﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>CaseyJo86's Xanga</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from CaseyJo86</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Monday, August 06, 2007</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/608356473/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/608356473/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 03:44:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Okay... So, I'm actually here to vent now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm single. Again. 9 months is the longest relationship I've ever been in. Well, it was almost 9 months. Not quite. That would have been in... 4 days. ::sigh:: I feel really weird about being single. Sort of. Like, there's this part of me that wants to get out, meet new people, date, have fun, be young... But, there's a whole seperate side of me that is absolutely mortified of it. Petrified that I made the wrong choice in this break up. Petrified that single life really isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm not used to feeling lonely anymore. It's going to take some adjusting.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I miss having a hand to hold. A hand that I know would be there no matter what. A person I knew would do anything for me at any given moment. Someone who I knew, without a doubt would be there for me...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Was that the problem? Was I so used to the uncertainty of my previous relationship that I couldn't handle the security of this one? No training. No Iraq. No distance...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I've realized exactly how young I am. How stupid. How unsure of everything I am.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I do have a future planned. I want to teach. I want a hubby that loves me.&amp;nbsp;I want 3 kids. I want a house. I want a dog. I want a cat. I want a garden with a white fence around it. I want what every girl wants... I just have no freaking clue how I'm going to get there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;ick.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/608356473/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/606987124/my-celebrity-look-alikes/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/606987124/my-celebrity-look-alikes/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 02:31:09 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target=_new&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://x09.xanga.com/a28c17ea45132138582475/q101904869.jpg"&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/606987124/my-celebrity-look-alikes/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Almost 4 months since I xangaed last...</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/605235513/almost-4-months-since-i-xangaed-last/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/605235513/almost-4-months-since-i-xangaed-last/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 18:23:21 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;No one really uses this anymore, and I'm okay with that. I just kind of feel like typing right now. Not even really venting. Cuz I don't have much to vent about. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Everything is going as planned, right now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Just moved into my new place. (love it, by the way.)&lt;BR&gt;Got a raise a while back, so that helps.&lt;BR&gt;I actually have internet at my new place.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I was really focused on this like 4 seconds ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;And now I'm not.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/605235513/almost-4-months-since-i-xangaed-last/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, March 19, 2007</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/578051231/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/578051231/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 21:41:26 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I power practiced today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I only practiced for 35 minutes, but I feel about a million times better about my music.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I am practicing better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Don't laugh at me because I'm a music dork.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;The next few months are going to be quite hectic...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I've found some potential places for next year.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm going home for the summer. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Yuck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm less than pleased.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;But, I'll save tons of money.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/578051231/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, March 11, 2007</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/576199302/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/576199302/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:50:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Hello all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;This has potential to be long. I have some time to kill.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Let's go back a year in time and meet Casey Gilreath...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;August05/April06- Single. Living at home. Just about inseperable with her best friend. Sad about the relationship status, but fine. Scared of school. Wanting to grow up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;May06- Prepping to move out. New friend. School's out for the summer. Chicago- the musical. New quasi-boyfriend.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;June06- Moved out. New house. New life. Class, work, rehearse, party, sleep. Usually without the party, until the weekend. Still quasi-boyfriend.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;July06- Adjusted to house.&amp;nbsp;Kitty cat. Adjusted to life and the routine that comes with it... Starting to hurt people&amp;nbsp;I never knew I could hurt, inseperable and other close friends.&amp;nbsp;Official boyfriend.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;August06- Saw boyfriend. Single 2 or 3 weeks later. Relationship with roomate down the shitter. Repaired with the inseperable other half. Other half moves in. School in session.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;September06- Parties. Several of them. Lots of making out. Relationship with inseperable in full swing. (or so I thought)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;October06- Fall break, finally. School is fine. Inseperable goes to parents house for the weekend. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;November06- New relationship. School is more than fine. Drama beyond all control, thanks to&amp;nbsp;people who have nothing better to do than fuck with my life. &amp;nbsp;Inseperable never comes home from break.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;December06- Relationship in full swing. Already wanting out of my house. Roommate never the same. Haven't spoken to x-BFF in months.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;This continues all the way until February.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;UNO Show Choir Festival. All is good. Spent some time with the old inseperable. It's getting better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;4 or 5 days later? ish. I hear some interesting info at work and the inseperable become the very much seperated.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Here it is. March. My lease is up soon. And I couldn't have been more scared two weeks ago. I bawled in Masterclass in front of my entire studio. I can't remember the last time I talked to my roomate about anything that half mattered in the world. Austin is one of the few people that don't have my blood that I can count on. Between Steph having her own life and Sarah being 6 hours away, I'm just about out of girlfriends.