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  <title>she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.</title>
  <subtitle>she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-12-10T03:04:34Z</updated>
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    <title>shakemyhips @ 2009-04-12T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T02:03:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T03:04:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in the past two days, I've seen two ex boyfriends, two former best friends, one frenemy and a very old friend I haven't seen in almost 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. and confused. and still extremely hungover. I suppose that's what I get for staying up til 5am every night.&lt;br /&gt;details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of new york for a while. I need change or at least a break from all this. I'm serious. I just keep running into my past here. sometimes that can be good but sometimes it's just painful. and I'm so angry at everyone for being so selfish, for being so utterly careless. they treat you like garbage and then expect you to act like everything's okay and forgive them without ever making the slightest effort to make it up to you. I wish I wasn't freaking out like this, I wish I didn't care so much. but things took such a turn for the worse so abruptly, everything just fell apart, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been the worst year of my entire life.</content>
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    <title>turn your love my way.</title>
    <published>2008-11-16T23:02:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-20T18:24:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v122/CaNdyCoRn/Miscellaneous/8fytixw-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends only.&lt;br /&gt;comment and add me first.</content>
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