to.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3462722952117141701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3462722952117141701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-outrun-your-fear-running-to.html' title='Trying to outrun your fear. Running to lose.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-51367693724599694</id><published>2010-10-31T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:26:13.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Panic attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb43ujBDxR1qbjwplo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb43ujBDxR1qbjwplo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Numb from head to toes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but I can feel the blood rush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hearts beating, fast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to rip through my chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to rip through my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Intense heat rushes through me, followed by the coldest ice, pricking at the surface of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I can't function.&lt;br /&gt;Panic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-51367693724599694?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/51367693724599694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/panic-attack.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/51367693724599694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/51367693724599694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/panic-attack.html' title='Panic attack.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-734573866625719089</id><published>2010-10-16T23:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:12:36.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Then why do you watch her sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLoifH4Z8rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c4Ub0Lk-oyY/s1600/tumblr_laafpnWfY51qa1yb2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLoifH4Z8rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c4Ub0Lk-oyY/s400/tumblr_laafpnWfY51qa1yb2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My whole body is sore, my insides are contorting with rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I ever wanted was to hide, dissolve into the depths of my own imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing had to be real.&lt;br /&gt;I lived a false life, hid behind the well known mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did it so well, that nobody will listen, nobody will believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I need them most now, more than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but they won't be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because of course there's nothing wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hand me the strength to walk this alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/526076646404738742-734573866625719089?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/734573866625719089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/then-why-do-you-watch-her-sleep.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/734573866625719089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/734573866625719089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/then-why-do-you-watch-her-sleep.html' title='Then why do you watch her sleep?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLoifH4Z8rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c4Ub0Lk-oyY/s72-c/tumblr_laafpnWfY51qa1yb2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7476504181785152770</id><published>2010-10-14T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:12:39.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Step off a train, all alone at dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLd_WfnhGlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0M_sO-uTCtg/s1600/tumblr_la1utrCepJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLd_WfnhGlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0M_sO-uTCtg/s400/tumblr_la1utrCepJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I'm building up the motivation and confidence to come back here, to return to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I need to, and I keep trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Give me time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise it won't be long now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7476504181785152770?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7476504181785152770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/step-off-train-all-alone-at-dawn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7476504181785152770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7476504181785152770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/10/step-off-train-all-alone-at-dawn.html' title='Step off a train, all alone at dawn.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TLd_WfnhGlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0M_sO-uTCtg/s72-c/tumblr_la1utrCepJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6403423950608860094</id><published>2010-09-24T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:17:12.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicker than darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TJ0gxwfvAGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTgXe_jvytw/s1600/tumblr_l94i1635fM1qaedipo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TJ0gxwfvAGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTgXe_jvytw/s320/tumblr_l94i1635fM1qaedipo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As much as you'd like to, you can't change the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't take back what has been, for it will be, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't help but wonder if it's all not worth thinking about,&amp;nbsp; because it's behind me now. All I can do is accept it and move on, because drowning in it all is never going to get me anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's haunting me, and I don't think that will ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tears stained his cheeks as he turned to me and said, "it won't go away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I did then, ruined him.&lt;br /&gt;What I did then, ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to all go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to move past this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6403423950608860094?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6403423950608860094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/quicker-than-darkness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6403423950608860094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6403423950608860094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/quicker-than-darkness.html' title='Quicker than darkness.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/TJ0gxwfvAGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTgXe_jvytw/s72-c/tumblr_l94i1635fM1qaedipo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5096361328795148016</id><published>2010-09-08T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:29:50.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://let-them-laugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Winnie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;Love her,&lt;br /&gt;Follow her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5096361328795148016?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5096361328795148016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/return.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5096361328795148016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5096361328795148016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/return.html' title='Return.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5726437803379346497</id><published>2010-09-05T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:46:14.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All in all, is all we are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/images/20090504102904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://www.weheartit.com/images/20090504102904.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This morning I saw summer disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the sun was nowhere to be seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the clouds hung low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was icy, and as soon as it hit me I felt a tingling in my toes, arms, down my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Winter's my favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel change.&lt;br /&gt;I feel hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see change.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5726437803379346497?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5726437803379346497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-in-all-is-all-we-are.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5726437803379346497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5726437803379346497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-in-all-is-all-we-are.html' title='All in all, is all we are.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8881844956012458206</id><published>2010-08-23T01:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:24:29.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2b6bodYp91qa21j9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2b6bodYp91qa21j9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do you ever find yourself retreating from the real world, and into the depths of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful thing, in a way. If you go far enough you can live in your mind, create a whole world for yourself. You're in control and anything that you dont want to happen, won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a while it's wonderful. Everything you've ever wanted from a place, and it's open to you. You get sucked into it's trap so easily, and you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But when you realise what you've done, it's too late.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8881844956012458206?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8881844956012458206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hurt-myself-today-to-see-if-i-still.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8881844956012458206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8881844956012458206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hurt-myself-today-to-see-if-i-still.html' title='I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5484041296568120576</id><published>2010-07-22T10:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:04:00.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up in the woods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5y5z0LLW51qar0v7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5y5z0LLW51qar0v7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am sorry I have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I've been out.&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped eating again.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt better,&lt;br /&gt;and more out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5484041296568120576?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5484041296568120576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-up-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5484041296568120576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5484041296568120576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-up-in-woods.html' title='I&apos;m up in the woods.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5639787165392142465</id><published>2010-06-26T21:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:15:25.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't care about me anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l42c2r0dIg1qzcso1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l42c2r0dIg1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I refuse to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5639787165392142465?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5639787165392142465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-care-about-me-anymore.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5639787165392142465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5639787165392142465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-dont-care-about-me-anymore.html' title='You don&apos;t care about me anymore.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2776167639657887825</id><published>2010-06-18T00:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:22:00.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am eleven feet, Ok, eight, six foot three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone mentioned they didn't know what I looked like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I thought, fuck it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I have to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;image removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;It won't be up long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2776167639657887825?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2776167639657887825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-eleven-feet-ok-eight-six-foot.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2776167639657887825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2776167639657887825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-eleven-feet-ok-eight-six-foot.html' title='I am eleven feet, Ok, eight, six foot three.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2924554945109092856</id><published>2010-06-14T06:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:18:09.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair weather storms are in your head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3zm9rx2oJ1qar0v7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3zm9rx2oJ1qar0v7o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like an owl.&lt;br /&gt;Unconscious through the day, unaware, and unplesantly awake when the sun sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but feel I'm getting closer and closer to the end.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it to show, in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to feel like I'd at least done something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they're coming.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows are always following, whispering.&lt;br /&gt;They're coming for me, and I won't be able to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some time, I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2924554945109092856?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2924554945109092856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/fair-weather-storms-are-in-your-head.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2924554945109092856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2924554945109092856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/fair-weather-storms-are-in-your-head.html' title='Fair weather storms are in your head.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2857829644197057465</id><published>2010-06-03T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:18:25.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're fated to pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3f5t0tMLJ1qzunn3o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3f5t0tMLJ1qzunn3o1_500.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 292px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 464px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Epilepsy, Brain&amp;nbsp;scans, Schizophrenia"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font: x-small/15px arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried to blank out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She spoke in monotone, and glared at me, in a concerning manner as I fiddled with my hands, and admired the shape of the bottle of water at the table.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;feel like&amp;nbsp;she wasn't concerned for me, but for their 'statistics', and her job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;There was no attempted conversation, just question after question, the spaces between filled silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;This woman was not here to be friendly, that stage has long gone. She is here to make sure that I don't do anything stupid, and if she even thinks that I will, I will be in hospital and under her watchful eyes within a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I get the strong feeling that she doesn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want them so badly to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2857829644197057465?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2857829644197057465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-fated-to-pretend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2857829644197057465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2857829644197057465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-fated-to-pretend.html' title='We&apos;re fated to pretend.