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I&amp;#039;ll mostly blog about a boy in my life, which might or might interest you. Personally, i couldn&amp;#039;t care less. My life is somewhat eventful. I spend 70% of it on the internet and the last 30% in anger over not being on the computer, or in boredom. Yee, i have issues &amp;#62;_&amp;#60; &amp;#60;3</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-09-27T09:58:37Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-09-27T09:58:37Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>Dear myself, yours faithfully, myself.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4b71678/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C2638770A8720EDear0Emyself0Eyours0Efaithfully0Emyself0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>think with me here, hold back those tears, take a deep breath, and take a moment to think. remember that boy, when at the first glance, you wanted him to be the...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4b71678/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/79107704/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/79107704/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/79107704/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/79107704/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2638770872-Dear-myself-yours-faithfully-myself.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-27T09:58:37Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language></item><item><title>I don't think I can sit here and say I'm okay</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5cf0c4bf/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C25870A569390EI0Edon0Et0Ethink0EI0Ecan0Esit0Ehere0Eand0Esay0EI0Em0Eokay0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>I don't think it's just about him anymore. It's about everything. I've realized why I'm hard to be liked, by anyone. It's because of my past. And really, my past is...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5cf0c4bf/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1559282879/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1559282879/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1559282879/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1559282879/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2587056939-I-don-t-think-I-can-sit-here-and-say-I-m-okay.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-16T05:12:40Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2587056939-I-don-t-think-I-can-sit-here-and-say-I-m-okay.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2587056939.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> I don&#039;t think it&#039;s just about him anymore. It&#039;s about everything. I&#039;ve realized why I&#039;m hard to be liked, by anyone. It&#039;s because of my past. And really, my past is...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>This is not what i do.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/cfab849/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C256330A91130EThis0Eis0Enot0Ewhat0Ei0Edo0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>I've reach the point in my life where i've given up on relationships. because i have my school work, i have my friends. and mainly because seeing his face just makes...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/cfab849/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/217757769/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/217757769/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/217757769/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/217757769/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2563309113-This-is-not-what-i-do.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-07-28T09:40:05Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2563309113-This-is-not-what-i-do.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2563309113.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> I&#039;ve reach the point in my life where i&#039;ve given up on relationships. because i have my school work, i have my friends. and mainly because seeing his face just makes...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>I've had enough of life.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/17c054e/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C25552859310EI0Eve0Ehad0Eenough0Eof0Elife0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>This article is going to be long. because i need to rant. because im sick of everything to do with him. in no particular order, i'm going to spill everything. from my...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/17c054e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/24905038/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/24905038/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/24905038/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/24905038/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2555285931-I-ve-had-enough-of-life.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-07-22T07:50:08Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language></item><item><title>One step forward, two steps back,</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5fd8a896/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C2520A40A0A40A30EOne0Estep0Eforward0Etwo0Esteps0Eback0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>i say i hate him. but even now, he can still manage to make my heart jump. butterflies swarm my tummy. i wish it was because of hate. the day i still think about....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5fd8a896/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1608034454/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1608034454/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1608034454/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1608034454/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2520400403-One-step-forward-two-steps-back.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-06-26T23:45:57Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language></item><item><title>Four Months On.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/21e3bf42/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C24561722690EFour0EMonths0EOn0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Well, it seems no one visits anymore :) I don't blame you. That boy. Well, there is no that boy anymore. Four months ago I gave my heart, soul, and my privacy away...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/21e3bf42/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/568573762/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/568573762/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/568573762/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/568573762/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2456172269-Four-Months-On.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-05-15T09:28:54Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language></item><item><title>Summing e v e r y t h i n g up.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6df0ac66/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C22728626710ESumming0Ee0Ev0Ee0Er0Ey0Et0Eh0Ei0En0Eg0Eup0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>i love him I won't change. Because i can't &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6df0ac66/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1844489318/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1844489318/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1844489318/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1844489318/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2272862671-Summing-e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-up.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-01-27T22:02:57Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2272862671-Summing-e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-up.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2272862671.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> i love him I won&#039;t change. Because i can&#039;t </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Sometimes I think I'm responsible for my loneliness</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2ff80683/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C224617280A90ESometimes0EI0Ethink0EI0Em0Eresponsible0Efor0Emy0Eloneliness0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>I told myself I don't want to date you again. I know better. but i can't imagine kissing aynone but you. i told myself i won't miss you anymore. 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What has he done for me? i want to know why i can't stop! being told to move on...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3b42b71b/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/994227995/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/994227995/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/994227995/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/994227995/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2238991671-He-s-like-my-own-personal-brand-of-heroine.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-01-09T08:16:34Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2238991671-He-s-like-my-own-personal-brand-of-heroine.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2238991671.1.png" alt="" /></a> he&#039;s vain he&#039;s rude he&#039;s careless and he puts me in a bad mood. Why do i love him? What has he done for me? i want to know why i can&#039;t stop! being told to move on...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>First Video, very awkward.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6a03c9b5/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C2230A0A816570EFirst0EVideo0Every0Eawkward0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Watching this made me laugh. Because I was strangely nervous and awkward. I can't express myself through video like i can through typing. 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He text me. And he was somewhat sucking up to me. Then finally he asked me to send a picture of myself. 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I've never wanted anything more, anything more...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/708b09cf/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1888160207/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1888160207/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1888160207/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1888160207/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2192373119-I-feel-like-I-m-getting-no-where.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-12-15T06:24:32Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2192373119-I-feel-like-I-m-getting-no-where.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2192373119.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> I got told that you don&#039;t fall in love the same way twice. What would I know, right? I&#039;m still stuck on that one guy. I&#039;ve never wanted anything more, anything more...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Maybe my friends are worth more.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4792988f/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C21696665810EMaybe0Emy0Efriends0Eare0Eworth0Emore0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>so i log on after like, three months. When i first joined - I had one friend I log on like 10 mins ago i have fucking 50 friend requests and 40 comments i was like 'i...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4792988f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1200789647/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1200789647/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1200789647/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1200789647/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2169666581-Maybe-my-friends-are-worth-more.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-12-02T09:50:46Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2169666581-Maybe-my-friends-are-worth-more.html"><img align="left" src="http://05.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/tayroar.51516405.2169666581.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> so i log on after like, three months. When i first joined - I had one friend I log on like 10 mins ago i have fucking 50 friend requests and 40 comments i was like &#039;i...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Finalising Emotions.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/64a70e11/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C21377670A830EFinalising0EEmotions0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>It's hard for me to trust anyone, anymore. when everyone i opened my heart to let me down... &amp; a little peice of me breaks away when i see you with her Maybe i fell...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/64a70e11/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688669713/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688669713/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1688669713/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1688669713/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tayroar.skyrock.com/2137767083-Finalising-Emotions.html</guid><dc:creator>tayROAR</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-11-15T08:14:35Z</dc:date><dc:language>en</dc:language></item><item><title>Depression? Or just broken?</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2a457556/l/0Ltayroar0Bskyrock0N0C210A63239250EDepression0EOr0Ejust0Ebroken0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Why do i feel like this? &gt;_________&lt; Turns out there's only one guy i love. and he's the only guy because i'm not willing to open my heart out for others. 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There were some pretttyyy attractive guys. Too bad they were either too old or had a girlfriend. 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