<?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-4096127331716190729</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:40.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Mood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloomymood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096127331716190729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloomymood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L' Adriane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971544541847952695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhxvMYuv9w/ThlHTZEvCoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/stYpK4aeYn4/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096127331716190729.post-2037505765871941794</id><published>2011-07-10T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:04:57.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today is five months. Five months ago at this time I was sobbing, my heart was full of pain... still is. I wonder, will I be able to get over this eventually? I don't scare easily but this feeling I've been feeling for the past five months&amp;nbsp;horrify s me. All the memories we built, all the things we shared, and now it's all gone. I promised myself I would never beg anyone, I would never look for anybody. But look at me now, your friends called me Crazy? I think crazy was an&amp;nbsp;understatement. I would knock at your door, call your phone, text your phone... and what would I&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;in return... NOTHING.&amp;nbsp;I wonder if you ever feel bad about hurting me the way you did but at this point I'm pretty sure you don't. Humiliating me in public? That was low. I guess I'm such a prideful person it hurts feeling rejected. You found my weakness and you destroyed me with it. You out of all people. I guess what hurts more is simply&amp;nbsp;reminiscing on our good times, sitting in your car at night looking at the stars, hearing you telling me how much you loved me, hugging each other so tight &amp;lt;3, hearing you say I was the love of your life. Listening to the songs you would&amp;nbsp;cutely dedicate me, simply hearing how your day went made me happy because you were sharing something with me. I guess what disappoints me the most is how you went from being the sweetest person to me to being the most cold, careless&amp;nbsp;person I ever met.&amp;nbsp;You know, it hurts deep inside it does. Today someone said to me, "Why don't you smile, you should try that... you always have a depressed look on your face.". I wasn't aware my misery was so&amp;nbsp;noticeable.&amp;nbsp;As of now, I am confused in what I feel. I'm not sure&amp;nbsp;weather&amp;nbsp;I really hate you or I love you but all that love is hidden by the enormous anger I feel towards you or I just simply don't care any longer. Whatever it is I just hope I can&amp;nbsp;genuinely&amp;nbsp;smile again and be happy&amp;lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096127331716190729-2037505765871941794?l=gloomymood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gloomymood.blogspot.com/feeds/2037505765871941794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gloomymood.blogspot.com/2011/07/dead-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096127331716190729/posts/default/2037505765871941794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096127331716190729/posts/default/2037505765871941794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gloomymood.blogspot.com/2011/07/dead-heart.html' title='Dead Heart'/><author><name>L' Adriane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971544541847952695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhxvMYuv9w/ThlHTZEvCoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/stYpK4aeYn4/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