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-4633629504918950329</id><published>2010-05-25T21:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:19:59.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of the mess you made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2yi81Iz5S1qzunn3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2yi81Iz5S1qzunn3o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 334px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Any glimpse of clouds is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The heat hits you from every angle, you feel your skin burn under the rays.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, but unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;No more pills.&lt;br /&gt;She said I'd had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun had finally had enough, the night rolled in and the sky turned a deep shade of blue, the stars were all that lit up the sky. We all sat round a gas burner, and watched the fire. Fire always seemed magical to me. I can't put my finger on it, but, like a mermaid it draws you in, you need the strength to keep yourself from letting it dance through your fingers, like an ignorant child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to forget I ever did anything, that you ever did anything. I want to start again, it'll be hard, but I'm willing to work as much as I need to, to make this work again. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I agreed, held him tight, and fell back into the dry grass, for my mind to drift with the stars once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-4633629504918950329?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/4633629504918950329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/shadows-of-mess-you-made.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4633629504918950329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4633629504918950329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/shadows-of-mess-you-made.html' title='Shadows of the mess you made.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6580526284816645397</id><published>2010-05-13T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:01:31.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall asleep, Spin the sky, Skeleton me, Love don't cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dlwrgoiC1qzunn3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dlwrgoiC1qzunn3o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The time is dragging on, much more than a week now, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nights, at worst, are spent staring out of my window and into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep, because mentally, I am not tired.&lt;br /&gt;Physically is always another matter.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to get up, and when I did everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;It was the comfort I missed, but I knew I had to get out.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't leaving that way, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have no energy, and still can't sleep, and so,&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone just one night, let me build up the energy to continue, to walk, to not cry.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your whispers away from my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Stay the fuck away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Just one night, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-6580526284816645397?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6580526284816645397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/fall-asleep-spin-sky-skeleton-me-love.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6580526284816645397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6580526284816645397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/fall-asleep-spin-sky-skeleton-me-love.html' title='Fall asleep, Spin the sky, Skeleton me, Love don&apos;t cry.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3870945898577762618</id><published>2010-05-04T21:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:47:40.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakes me, makes me lighter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1wvx3ccZ21qar0v7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1wvx3ccZ21qar0v7o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no purpose here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost everything that kept me here.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruised.&lt;br /&gt;Used.&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;It starts here, but I won't leave that easily.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my bones, shine pure from under my dirty skin.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the closest I can be to being worth something.&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I leave them all to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;It starts now.&lt;/span&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/526076646404738742-3870945898577762618?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3870945898577762618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/shakes-me-makes-me-lighter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3870945898577762618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3870945898577762618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/05/shakes-me-makes-me-lighter.html' title='Shakes me, makes me lighter.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1077472359504434876</id><published>2010-04-24T08:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:59:45.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance, dance till' you're dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1d259B3W01qaympzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1d259B3W01qaympzo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night rolled in and I made my way towards the city centre.&lt;br /&gt;My friend and his band were headlining a gig.&lt;br /&gt;I danced. I danced and danced and danced.&lt;br /&gt;I felt dead. I felt alive. I felt nothing. I just kept moving. I didn't think. I couldn't think.&lt;br /&gt;I am covered in bruises. Aching.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty. I have given up.&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever puts a smile on their faces, even if kills me.&lt;br /&gt;They are wearing me down, ripping me apart, and they don't even know, and in all seriousness, I don't even care anymore.&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-1077472359504434876?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1077472359504434876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-dance-dance-till-youre-dead.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1077472359504434876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1077472359504434876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-dance-dance-till-youre-dead.html' title='Dance, dance, dance till&apos; you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7305603535894122</id><published>2010-04-14T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:27:55.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, hate, pain, confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d4n02WSf1qbxmofo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d4n02WSf1qbxmofo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between desperate kisses he murmured,&lt;br /&gt;"Remember you said you were the wish fairy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes?" I replied, struggling to hold back a grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I think I believe you." he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7305603535894122?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7305603535894122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-hate-pain-confusion.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7305603535894122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7305603535894122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-hate-pain-confusion.html' title='Love, hate, pain, confusion.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2745504541511557802</id><published>2010-04-04T18:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:24:34.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The me that you know, he used to have feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d42oOqk01qbxmofo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d42oOqk01qbxmofo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 335px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may have given up, this, but I have not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still,&lt;br /&gt;scraping away.&lt;br /&gt;Deaf by memories of mistakes I once made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mistakes of what I am,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes that once were, and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;A smile engraved to please any.&lt;br /&gt;A lie, lies?&lt;br /&gt;Simply a lost mind, confused, controlled, and striving for control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm off somewhere new, See you soon, lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2745504541511557802?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2745504541511557802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-that-you-know-he-used-to-have.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2745504541511557802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2745504541511557802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-that-you-know-he-used-to-have.html' title='The me that you know, he used to have feelings.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2327427582392442989</id><published>2010-03-22T22:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:49:01.649Z</updated><title type='text'>Louder than sirens, Louder than bells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky16zuzimS1qzb31mo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky16zuzimS1qzb31mo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent the whole weekend high.&lt;br /&gt;Reality hits you hard.&lt;br /&gt;They just keep getting closer, they form figures, two, three, they're coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't look at the shadows, they will come for me, but I can't look at the light, for where there is light there is always shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Hide, they'll see me, they'll see me, and I can't stop them. not anymore. I can't stop them.&lt;br /&gt;Then he grabs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See!&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you doing to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;You say so much but your words mean so little, please, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how many times you've saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/526076646404738742-2327427582392442989?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2327427582392442989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/louder-than-sirens-louder-than-bells.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2327427582392442989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2327427582392442989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/louder-than-sirens-louder-than-bells.html' title='Louder than sirens, Louder than bells.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8412898833761983120</id><published>2010-03-09T21:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:00:26.016Z</updated><title type='text'>I am wandering through existance, With no purpose and no drive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyzp6qwuED1qzcso1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyzp6qwuED1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;What is friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Are you supposed to know people?&lt;br /&gt;You never know anyone, they will always pull something out of the bag that catches you by suprise.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they are "there for you through everything" I can still see the hidden sniggers and silent laughter, watching eyes, judging, inside jokes shared through unspoken words.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that friendship?&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-8412898833761983120?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8412898833761983120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-wandering-through-existance-with.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8412898833761983120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8412898833761983120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-wandering-through-existance-with.html' title='I am wandering through existance, With no purpose and no drive.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5858705991834593138</id><published>2010-03-01T21:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:26:17.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon comes rain, Dry your eyes, Frost or flame, Skeleton me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4372310515_e4a5918695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4372310515_e4a5918695.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 424px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I can see them, the shadows, they creep slowly towards me, they come too close.&lt;br /&gt;They come too close.&lt;br /&gt;I feel them breathe, they whisper, voices fill my ears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taken away. They want me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left, shaking, tears running down my face, numb.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is knowing I'm too weak to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;I was once, so strong, once.&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-5858705991834593138?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5858705991834593138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon-comes-rain-dry-your-eyes-frost-or.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5858705991834593138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5858705991834593138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon-comes-rain-dry-your-eyes-frost-or.html' title='Soon comes rain, Dry your eyes, Frost or flame, Skeleton me.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4372310515_e4a5918695_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2766121242605207652</id><published>2010-02-21T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:31:34.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Concerned and kind, Yet unable to reach me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4355140139_b64b235ce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4355140139_b64b235ce2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, it seems, this is where it starts.&lt;br /&gt;You have the control to do this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are painted with memories, treasured, as an escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;Stop shouting, please, stop shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it already, I'll walk, empty, ignorant and unfocused through the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;I won't hear the laughter, I'll walk on, unaware.&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange place to be, lost.&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-2766121242605207652?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2766121242605207652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/concerned-and-kind-yet-unable-to-reach.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2766121242605207652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2766121242605207652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/concerned-and-kind-yet-unable-to-reach.html' title='Concerned and kind, Yet unable to reach me.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4355140139_b64b235ce2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8980363997743777636</id><published>2010-02-19T00:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:59:39.112Z</updated><title type='text'>This thing hurts like hell, But what did you expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwf439gEiq1qzunn3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwf439gEiq1qzunn3o1_500.jpg" style="display: block; height: 332px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your face, unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;The heat of your skin screams in contrast to that of my own, yet I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle, careful as you move.&lt;br /&gt;We both know what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Careful, not to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hit by reality,&lt;br /&gt;and it's all I feel,&lt;br /&gt;and all I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8980363997743777636?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8980363997743777636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-thing-hurts-like-hell-but-what-did.