<?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-32436081</id><updated>2012-01-14T19:13:19.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take your taste back.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xo</name><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>469</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3530421065011140255</id><published>2012-01-14T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:13:19.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ughhhh so fucking annoyed. I fucking hate wasting money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3530421065011140255?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3530421065011140255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3530421065011140255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2012/01/ughhhh-so-fucking-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7496412997094662898</id><published>2012-01-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:44:06.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come lie next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don’t speak. I don’t need to know your name or where you came from. I don’t care about what you do for a living or the places you’ve been. I won’t ask how you got that scar on your shoulder or if you believe in soul mates. I’m not interested in hearing stories from your childhood or hearing all your secrets, and I certainly won’t tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just lay with me tonight. Let me fall asleep with your skin pressed into mine. I want to feel your heart beating and your breath on my shoulders and neck. Rock into me, let me close my eyes and fool myself into believing, if even just for tonight,  that I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7496412997094662898?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7496412997094662898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7496412997094662898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-lie-next-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-221828136868153704</id><published>2011-12-18T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:16:42.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lay with me and stroke your weathered fingers through my hair like piano keys with a softened melody. I want your whispers in my pockets and riddled breaths exhaled on the nape of my neck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-221828136868153704?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/221828136868153704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/221828136868153704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/12/lay-with-me-and-stroke-your-weathered.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6174211959489590623</id><published>2011-11-17T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:29:59.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving you is like a battle. We both end up with scars.&lt;p&gt;No one loves you more than me and no one ever will. ):&lt;p&gt;why do we have to play this silly game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6174211959489590623?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6174211959489590623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6174211959489590623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/11/loving-you-is-like-battle.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7713376349349650946</id><published>2011-09-24T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:54:56.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I&amp;#39;m going backwards. I don&amp;#39;t learn my lessons and nothing ever gets better. I&amp;#39;m dumb. I deserve this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7713376349349650946?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7713376349349650946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7713376349349650946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-like-i-going-backwards.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3860731272087083462</id><published>2011-08-30T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:26:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for you, m.</title><content type='html'>'you're as fake as the bitches you call friends. you talk all this shit about being real, but in the end, you are just another bitch made dude. dispose of yourself. you're only worth the second it takes to delete your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the waste of a perfectly good make out session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3860731272087083462?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3860731272087083462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3860731272087083462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-for-you-m.html' title='just for you, m.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5803808888299807957</id><published>2011-08-29T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:25:52.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#39;don&amp;#39;t get attached to this.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;believe me, i won&amp;#39;t. you were just another mistake.&lt;p&gt;O for 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5803808888299807957?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5803808888299807957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5803808888299807957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-attached-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5068356334990964879</id><published>2011-08-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:30:12.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing better than finally being able to kiss your old high school crush. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5068356334990964879?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5068356334990964879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5068356334990964879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothing-better-than-finally-being-able.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5939389030388075734</id><published>2011-08-13T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:30:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should learn from your mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5939389030388075734?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5939389030388075734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5939389030388075734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-should-learn-from-your-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8978009754111331004</id><published>2011-08-11T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:29:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After today at midnight, I&amp;#39;m not texting anymore boys first. Fuck it. If they wanna talk to me, cool. If not, thats even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8978009754111331004?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8978009754111331004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8978009754111331004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-today-at-midnight-i-not-texting.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-614558838925811271</id><published>2011-08-09T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:29:28.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is never easy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-614558838925811271?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/614558838925811271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/614558838925811271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-never-easy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4732791833489418353</id><published>2011-07-31T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:57:01.