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I've got some friends at school that I can trust, and Lindsey and I are becoming really good friends. We could quite possibly be getting a place just 2 blocks from my current one. The rent is a little less, the place is a little nicer. And I definately need a change of roomie pace. The utilities and shit will be a little more than what I'm paying now, but what I'm paying now is more than a gift, really. And I know that. Oh, and there's another girl probably moving in. She's a riot. Plus I've known them long enough that I'm not scared to move in with them. I didn't even hesitate to move in with Calyn. And sometimes I wish I would have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;The other thing I came to terms with the other day, is something that everyone in college should. Listen, I fear change with the best of them.... And I came to the realization that these 4/5 years of your life are a CONSTANT change. Nothing is ever the same you're constantly learning and growing. So, in the way that everything is constantly changing... there is &lt;STRONG&gt;no change&lt;/STRONG&gt;. You can't get too comfortable in one place.... Cuz leases are usually only a year. People change. You change. RELATIONSHIPS CHANGE. Everything does, and in that.... life is constant. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;You can't go into it expecting it all to be sugar coated and easy. Cuz that's what I sure did. You have to realize that these years are full of Ramen noodles, too many hours at work,tears, owing your parents money, late nights, booze, U-hauls, laughing, loving, and growing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Growing up is hard &amp;amp; I think I'm up for the challenge.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;-what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/576199302/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, February 14, 2007</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/570365142/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/570365142/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:09:34 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Hey all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm at UNO, not doing anything. Well, I should be doing more than I'm doing. There's a show choir coimpetition, and I'm more or less hanging out. I haven't done anything all morning. I'm supposed to be Security. It mainly involves a lot of.. "Walk, please!" "Quiet, please!" It more or less sucks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Oh well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;It's Valentine's Day again. Which is exciting... Except for Valentine's day is shittier than shitty at work. We are way too busy. It's the busiest day of the year in Carry Out. And it's going to suck something fierce. Oh well, though. It happens to the best of 'em. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;But, I finally have someone on Valentine's Day. Eventhough we both have to work... Well, I have to work, he has a gig. (isn't that cool!)... But anyway. We aren't planning on doing anything really. We're just going to hang out for a little bit after work/gig. and I'm sure he'll end up crashing at the house. So, we'll get some time together. And that's all I want.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm about spent. I haven't done this stuff in forever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Have a good Valentines' day, all!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/570365142/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>::sigh::</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/568457613/sigh/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/568457613/sigh/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 22:07:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/caseyjo86/46001105228418/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=9eea2bf81db7 src="http://x46.xanga.com/001d042506131105228418/z74393002.jpg" width=120&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Isn't that an adorable picture of the kitty cats? Yes. Yes, it is! &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I don't ever do this anymore... I wish I knew why. Well, that's a lie. I totally know why. I don't have tons of time to myself... and when I do, I guess I do better stuff than xanga. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Let's see... Today has been a day full of nothing. Theory, practice, Austin, and nothing. But, it's been nice. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Calyn wanted to go on a road trip. But, I haven't the slightest desire to do anything that doesn't involve this couch and my kitten. Right now I'm watching Jeopardy and it's awesome. I love the Teen Tournaments, cuz I know the answers to shit. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm going to Europe this summer. And I'm excited. P.S.- Jens, I'm coming to Braunschweig. So, get ahold of me and I'll give you the dates that I'll be there! Get EXCITED! But, anyway... Concert Choir is going to Germany, The Netherlands, and Belgium. We're touring and singing and all the fabulous things of that nature. So, it's gonna be sweet. Jack has the oppurtunity to go... so, help me convince him to go. Fred, that means you! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go. I've got some laundry to throw in the washer. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Holler at your girl!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/568457613/sigh/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, January 22, 2007</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/564891359/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/564891359/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 15:44:36 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I can't believe how long it's been.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;My life has been too much to babble about in a freakin' blog.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm finally happy with a person who truly cares about me. &lt;BR&gt;School is school.&lt;BR&gt;Music is hard.&lt;BR&gt;Valentino's still is super shitty for the most part.&lt;BR&gt;My friends are limited and few.&lt;BR&gt;And my cat is still adorable.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Time to go study for a few minutes before Music History...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Kisses to all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/564891359/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, October 05, 2006</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/535466920/item/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/535466920/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 22:04:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;It's been entirely too long, oh faithful ones.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm 10 times better than my last emo post. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Things at the house are... better? ish? I'm not sure. Depends on the day mostly. But, at least it's somewhat improved.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I turned 20 on Tuesday. Weird? Yes. I got a tattoo... Weirder? YES. I love it though. It's small, easy to cover up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;If you want a real update on life... let me know. I'm not feelin' it today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Oh, and I'm singing in my first ever competition tomorrow. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/535466920/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>::sigh::</title><link>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/524065243/sigh/</link><guid>http://caseyjo86.xanga.com/524065243/sigh/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 16:50:36 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I don't have a lot to say. I'm sure most of you have heard the news. Whatev. I'll live.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I'm at a loss of what to do. How to act. What to think.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;How does something you put so much into... just... stop? Without your consent.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I don't feel at home in my house anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Sometimes I want to move home. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Sometimes I want to quit my job.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;But, what would I do without it to hide behind?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Most of the time I feel alone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I know I've changed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;It would just be easier to say "fuck it all" and go drink.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;But, I don't fee like it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I've never felt so miserable as I've felt in the last week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Waiting for the call.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;I hate being like this.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Sorry for the emo post.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
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