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8980363997743777636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8980363997743777636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-thing-hurts-like-hell-but-what-did.html' title='This thing hurts like hell, But what did you expect?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1545026053341137642</id><published>2010-02-16T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:57:36.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, What led you on, I'd love to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwsolev2Mm1qa793ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwsolev2Mm1qa793ho1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "But, I don't want to go among mad people." Alice remarked,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you can't help that." said the cat. "We're all mad here, I'm mad, Your mad."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-1545026053341137642?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1545026053341137642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-what-led-you-on-id-love-to-know.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1545026053341137642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1545026053341137642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-what-led-you-on-id-love-to-know.html' title='Tell me, What led you on, I&apos;d love to know.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5137024471954996065</id><published>2010-02-14T00:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:18:25.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Was it the blue night, Gone fragile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxfxe1ic2G1qa0nd6o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxfxe1ic2G1qa0nd6o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To me, love is a big word.&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-5137024471954996065?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5137024471954996065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-it-blue-night-gone-fragile.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5137024471954996065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5137024471954996065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-it-blue-night-gone-fragile.html' title='Was it the blue night, Gone fragile.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6549700635826524611</id><published>2010-02-12T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:05:07.141Z</updated><title type='text'>A horse? In a zoo? Unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxp59pEpFo1qairyro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxp59pEpFo1qairyro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time fixes everything right?&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You said you have places to show me.&lt;br /&gt;Places of such calm, those moments when you don't have to say anything, and it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;You both know it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll fuck you up, don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I have a tendency to hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;And it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-6549700635826524611?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6549700635826524611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/horse-in-zoo-unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6549700635826524611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6549700635826524611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/horse-in-zoo-unbelievable.html' title='A horse? In a zoo? Unbelievable.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-693019438627736282</id><published>2010-02-10T22:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:29:02.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All apologies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwby51DNmC1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwby51DNmC1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've fucked it all up.&lt;br /&gt;All there is left to do now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is starve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, and always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-693019438627736282?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/693019438627736282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-apologies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/693019438627736282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/693019438627736282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-apologies.html' title='All apologies.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1150177129735212094</id><published>2010-02-07T00:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:30:47.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the tide, To drag her to the ocean, To another sea's shore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxess73nU11qapac6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxess73nU11qapac6o1_500.jpg" style="display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Yes, love. Love is the thing that runs through, something you can never alter. She does not pay, she does not. You make me sick. You make me sick to the core. You are nothing, absolutely totally worthless. She learns more than you, she knows more than you, you know nothing, you have no idea you sadistic fucking piece of shit, you do not deserve such a beautiful, amazing person. She is worth an infinite amount of you, you cannot stop her, she is learning, she makes no mistakes, you just cannot see." -&lt;i&gt;a past friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me, when I don't have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;I used it all in my cry for help, and you came.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea where I was, what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;She took over, and tore me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at war with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-1150177129735212094?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1150177129735212094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-tide-to-drag-her-to-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1150177129735212094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1150177129735212094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-tide-to-drag-her-to-ocean.html' title='Waiting for the tide, To drag her to the ocean, To another sea&apos;s shore.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3662063798579193406</id><published>2010-02-04T23:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:36:49.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a cruel, cruel world, To face on your own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxcb3c9OYK1qay1vko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxcb3c9OYK1qay1vko1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 311px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The sound of our feet hitting the wet ground, we walk in silence, in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand, they are so cold.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter and nervous glances between kisses we share, knowing this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But so right.&lt;br /&gt;"The truth is not always right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the night sky,&amp;nbsp;comforting darkness,&amp;nbsp;calling out for me, but I know I can't. Something, some sense, keeps me here. They tell me everything will be okay, even when it seems I'm on the very edge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3662063798579193406?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3662063798579193406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-cruel-cruel-world-to-face-on-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3662063798579193406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3662063798579193406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-cruel-cruel-world-to-face-on-your.html' title='It&apos;s a cruel, cruel world, To face on your own.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8778554702485566651</id><published>2010-02-03T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:38:23.794Z</updated><title type='text'>And wish that you'd just float away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx3ivnxCRO1qa522po1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx3ivnxCRO1qa522po1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your warm hands slowly edge up my back.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small, in your hands, your so strong, you could crush me if you wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm shaking, you make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of getting hurt, you almost cry.&lt;br /&gt;You promise me you'll always be here,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be worth something.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;350.&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-8778554702485566651?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8778554702485566651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-wish-that-youd-just-float-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8778554702485566651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8778554702485566651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-wish-that-youd-just-float-away.html' title='And wish that you&apos;d just float away.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6904688021217951190</id><published>2010-02-02T21:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:36:01.648Z</updated><title type='text'>It's got to be magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw8alwDWCN1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw8alwDWCN1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I just need time to think,&lt;br /&gt;to figure out what is right, and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;truly.&lt;br /&gt;I stumble around this building, dizzy, weak, ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the floor, wet concrete grazing my feet, snow falling, drenching my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette smoke clouds my vision, and I wish to become lost in it,&lt;br /&gt;to not have to worry like this, to not have to think.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's clear that I need to.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is permanantly too full, of words, memories, thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the same?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it, though I doubt many things, and I am too weak to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the cold, all over me, so cold.&lt;br /&gt;I have too much on my mind to eat.&lt;br /&gt;although, what I do eat, makes me feel worthless, with every fucking bite.&lt;br /&gt;200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6904688021217951190?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6904688021217951190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-got-to-be-magic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6904688021217951190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6904688021217951190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-got-to-be-magic.html' title='It&apos;s got to be magic.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6475020934056280780</id><published>2010-01-31T22:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:05:41.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've really fucked it up this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw8ah5oZFH1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw8ah5oZFH1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" style="display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;A weekend, full.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, darkness, lights, faint,&lt;br /&gt;so faint.&lt;br /&gt;I walked, or stumbled across the floor, looking for somewhere to go, faces I recognised surrounded me and yet I knew none of them.&lt;br /&gt;Music, to keep calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be in love with two people at once?&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-6475020934056280780?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6475020934056280780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-really-fucked-it-up-this-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6475020934056280780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6475020934056280780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-really-fucked-it-up-this-time.html' title='I&apos;ve really fucked it up this time.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7071599289581963651</id><published>2010-01-26T19:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:15:44.583Z</updated><title type='text'>I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw6hvqcNk81qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw6hvqcNk81qzb31mo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, my stomach has calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;It's really getting out of hand, every week or so it will just refuse to digest anything, completely bloat up and result in my violently throwing up everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the plus side, I woke up dizzy and light, having technically not consumed anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so lost right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just wandering about, doing nothing, overthinking everything, and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate arguing with d over small things, that don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see that I love you, more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1000,&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7071599289581963651?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7071599289581963651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-havent-fucked-much-with-past-but-ive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7071599289581963651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7071599289581963651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-havent-fucked-much-with-past-but-ive.html' title='I haven&apos;t fucked much with the past, but I&apos;ve fucked plenty with the future.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2231795156077916210</id><published>2010-01-24T22:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:46:45.896Z</updated><title type='text'>I didn't hear them, I didn't see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwq8syjXIP1qzajbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwq8syjXIP1qzajbko1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seem to be developing some sort of cold.&lt;br /&gt;I genuinly go about three days every month when I'm not ill in some way.&lt;br /&gt;It's really not nice.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my feet all day today, on all sorts of little missions around the city.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the unbelieveably cold temperatures didn't do anything for my cough, and blocked nose, and headaches.&lt;br /&gt;My coursework is piling up, it gets bigger by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking. I need to see to it soon, or I'm just going to fall flat on my face here.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to concentrate right now.&lt;br /&gt;My lessons usually involve me realising how much I've eaten, or how shit I feel, sometimes I dont even 'realise', it just hits me, out of nowhere, catches me off guard and next thing I know I'm in tears, uncontrolable, seriously, losing it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares enough to ask whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I can see them stare, from the corner of my eyes I feel theirs glare back at me, judging the way I am, forming their own little opinions, about me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your just screaming at someone, anyone, in your head, to help you.&lt;br /&gt;And still, when they ask if your okay,&lt;br /&gt;It's all fucking swings and roundabouts.&lt;br /&gt;750.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-2231795156077916210?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2231795156077916210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-hear-them-i-didnt-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2231795156077916210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2231795156077916210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-hear-them-i-didnt-see.html' title='I didn&apos;t hear them, I didn&apos;t see.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7809543030635373145</id><published>2010-01-24T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:11:18.611Z</updated><title type='text'>When you miss it, and you want it more, it isn't right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwizybrP7c1qa2y6ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwizybrP7c1qa2y6ao1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired, drowsy, my sleeping pattern is officially fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My throat is packing in, and has decided to bless me with what could be a good few days, with what is a pathetic exuse for a voice.