<?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-35625279</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:41:13.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MRIW68</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mriw68.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35625279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mriw68.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mriw68</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336512585094929375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35625279.post-227745759442607775</id><published>2007-05-23T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:39:12.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no reason...</title><content type='html'>So yeah I've done another clean-up of all my posts. I wanna try and forget all about that person. Things just aren't meant to be. I wish I didn't feel so crap all the time. I just constantly feel drained and its times like these that I wish I had someone to turn to. Someone that I don't need to even say anything but they are just their for me no matter what. I suppose i could chat to the person that is closest to me but when they don't know everything about me its always hard to open up to them. I just wish I could have told her ages ago the truth about myself. Its all I want to do in the world but I just can't find the right time to do it. Will there ever be a right time?! Who knows. All I know is that I just don't want to do it by text or on msn. I want it to be face to face. I'm so scared how she will react though. What if she totally freaks out and never wants to speak to me again? I think it would actually break me if that happened. She's the only person in the world that actually knows me for who I am and if I was more truthful with her I think we'd become even closer. But when you don't see someone very often face-to-face how do you tell them? I have decided that whenever I finally tell someone that I will get a tattoo somewhere on my body. Just a small star. Nothing huge or ugly. I'd love to get it just on the back of my wrist but I know I'd just get sick of it and then what would I do....I'd be left with an ugly tattoo that I hate on somewhere that I look at all the time. I actually love this song I heard for the first time the other night. Its by Brett Dennen and is called Ain't No Reason and heres a couple of lines from it that mean the most to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          there ain't no reasons things are this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; its how they've always been and they intend to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i can't explain why we live this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we do it everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song really hits home with me. Maybe there ain't no reason I feel this way?&lt;br /&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/35625279-227745759442607775?l=mriw68.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mriw68.blogspot.com/feeds/227745759442607775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35625279&amp;postID=227745759442607775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35625279/posts/default/227745759442607775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35625279/posts/default/227745759442607775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mriw68.blogspot.com/2007/05/aint-no-reason.html' title='Ain&apos;t no reason...'/><author><name>mriw68</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336512585094929375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