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear love,</title><content type='html'>why can't you just let us be? you know my current feelings for you have never strayed. my feelings for you, will tear another into two pieces but i can't stop myself. i just want you. it's your face that i want to kiss. it's your scent i want lingering over my bed. my (your) tee shirt slacks your scent and it feels like an empty shell nowadays. i miss your voice and your smile. i wish you could understand the weight of my words. they are pouring out of my chest but you don't seem to care. you don't let my feelings bother you. the harder i cling to you the faster you pull away. i can feel my heart breaking and you are content with your current life. your current state of mind that has no place for me. not anymore. i don't know what to make of this mess i have created. i ruined something special. i made dumb decisions that destroyed a wonderful future that i could have had with you. i would give anything to take back my regret, to fix my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sound of your snoring every night. it was my background music. my night lullaby. i miss hearing your sleepy voice, i miss hearing the "i love you"s pouring from your mouth. i miss you. us. you. me. i miss what we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this won't read well in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never take what i write serious. it's just a clutter fuck of emotions and mixed in lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4732791833489418353?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4732791833489418353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4732791833489418353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-love.html' title='dear love,'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1507454764196168042</id><published>2011-07-27T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:13:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for a slight moment, i thought i was happy. i thought i got lucky and find someone who i can truly be myself with. i was wrong. i don't know anything about being a relationship or even trying to be a relationship. i'm tired of trying. i don't even want to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to be alone. i'm better off this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1507454764196168042?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1507454764196168042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1507454764196168042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-slight-moment-i-thought-i-was-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2846611199741476938</id><published>2011-07-25T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:16:42.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy being lied too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2846611199741476938?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2846611199741476938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2846611199741476938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-enjoy-being-lied-too.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3006509462769889071</id><published>2011-07-24T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:07:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want a perfect person,</title><content type='html'>I just want someone to act silly with, someone who treats me well &amp; loves being with me more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3006509462769889071?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3006509462769889071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3006509462769889071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-want-perfect-person.html' title='I don&apos;t want a perfect person,'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7819410916189729934</id><published>2011-07-23T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:37:06.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your scent is lingering on my pillow and care bear blanket. I miss you. Come back to me and never leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7819410916189729934?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7819410916189729934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7819410916189729934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-scent-is-lingering-on-my-pillow.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7154464935683247346</id><published>2011-07-22T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:34:37.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mistake after mistake.&lt;br&gt;Fuck by fuck.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to stop trying to be loved.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m meant to be alone.&lt;br&gt;Fuck itm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7154464935683247346?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7154464935683247346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7154464935683247346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/mistake-after-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7660477211830974485</id><published>2011-07-19T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:05:18.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys always pretend to like me. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7660477211830974485?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7660477211830974485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7660477211830974485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/boys-always-pretend-to-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1469871972081817326</id><published>2011-07-14T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:08:16.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel alone tonight. What a horrible empty feeling this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1469871972081817326?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1469871972081817326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1469871972081817326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-alone-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8818632091225726872</id><published>2011-07-13T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:29:35.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pushed everyone else away for you and you left me alone.&lt;p&gt;Sounds like the story of my life.&lt;br&gt;First Jacob and now Brandon.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m just meant to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8818632091225726872?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8818632091225726872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8818632091225726872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-pushed-everyone-else-away-for-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1396542741968951699</id><published>2011-07-03T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:20:23.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ll always love you. Please never leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1396542741968951699?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1396542741968951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1396542741968951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-always-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-510122324170558020</id><published>2011-07-03T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:56:47.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feelings for you, will tear another into two pieces but I can&amp;#39;t stop myself. I just want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-510122324170558020?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/510122324170558020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/510122324170558020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-feelings-for-you-will-tear-another.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8615669109569846682</id><published>2011-07-03T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:41:25.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a moment of weakness and started getting attached to someone. Stupid me for thinking I could trust someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8615669109569846682?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8615669109569846682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8615669109569846682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-had-moment-of-weakness-and-started.