&lt;br /&gt;If I try to speak it sounds like, ripping cardboard in half.&lt;br /&gt;Cough medicine, although tasty(don't do it) has done shit all to help this situation.&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I'm dealing with whatever it throws at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my day, a trip into the city centre with some friends, shopping and ranting and generally taking my mind of all that is dragging me down lately, by laughing, it helps, no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so hypocritical, I can sit there and argue in my head that it will always be the drugs, never me, for I am not worthy(but thats a different story),&lt;br /&gt;and yet I can easily put him through hell, and argue against it.&lt;br /&gt;I've put him through so much shit.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn, so selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sort out the way my head works.&lt;br /&gt;1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7809543030635373145?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7809543030635373145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-miss-it-and-you-want-it-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7809543030635373145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7809543030635373145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-miss-it-and-you-want-it-more.html' title='When you miss it, and you want it more, it isn&apos;t right.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-244850405889890397</id><published>2010-01-22T23:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:41:07.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear it in my head real low, Turn into, The only thing you'll ever know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlug7fnO51qze4dho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlug7fnO51qze4dho1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 374px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Control.&lt;br /&gt;The clocks ticking, literally, I can hear it, feel it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting.&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you need to get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;So, heavy, on your shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;You don't even feel, anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about this post,&lt;br /&gt;But I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/526076646404738742-244850405889890397?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/244850405889890397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/hear-it-in-my-head-real-low-turn-into.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/244850405889890397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/244850405889890397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/hear-it-in-my-head-real-low-turn-into.html' title='Hear it in my head real low, Turn into, The only thing you&apos;ll ever know.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5752914231288681294</id><published>2010-01-21T21:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:41:58.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't let those motherfuckers sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwkiuftZku1qze4dho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwkiuftZku1qze4dho1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was my birthday yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially fifteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sort of, a strange feeling, for I don't really care much for birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the feeling that a year has passed, I'm a year older, and, I can't remember much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all seems a blur, yet so many changes have taken place, that I have not noticed.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have promised to myself, is to try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why are you so set on destroying yourself? I don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;All I know it that things need to change.&lt;br /&gt;I need to gain control, I will have control.&lt;br /&gt;I will change what I see, and become, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, and out.&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this is where I leave you for now,&lt;br /&gt;Changing into warmer clothes, ready to sink down into sleep,&lt;br /&gt;which I'm lacking lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my pathetic attempt at keeping up to date, but I will get better,&lt;br /&gt;I promise, x.&lt;br /&gt;900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5752914231288681294?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5752914231288681294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-those-motherfuckers-sleep.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5752914231288681294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5752914231288681294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-those-motherfuckers-sleep.html' title='Don&apos;t let those motherfuckers sleep.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-4269921534021937532</id><published>2010-01-16T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:00:48.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Now the strangers have caught on, And they're riding in the back seat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwa8d8WpEU1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwa8d8WpEU1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to close my eyes, and fall.&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps me alert,&lt;br /&gt;watch the clock.&lt;br /&gt;Each second that ticks by, slower than the next,&lt;br /&gt;a second wasted.&lt;br /&gt;My mind can't help but wander over how lost I truly am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Hours ago, I chose to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Chose is the wrong word,&lt;br /&gt;as it so simply occured.&lt;br /&gt;-Words said, that cut deep,&lt;br /&gt;paths and answers light,&lt;br /&gt;and that shall stay.&lt;br /&gt;But at the back of my mind, a little voice, screaming to be heard?&lt;br /&gt;Yet being forced back,&lt;br /&gt;"This is wrong."&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic how you fight for some sence,&lt;br /&gt;a slight feeling, of control.&lt;br /&gt;When this, it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale,                                      exhale.&lt;br /&gt;A warm glow which strongly resembles that of the street lamp, casting a small streak of light upon the dark pavement.&lt;br /&gt;Sirens, echoes, passing cars and the odd crunch of a footstep in what remains of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Words pour through, phrases which so perfectly fit and yet, are meaningless without presence.&lt;br /&gt;How much more of this can I take?&lt;br /&gt;A year? A week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by small, delicate pieces.&lt;br /&gt;That resemble memories? Some.&lt;br /&gt;Memories that I dream to recreate to hide from what is.&lt;br /&gt;Material, ribbons, buttons and ink, to hide from myself, a mask.&lt;br /&gt;To hide from what I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burn at the back of my throat,&lt;br /&gt;like, drinking bleach, and yet an overwhelming feeling of calm,&lt;br /&gt;free, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;A glass of water to wash away,&lt;br /&gt;fresh, clean and powerful, in itself.&lt;br /&gt;The mirror shows nothing but dirt, or truth.&lt;br /&gt;The uncurable.&lt;br /&gt;But one that I'll strive to cure.&lt;br /&gt;Until I get there.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-4269921534021937532?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/4269921534021937532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-strangers-have-caught-on-and-theyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4269921534021937532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4269921534021937532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-strangers-have-caught-on-and-theyre.html' title='Now the strangers have caught on, And they&apos;re riding in the back seat.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2463725667028938991</id><published>2010-01-13T20:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:17:19.390Z</updated><title type='text'>And she fights for her life as she pulls on her coat, Nobody knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw5jt9T14h1qzcv3oo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw5jt9T14h1qzcv3oo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be fair, See, I know you can do far better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In: 800 calories.&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much the highest for me lately,&lt;br /&gt;I've been so caught up in, well, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;being confused about where I am, why I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand anything going on around me sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a weird feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One blogger who commented on my blog once described it as "disconnected from the rest of the world"&lt;br /&gt;and that has never applied more to me than it does now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I've been neglecting you all, I have been reading your blogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but unable to find the strength to comment.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have a good commenting session tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you all for your support, all the way through this.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe how much you've helped me, and now much I'd like to thank you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all okay, x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2463725667028938991?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2463725667028938991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-she-fights-for-her-life-as-she.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2463725667028938991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2463725667028938991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-she-fights-for-her-life-as-she.html' title='And she fights for her life as she pulls on her coat, Nobody knows.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5335717277838180499</id><published>2010-01-07T22:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:21:02.985Z</updated><title type='text'>Travel away, Travel it all away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvoiucr3Fv1qzd97zo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvoiucr3Fv1qzd97zo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel so, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to disappear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slowly waste away until I'm beautiful, worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much can change in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5335717277838180499?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5335717277838180499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/travel-away-travel-it-all-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5335717277838180499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5335717277838180499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/travel-away-travel-it-all-away.html' title='Travel away, Travel it all away.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7415464415765242973</id><published>2010-01-06T10:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:39:47.252Z</updated><title type='text'>After your worthless life is through, I will remember how you scream, I can't afford to care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv6hfmJI7E1qztohto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv6hfmJI7E1qztohto1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I left it so long without posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone had an amazing christmas and new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family came over, and my eating has been terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's picking up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope I can find the strength to fucking get somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all for your lovely comments on my previous post, sometimes I find myself in the situation where everything becomes too much, and you've just had enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure you all know how it feels, and it's truly horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the start of the ice age on the other side of my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While it looks so beautiful, I refrain from going out on a walk, as I get so cold, it starts to get seriously dangerous. I'm talking, nearly passing out, limbs going blue, kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of a new year, It's beautiful outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm filled with motivation, although feeling weak, I know I have the strength to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope we can all start this new year the way we wish to, and reach our goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7415464415765242973?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7415464415765242973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-your-worthless-life-is-through-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7415464415765242973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7415464415765242973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-your-worthless-life-is-through-i.html' title='After your worthless life is through, I will remember how you scream, I can&apos;t afford to care.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8910976153025466549</id><published>2009-12-27T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:17:26.084Z</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna' end up like one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv0ucb37Ob1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv0ucb37Ob1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything seems so, I feel like I can't cope right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm weaker that I've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once, I hid all my problems with a convinsing smile plastered upon my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so perfect, unbelievable, so well hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now, daily, the darkness swallowes me whole, drags me further and further until I no longer have control over the tears streaming down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it doesn't matter where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by people, and I've never felt so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The slightest thing can push me over the egde, and I feel like it's all enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could give up, I've experienced life, and now I want out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all in my head, what has happened to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I let people come so close, then hide away once they begin to discover the truth, who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are noticing the cracks in my disguise,&lt;br /&gt;"whats up with her? why is she crying? is everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;And the people that seem to truly care, I hide from in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because I wouldn't wish to hurt anyone,&lt;br /&gt;to pull them into this.&lt;br /&gt;For me to be an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I watch people go past me everyday, so many people, each one unique, different lives, different feelings, thoughts, memories. I wonder if they're happy, they look happy, but are they really? I wonder what it's like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stare at the world around me and question it, everything seems like a lie to me, and I myself am part of it, I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want everything to go away, I don't want to worry, I don't want anyone to hurt, I wish to not think, not have to think, I don't have to have a care, nothing at all. I can just sleep, forever. I'm nobody's problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I probably won't remember posting this tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It gets worse at night, x.&lt;/span&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/526076646404738742-8910976153025466549?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8910976153025466549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-gonna-end-up-like-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8910976153025466549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8910976153025466549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-gonna-end-up-like-one.html' title='You&apos;re gonna&apos; end up like one.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7546933064043872458</id><published>2009-12-24T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:00:13.592Z</updated><title type='text'>Hiding backwards inside of me, I feel so unafraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv69gwtiE21qzrg2so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv69gwtiE21qzrg2so1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, this is it, my lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time that only comes around once a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A time of warmth, happiness, and enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gathering in one room with your loved ones telling tales of the year that has passed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or has nearly passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories, highlights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a time to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baubles and overwelming towers of tinsel reach out from every window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the colours screaming out in contrast to the snow gathering outdoors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; which forms a colourless world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nearly a new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new chances, new experiences, new oppertunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it won't be that different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but I can only hope to make the year coming a better year than this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I myself do not enjoy christmas as much as most, but I shall try my hardest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is, of course, one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love to all of you, hoping you have a very good weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to those who may not celebrate christmas aswell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7546933064043872458?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7546933064043872458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiding-backwards-inside-of-me-i-feel-so.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7546933064043872458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7546933064043872458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiding-backwards-inside-of-me-i-feel-so.html' title='Hiding backwards inside of me, I feel so unafraid.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1945610373239708716</id><published>2009-12-23T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:48:31.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Show fine, No signs, Grow blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuvkj7PtjE1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuvkj7PtjE1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second appointment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now have to write exactly what I ate, when I ate it, where I ate it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wether or not I binged/purged/used laxatives/exercised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how it made me feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has strangely given me an incredible kick of motivation to get on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, compared to days like the ones I have been having recently, has gone incredibly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling in control, and not as down as I have been feeling lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's snowing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can no longer distinguish the pavement from the road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it looks beautiful, so simple, easy and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas is coming, and I am not worrying about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not let food ruin the time of year that I get to see my family all together, and that is not often at all. I will not let food control me, take over my mood and ruin my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all about the festive atmosphere, and enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all your comments when I've been feeling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've really helped alot, I hope your all doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-1945610373239708716?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1945610373239708716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-fine-no-signs-grow-blind.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1945610373239708716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1945610373239708716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-fine-no-signs-grow-blind.html' title='Show fine, No signs, Grow blind.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5494033282688226243</id><published>2009-12-22T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:11:44.688Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuu2igLqbr1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuu2igLqbr1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have my second doctors appointment tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supposed to be writing the positives and negatives of staying how I am, and getting "better".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't concentrate on anything right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I literally did not realise I had posted last night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If being "normal" means I can be happy like I was, and not care anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take it anyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I look at what they want to eventually have me feeling, and thinking, and eating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's scaring the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish everything would go away for two minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for everything to be quiet, I don't have to feel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nobodys problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two minutes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5494033282688226243?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5494033282688226243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-up-in-woods-im-down-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5494033282688226243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5494033282688226243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-up-in-woods-im-down-on-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;m up in the woods, I&apos;m down on my mind.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-931459319191863912</id><published>2009-12-21T23:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:00:35.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinking, Draining, Drowning, Bleeding, Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuyvp4b7qU1qzzi50o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuyvp4b7qU1qzzi50o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I sat and cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a long, long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes everything is just too much, you can't cope. I know I'm not strong enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my knees buckle under the pressure of everything going on in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was literally no point in today, please, I just want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to not care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember, this time last year, I was at the park,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having a snowball fight with d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thoughts of self hatred flickered in and out of my mind occasionaly, but I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all happens so quick, it takes over, it becomes everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why is it that we strive to feel control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the end, it controls us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mind is full of thoughts, words, memories, loud, throwing themselves at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forcing themselves into view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you like what you've become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-931459319191863912?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/931459319191863912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinking-draining-drowning-bleeding-dead.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/931459319191863912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/931459319191863912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinking-draining-drowning-bleeding-dead.html' title='Sinking, Draining, Drowning, Bleeding, Dead.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7562896560429100065</id><published>2009-12-21T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:05:56.077Z</updated><title type='text'>So I don't know whats real, And whats not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1180326/3684025279_ee552cfc0e_large.jpg?1261359497"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1180326/3684025279_ee552cfc0e_large.jpg?1261359497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for a fact I will not reach what was my goal for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are just everywhere right now. I don't know what to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that there is a crack forming in my disguise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in what is the happy, smiling, laughing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That really isn't me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad I have time off right now, just to let it all go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing extra to worry about, no need to pretend all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, every night, it just isn't nice. It takes hold, and doesn't let you go, drags you down further and further until you have no control of the tears pouring down your face, and you can't sleep, even though it's the thing you need most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to think when you sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to be worth something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to be beautiful, and deserving, and in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for my pathetic attempt at posting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope your all okay, and looking forward to Christmas, and new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7562896560429100065?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7562896560429100065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-dont-know-whats-real-and-whats-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7562896560429100065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7562896560429100065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-dont-know-whats-real-and-whats-not.html' title='So I don&apos;t know whats real, And whats not.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3097683253438035058</id><published>2009-12-14T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:07:44.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Okay, It wants me dead, Goddamn this voice inside my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumi3gH1gB1qzcso1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumi3gH1gB1qzcso1o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I've dissappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had an interesting weekend really,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starving, going out, long nights, binging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm back on track now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had 200 calories today, and I'm ready for tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for my first session at the doctors on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Otherwise though I feel quite shit, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I completely broke down in school, I didn't stop crying for four hours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt so worthess and just like I wanted to give up, I'd had enough, but I managed to pull myself together for my second to last lesson and just get on with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all doing okay, I haven't been posting, but I have tried to read, and comment on a few of your blogs, but I will step it up and try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lots of work and revising (I think) to do, but hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only have to get through this week and then HOLIDAYS :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally. a break. but I'm worried about eating in the holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've said before, it's like weekends, but everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try my hardest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all okay x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3097683253438035058?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3097683253438035058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-it-wants-me-dead-goddamn-this.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3097683253438035058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3097683253438035058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-it-wants-me-dead-goddamn-this.html' title='Okay, It wants me dead, Goddamn this voice inside my head.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8214755409910902221</id><published>2009-12-08T21:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:44:38.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Fear of an enemy, A hand to a face, Words I overhear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku36y69KYa1qzkwbzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku36y69KYa1qzkwbzo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day two, In: 500 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling good and motivated, I really think I can keep this up for the time that I need to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from everything is freezing, I am freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hasn't snowed where I am yet, but I won't be suprised if it does,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am doing nothing too interesting at christmas, just going over to my grandparents and then all the family come over for dinner and present opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think I am going to see some other family over new year, we always have such a laugh at new year over there, so it should be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food wise I am feeling good, after a long time of just eating so much, I am doing quite well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;admittedly it's only been two days, but it's enough to motivate me to keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for all your lovely comments, they really keep me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still with d, I can't imagine not being with him right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust him with everything and he is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he hates this, the eating issues, and really wants me to take the councilling at the doctors, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to take it, but I don't know if it will change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all okay x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8214755409910902221?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8214755409910902221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear-of-enemy-hand-to-face-words-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8214755409910902221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8214755409910902221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear-of-enemy-hand-to-face-words-i.html' title='Fear of an enemy, A hand to a face, Words I overhear.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5952244886430706704</id><published>2009-12-07T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:12:26.049Z</updated><title type='text'>And run, From them, From them, With no direction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku6zsgkFsv1qzcso1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku6zsgkFsv1qzcso1o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The doctors sent me a letter back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my first appointment is next thursday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have to be thinner for then, I'm so determind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for a little extra help, and motivation, I've welcomed back ABC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so many attempts, and so many fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how long I will be able to keep it up, but I at least need to make it two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Today was day one: 500 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intake: 480.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for general life, nothing much is happening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's worryingly cold outside, and it's getting a little frosty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The christmas trees, smothered in their lights, and baubles and tinsel are visible from almost every window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas is coming, I did have a goal for christmas, but I'm not too sure about it now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can try.&lt;br /&gt;As for Christmas spirit, I'm not overly excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What about you lot, are you excited for christmas, what have you asked for? what are your plans? Anyone going anywhere a little warm?&lt;br /&gt;I hope your all doing amazingly x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5952244886430706704?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5952244886430706704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-run-from-them-from-them-with-no.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5952244886430706704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5952244886430706704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-run-from-them-from-them-with-no.html' title='And run, From them, From them, With no direction.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-7321410856069262999</id><published>2009-12-05T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:21:24.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Resort to, Scraping paint, From our bones, Unashamed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwvco5awM1qa67i8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwvco5awM1qa67i8o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I've not been posting and commenting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been reading though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really not feeling great, everything is blurred and I can't find my way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was dreadful in food terms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd done well all day, and came in at half ten and binged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm fixing that today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to sleep tonight having consumed nothing but ice cold water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to have control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can all do this.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your all okay x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-7321410856069262999?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/7321410856069262999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/resort-to-scraping-paint-from-our-bones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7321410856069262999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/7321410856069262999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/12/resort-to-scraping-paint-from-our-bones.html' title='Resort to, Scraping paint, From our bones, Unashamed.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2702188221409759108</id><published>2009-11-30T15:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:23:59.267Z</updated><title type='text'>And I've never been more scared to be alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktqk74Clh61qzcso1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktqk74Clh61qzcso1o1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't know what to do, my mind is so blank right now.&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to the doctors, my family were sick of me apparently not eating.&lt;br /&gt;I am possibly being sent to eating disorder councilling and support groups.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that they'll be tracking my weight has made me determined to lose more,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that it'll soon be the start of a new month,&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start, a chance to really work at getting to my goals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your all okay x&lt;/span&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/526076646404738742-2702188221409759108?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2702188221409759108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-ive-never-been-more-scared-to-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2702188221409759108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2702188221409759108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-ive-never-been-more-scared-to-be.html' title='And I&apos;ve never been more scared to be alone.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6025953753261161423</id><published>2009-11-27T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:45:27.730Z</updated><title type='text'>I painted my mind, Ugly isn't what I want to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfI7DAqFWTw/StzEqpOkVHI/AAAAAAAAGVo/o_vw1JsOhz4/s400/bonjour_voyeur_____by_wordsforsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfI7DAqFWTw/StzEqpOkVHI/AAAAAAAAGVo/o_vw1JsOhz4/s400/bonjour_voyeur_____by_wordsforsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inhale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;Take it back, feel it creep, slowly but certain, it trickles through your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colours, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, dizzy, falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing someone, the person I love, in the shadows made me feel so powerless, usless. I, nor anyone else could do anything but watch as their minds tore them apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt weaker in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to food to ease it, to comfort it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the while I knew I was doing wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't stop myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sleep tonight having consumed 1300 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6025953753261161423?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6025953753261161423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-painted-my-mind-ugly-isnt-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6025953753261161423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6025953753261161423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-painted-my-mind-ugly-isnt-what-i-want.html' title='I painted my mind, Ugly isn&apos;t what I want to be.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfI7DAqFWTw/StzEqpOkVHI/AAAAAAAAGVo/o_vw1JsOhz4/s72-c/bonjour_voyeur_____by_wordsforsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-9165063389491562715</id><published>2009-11-26T23:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:28:42.866Z</updated><title type='text'>And wheres my only cigarette? Did you check the bathroom? The bathtub?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktpq11fxgo1qaqqp9o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktpq11fxgo1qaqqp9o1_400.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of a new start.&lt;br /&gt;I've had about 500 calories today, and I guess I'm feeling good about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better than the past few days where I've been eating mounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A feeling of strength is creeping up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's getting really cold outside, like, really cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Icy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out most of tomorrow, I just have to watch it at breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it'll all be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can do this. I know it x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-9165063389491562715?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/9165063389491562715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-wheres-my-only-cigarette-did-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/9165063389491562715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/9165063389491562715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-wheres-my-only-cigarette-did-you.html' title='And wheres my only cigarette? Did you check the bathroom? The bathtub?'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2693937329556226111</id><published>2009-11-25T22:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:01:42.807Z</updated><title type='text'>What I see is unreal, I've written my own part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktnqptwZrU1qapghqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktnqptwZrU1qapghqo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel so alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've hardly been out this week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mixture of illness and just generally feeling like shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because of this I've eaten and put on alot of weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to really try tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have someone helping me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's easier when someone understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you all the best of luck with your plans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I hope your all doing better than me right now x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2693937329556226111?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2693937329556226111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-see-is-unreal-ive-written-my-own.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2693937329556226111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2693937329556226111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-see-is-unreal-ive-written-my-own.html' title='What I see is unreal, I&apos;ve written my own part.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3752331975400917132</id><published>2009-11-24T19:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:46:36.698Z</updated><title type='text'>I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktegn3XaJt1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktegn3XaJt1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sorry I'm completely useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the trip I lasted two and a half days, then I literally thought I'd pass out, I didn't eat a thing, not even the the resteraunts, I pushed my food around, handed it to others, I hid it quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I've gone into some binge eating phase,&lt;br /&gt;I feel really shit and I couldn't stop myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so heavy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakfast, A banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snack, An apple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner, whatever I'm made to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck you guys,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to do this, I'll post tommorow, sorry for my lack of posting and commenting, I'm pretty ill :( x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3752331975400917132?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3752331975400917132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-worlds-broken-bone-but-melt-your.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3752331975400917132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3752331975400917132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-worlds-broken-bone-but-melt-your.html' title='I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-4146205739401017264</id><published>2009-11-18T22:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:35:13.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness and hate, it shadows me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kslwo7COmt1qzg784o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kslwo7COmt1qzg784o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm off for three days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my plan is to eat as little as possible while I'm there,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep you updated but I'll try my hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best, and hope your all okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish me luck! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-4146205739401017264?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/4146205739401017264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/loneliness-and-hate-it-shadows-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4146205739401017264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/4146205739401017264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/loneliness-and-hate-it-shadows-me.html' title='Loneliness and hate, it shadows me.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5614589918550571041</id><published>2009-11-15T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:16:44.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Through playful lips made of yarn, That fragile capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt641j50vR1qzr91ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt641j50vR1qzr91ro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a plan for this week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the week, no more than 500 calories a day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no eating until dinner, if I get really hungry -fruit and veg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to get a little exercise in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the trip eat as little as possible for three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling like I can definately do this, I have to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I've been so useless, I'll read and comment soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things are a bit hectic, I've got lots of work, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; hope your all okay x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-5614589918550571041?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5614589918550571041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-playful-lips-made-of-yarn-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5614589918550571041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5614589918550571041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-playful-lips-made-of-yarn-that.html' title='Through playful lips made of yarn, That fragile capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-183634941808557067</id><published>2009-11-09T21:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:28:01.293Z</updated><title type='text'>No man can hold, What the darkness can sew, You're 'gonna leave an ugly skull when you go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kssswdABwr1qzkwbzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kssswdABwr1qzkwbzo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel okay, around 500 calories today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't feel great, and I know that will creep back up on me later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had breakfast, and dinner. I never used to eat breakfast, but it seems to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;become quite a regular thing, I really should try and break from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The air is harsh, as you walk it picks at your skin and rips through your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winter is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrap up warm.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's so close to christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going away in a few weeks, and one of those nights there is a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dress that I need to look better in, I need to look better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These next few weeks are going to be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all okay, x. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-183634941808557067?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/183634941808557067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-man-can-hold-what-darkness-can-sew.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/183634941808557067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/183634941808557067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-man-can-hold-what-darkness-can-sew.html' title='No man can hold, What the darkness can sew, You&apos;re &apos;gonna leave an ugly skull when you go.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6810949499720141002</id><published>2009-11-07T21:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:23:11.189Z</updated><title type='text'>There will never be another one that screams like you, When death sleeps, it dreams of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksqaqbUoiQ1qapu6co1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksqaqbUoiQ1qapu6co1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I may have literally eaten my weight in food today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me, and things will only get harder for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will only get better at lieing, pretending, smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will only work harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dizzy, I can't think, I need to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6810949499720141002?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6810949499720141002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-will-never-be-another-one-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6810949499720141002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6810949499720141002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-will-never-be-another-one-that.html' title='There will never be another one that screams like you, When death sleeps, it dreams of you.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-985258911148788838</id><published>2009-11-06T19:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:06:22.570Z</updated><title type='text'>It will be like it was before, I forgot I was alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksnrhi7X2e1qzjidzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksnrhi7X2e1qzjidzo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, Bonfire night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends, empty stomach, straight vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't lie anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three friends that were there knew already, but I don't think they knew how bad I truly felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How fucking worthless I truly feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I purged about six times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the same fucking room, lets call him L, was hitting me around the head, telling me to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stomach acid and vodka.&lt;br /&gt;D gave in, he told my mum, phoned her even, and informed her of my disordered eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J is like a rock. I've helped him, he's helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ruined everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/526076646404738742-985258911148788838?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/985258911148788838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-will-be-like-it-was-before-i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/985258911148788838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/985258911148788838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-will-be-like-it-was-before-i-forgot.html' title='It will be like it was before, I forgot I was alive.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6800776770205005092</id><published>2009-11-02T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:03:54.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead by dreaming, Sleep you steal, Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krbr9ipreP1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krbr9ipreP1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can feel hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that I'll get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that I'll be beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that d will love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that I'll be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure your all doing so much better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you all. I don't know where I'd be without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6800776770205005092?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6800776770205005092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-by-dreaming-sleep-you-steal-mine.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6800776770205005092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6800776770205005092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-by-dreaming-sleep-you-steal-mine.html' title='Dead by dreaming, Sleep you steal, Mine.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3596233910207009884</id><published>2009-10-29T23:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:51:12.254Z</updated><title type='text'>Crying now, Through a rusted smile she knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks8s3j9Uwc1qa3g4io1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks8s3j9Uwc1qa3g4io1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it weird that I can't wait for the snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tights, the thick coats, the winter atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not so much the christmas dinner though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah I had to go out for dinner tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm estimating my day at around 800.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which, to be honest, is what I was aiming for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to try and do so much better tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going out tomorrow night anyway so that gives me an exuse to eat nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been catching up and commenting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I spent basically my whole day with d, it was really nice being with him, I can be myself, and tell him anything and he wants to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just find myself in a constant battle with the voice who continues to scream at me and tell me no-one cares. it's so confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've hope you've all done so much better than me today!&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/526076646404738742-3596233910207009884?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3596233910207009884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/crying-now-through-rusted-smile-she.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3596233910207009884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3596233910207009884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/crying-now-through-rusted-smile-she.html' title='Crying now, Through a rusted smile she knows.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-427784967031183256</id><published>2009-10-28T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:10:31.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Falling up into the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks61bb9kTy1qzddh4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks61bb9kTy1qzddh4o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't find it in me to post for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't done badly, but I haven't done great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suppose I've just maintained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hopefully that will change soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a week off school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a week of no work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a week of, hopefully, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to try and post and comment more frequently now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really have nothing to tell you, I'm so boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I've been useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-427784967031183256?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/427784967031183256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-up-into-sky.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/427784967031183256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/427784967031183256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-up-into-sky.html' title='Falling up into the sky.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8659372762434369195</id><published>2009-10-19T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:47:07.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd leave but I can't forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Sty91M8AxfI/AAAAAAAAAII/nOlzcPSFlXo/s1600-h/434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394395175386662386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Sty91M8AxfI/AAAAAAAAAII/nOlzcPSFlXo/s320/434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seem to resist posting on weekends, strange, but I really should start posting then, as I miss all of your posts and have so much to catch up on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it doesn't help that when I come to post, my computer decides that this moment is the exact moment it should give me hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the millionth time I've tried to keep this window open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I've had about 600 calories today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annoying because I was aiming for 500, but theres always tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling alot better, and appear to have recovered from the flu, but a bug still remains, clawing at the back of my throat making it difficult for me to talk, and extreemely painful to do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lost it yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just couldn't cope with everything going on in my head, I couldn't deal with it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try so fucking hard to keep this side of me from the people around me, the side that cries, the side that is only truly happy when she starves, and I really do try, and I came so close yesterday to accidently revealing that, I was a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't talked to d properly in a while, I need to. I miss him, I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope your all doing so much better than me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8659372762434369195?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8659372762434369195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-leave-but-i-cant-forget.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8659372762434369195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8659372762434369195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-leave-but-i-cant-forget.html' title='I&apos;d leave but I can&apos;t forget.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Sty91M8AxfI/AAAAAAAAAII/nOlzcPSFlXo/s72-c/434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8384903004688780169</id><published>2009-10-16T22:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:30:55.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonliness it shadows me, Quicker than darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Stjk1Y5PH0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/CpK_X2yiX5o/s1600-h/438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393312159642885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Stjk1Y5PH0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/CpK_X2yiX5o/s320/438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't like this flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've actually done alright today, I've had about 320 calories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that was more than twelve hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really want to be 116 tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really have nothing to write, as my day has been so uneventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might see d tomorrow, as he, and about half our school, has also come down with flu. So I haven't seen him all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have commented on most of your blogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all seem to be doing okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8384903004688780169?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8384903004688780169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonliness-it-shadows-me-quicker-than.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8384903004688780169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8384903004688780169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonliness-it-shadows-me-quicker-than.html' title='Lonliness it shadows me, Quicker than darkness.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Stjk1Y5PH0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/CpK_X2yiX5o/s72-c/438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3877134060388570298</id><published>2009-10-15T21:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:15:48.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I listen to the trees, They hum and hold hands with the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SteM9qyuuTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uivG11hL74/s1600-h/435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392934069886433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SteM9qyuuTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uivG11hL74/s320/435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so weak I can hardly stand up, or walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I weighed in at 117 today, it took me far too long to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to work harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had about 650 calories today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means probably no change tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try harder to do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been useless at posting and comenting recently, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have caught up on a few of your blogs and tried my best to comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all doing amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3877134060388570298?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3877134060388570298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-listen-to-trees-they-hum-and-hold.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3877134060388570298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3877134060388570298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-listen-to-trees-they-hum-and-hold.html' title='I listen to the trees, They hum and hold hands with the moon.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SteM9qyuuTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uivG11hL74/s72-c/435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-6647788890668508718</id><published>2009-10-13T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:51:36.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt by the mirror, Burnt by the light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StT06Mo4HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c--0h-OnymM/s1600-h/84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392203934531591762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StT06Mo4HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c--0h-OnymM/s320/84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm feeling a little better today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had around 400 calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm clinging to the hope that it'll show tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I just thank everyone on here for being so supportive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I have 61 followers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sixty one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought anyone would find me ranting and writing about how rubbish my days have been remotely interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to know I have your support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to think I offer the same amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all doing amazingly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-6647788890668508718?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/6647788890668508718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/burnt-by-mirror-burnt-by-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6647788890668508718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/6647788890668508718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/burnt-by-mirror-burnt-by-light.html' title='Burnt by the mirror, Burnt by the light.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StT06Mo4HlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c--0h-OnymM/s72-c/84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3598223429853741501</id><published>2009-10-12T21:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:20:36.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We chase misprinted lies, We face the path of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StOVQMD-9YI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t2Pu1QJnYmE/s1600-h/381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391817284240995714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StOVQMD-9YI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t2Pu1QJnYmE/s320/381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a pretty full weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had 450 calories today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so useless right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every nights the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should be used to it by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm about to catch up on your blogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3598223429853741501?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3598223429853741501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-chase-misprinted-lies-we-face-path.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3598223429853741501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3598223429853741501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-chase-misprinted-lies-we-face-path.html' title='We chase misprinted lies, We face the path of time.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/StOVQMD-9YI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t2Pu1QJnYmE/s72-c/381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2293623918214983326</id><published>2009-10-10T00:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:32:55.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're hungry 'cause you starve, While holding back the tears, Choking on your smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6lcg7rKN1qze8lio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6lcg7rKN1qze8lio1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No food has entered my body since seven o'clock last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't felt control like this in so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2293623918214983326?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2293623918214983326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-hungry-cause-you-starve-while.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2293623918214983326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2293623918214983326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-hungry-cause-you-starve-while.html' title='You&apos;re hungry &apos;cause you starve, While holding back the tears, Choking on your smile.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2210125304665426326</id><published>2009-10-08T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:18:53.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling on your skin, discomfort, Makes you break and run, stumble, fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ss5Q1e9RHHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2nRKG3bvU4M/s1600-h/302.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390334683782388850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ss5Q1e9RHHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2nRKG3bvU4M/s320/302.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;500 calories isn't exactly what I'd call low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but to be fair, it's much better than yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still feel like shit for eating it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to try my hardest to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No food. Only water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to do this. I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things changed so quickly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's usually so easy to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I nearly broke down in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need sleep, badly. Feeling like this has been keeping me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best of luck to everyone, and all their plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2210125304665426326?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2210125304665426326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/crawling-on-your-skin-discomfort-makes.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2210125304665426326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2210125304665426326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/crawling-on-your-skin-discomfort-makes.html' title='Crawling on your skin, discomfort, Makes you break and run, stumble, fall.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ss5Q1e9RHHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2nRKG3bvU4M/s72-c/302.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-3704050598976525241</id><published>2009-10-07T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:19:56.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead to the world, my body was sleeping, On my mind was nothing at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SszPjpLDAhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NLZQ_QVbLxQ/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389911065310200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SszPjpLDAhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NLZQ_QVbLxQ/s320/300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I binged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, I failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still haven't eaten dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will keep it low at dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will keep it low/fast tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will fast Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to have control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't live like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel useless, and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all for being here, to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your all doing better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-3704050598976525241?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/3704050598976525241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-to-world-my-body-was-sleeping-on.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3704050598976525241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/3704050598976525241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-to-world-my-body-was-sleeping-on.html' title='Dead to the world, my body was sleeping, On my mind was nothing at all.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SszPjpLDAhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NLZQ_QVbLxQ/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-8060610644180305160</id><published>2009-10-06T23:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:29:04.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep telling me facts, and keep making me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ssu-zS92VwI/AAAAAAAAADY/w2UwBz-497M/s1600-h/231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389611167552788226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ssu-zS92VwI/AAAAAAAAADY/w2UwBz-497M/s320/231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've been doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had about 600 calories today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't go over 300 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Empty, and worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like no matter how hard I try, I always fail, I strive to feel control, when really, if I had any control I'd get out of this. I feel happiest when I'm starving, and yet am I really happy? Or convising myself that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want this so badly now. It hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel dizzy, and weak, and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;d keeps me together, I love him, and can't thank him enough.&lt;br /&gt;I promised him I'd get there, I'll be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope your all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-8060610644180305160?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/8060610644180305160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-lost-in-forest.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8060610644180305160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/8060610644180305160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-lost-in-forest.html' title='Just keep telling me facts, and keep making me smile.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/Ssu-zS92VwI/AAAAAAAAADY/w2UwBz-497M/s72-c/231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-2952177292360442573</id><published>2009-10-02T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:58:47.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People staring, they know you've been broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsaEfwl4MWI/AAAAAAAAADA/L7Tp2u6n-so/s1600-h/191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139685349962082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsaEfwl4MWI/AAAAAAAAADA/L7Tp2u6n-so/s320/191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've failed you, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I sleep having consumed 1000 calories today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can feel it inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm worthless, just as I started working hard, I screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to sleep. I need to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-2952177292360442573?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/2952177292360442573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-staring-they-know-youve-been.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2952177292360442573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/2952177292360442573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-staring-they-know-youve-been.html' title='People staring, they know you&apos;ve been broken.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsaEfwl4MWI/AAAAAAAAADA/L7Tp2u6n-so/s72-c/191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-5474500752115430250</id><published>2009-10-01T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:10:39.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall asleep, Wish away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsUmBbiKYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9AFDv-FL_C8/s1600-h/183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387754335231435522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsUmBbiKYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9AFDv-FL_C8/s320/183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where have you all gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems rather quiet on here at the moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, I went to comment on all your blogs tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I only had to comment on about three or four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I have had about 300 calories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling in control, it's been a while since I've felt as dizzy and weak and light as I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am scared my friend is coming down the same path as I did, the path I regret taking, and would prefer others to walk away from, and it's all my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only reason she stopped eating in the first place was to try and make me eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If this is how your going to do things, then I'll do it too, until you stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was telling me today how she just doesn't feel like eating anymore, and how her family threatened to take her to see the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want this for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want this for anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hope she stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm worried about the weekend, I usually allow myself more calories at the weekend to avoid binges, but I'm going out for lunch with some friends on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to try and keep it low tomorrow, I don't know yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you all re-appear soon, I'm missing you all.&lt;/span&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/526076646404738742-5474500752115430250?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/5474500752115430250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-asleep-wish-away.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5474500752115430250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/5474500752115430250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-asleep-wish-away.html' title='Fall asleep, Wish away.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy2Nbrwu_8k/SsUmBbiKYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9AFDv-FL_C8/s72-c/183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1782795523655533571</id><published>2009-09-30T22:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:45:27.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not like them, but I can pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqst8sDDBE1qzjyo9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqst8sDDBE1qzjyo9o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was better than I've done in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had around 200 calories, I hope it shows tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had alot of coursework to do though, leaving me not much time to blog and comment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've managed a few, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will make up for it I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling really good about today, I didn't think I had the control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;400 calories max. tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d came round. I had a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always feel worthless, and empty at night, like when I'm tring to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what. I can't escape that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I haven't had chance to comment today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you've all done brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-1782795523655533571?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1782795523655533571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-like-them-but-i-can-pretend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1782795523655533571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1782795523655533571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-like-them-but-i-can-pretend.html' title='I&apos;m not like them, but I can pretend.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526076646404738742.post-1669117457896890622</id><published>2009-09-29T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:05:14.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you hold my hand, Do you understand me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqppa236h81qzbozio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqppa236h81qzbozio1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh the joy of weddings, and the not so beautiful joy of three course meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I am back, and to be honest I am feeling okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate yesterday at the wedding, but hopefully made up for that eating about 350 today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I am feeling okay about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went for a walk alone in the most beautiful forest while I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel it, tomorrow is going to be a good day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not go over 300 calories, and I will be thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking at the sky tonight, it had a redish tint to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunset? or the planet slowly dieing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope it's the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love d, I love him. I need him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept repeating it in my head, I never thought I would need someone the way I need him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's sort of scary, love, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been trying to catch up on your blogs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope your all doing amazingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526076646404738742-1669117457896890622?l=seeistired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/feeds/1669117457896890622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-hold-my-hand-do-you-understand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1669117457896890622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526076646404738742/posts/default/1669117457896890622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeistired.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-hold-my-hand-do-you-understand.html' title='Will you hold my hand, Do you understand me.'/><author><name>See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785269179973041535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-bk4hsPFtk/TwttKkFzzEI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rg-Tfm6pWdY/s220/DSC01431%2Bcopy-pola1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