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3286103968746757045</id><published>2011-07-02T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:12:41.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on love.</title><content type='html'>"I think love happens when you&amp;#8217;re able to stop asking yourself, &amp;#8220;What is it they&amp;#8217;re doing to show me they really love me? What if they don&amp;#8217;t stay?&amp;#8221; and start trusting that the feelings you&amp;#8217;re experiencing really have no explanation, they just are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love isn&amp;#8217;t a formula. Things don&amp;#8217;t always add up. You&amp;#8217;re not always going to get as much as you give. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, it&amp;#8217;s possible to connect with another person right off the bat - and I&amp;#8217;m sure there are people out there who&amp;#8217;ve experienced love at first sight and are still with that person to this day - but even for those people, love takes times. You can&amp;#8217;t love somebody without knowing their favorite color, or the way their breathing sounds when they&amp;#8217;re asleep.  If you can tell somebody you love them after you&amp;#8217;ve seen them at their most vulnerable, after learning all their deepest, darkest secrets&amp;#8230;that&amp;#8217;s love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When things don&amp;#8217;t feel right to you, trust your gut. Nobody knows you better than you know yourself. If you keep waiting around, hoping to feel something that just isn&amp;#8217;t there, you could miss out on something that truly does make you happy. If there&amp;#8217;s anything I&amp;#8217;ve learned after 20 years of living, it&amp;#8217;s that you&amp;#8217;ve got to do what makes you happy - no matter what. Because those who truly love you will back your choices 100%, simply because they know it makes you happy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When somebody makes you happy, tell them, and tell them constantly. I don&amp;#8217;t mean become a broken record, but every time somebody does something to make me smile or laugh, I tell them, because I want them to know they&amp;#8217;re special to me. I want them to know they&amp;#8217;re the reason I have a smile on my face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://daphneemarie.tumblr.com/post/7172750934" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;daphneemarie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3286103968746757045?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3286103968746757045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3286103968746757045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoughts-on-love.html' title='Thoughts on love.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4767798654831095431</id><published>2011-07-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:16:22.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon wrote this about me:</title><content type='html'>"i miss the feeling of ur soft skin on my finger tips and as i ran them over ur hand or along ur back. I miss laying myself right up against u and feeling the warmth of your body on mine, i wanna smell your smell again and kiss u on the those beautiful lips of urs and look into ur eyes once more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4767798654831095431?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4767798654831095431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4767798654831095431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/07/brandon-wrote-this-about-me.html' title='Brandon wrote this about me:'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4650061238055249076</id><published>2011-06-29T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:49:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got ditched by two guys this weekend. I feel so unattractive. Oh well. I&amp;#39;m better off on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4650061238055249076?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4650061238055249076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4650061238055249076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-got-ditched-by-two-guys-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5842475317557010711</id><published>2011-06-27T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:53:02.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m always left alone at night time. I should be use to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5842475317557010711?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5842475317557010711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5842475317557010711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-always-left-alone-at-night-time.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5789650347237415039</id><published>2011-06-21T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:57:53.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#39;Ur going to have a lot of crooks tryna steal ur heart but they will never have any luck, they will never figure out how to love you&amp;#39; - J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5789650347237415039?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5789650347237415039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5789650347237415039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-have-lot-of-crooks-tryna-steal.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4616815822218385804</id><published>2011-06-19T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:51:53.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love being nerdy with you. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4616815822218385804?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4616815822218385804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4616815822218385804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-being-nerdy-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6129734994258475987</id><published>2011-06-19T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:22:40.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take me back to friday night, I want to lay in bed with my head on your chest. I can hear your heart beat racing. I miss the smirk on your face every time you touched me and I got shy. Your hands on my back rubbing my lower back trying to put me to sleep. Your sleepy voice whispering in my ear that it will all be okay.&lt;p&gt;I miss the light kisses on your face while you were off in dreamland. The cute snores and messy bed hair. I just miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6129734994258475987?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6129734994258475987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6129734994258475987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-me-back-to-friday-night-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2933588508334823492</id><published>2011-06-15T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:14:31.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J thinks he can have me whenever he wants. He is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2933588508334823492?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2933588508334823492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2933588508334823492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/j-thinks-he-can-have-me-whenever-he.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3550887659485219226</id><published>2011-06-15T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:47:34.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B wants to meet my family. It seems way too soon. I&amp;#39;m scared of getting attached and I&amp;#39;m sure it offended him that I said no, but, my family is important to me. I don&amp;#39;t want them meeting someone I am dating until I&amp;#39;m serious + ready for that step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3550887659485219226?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3550887659485219226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3550887659485219226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/b-wants-to-meet-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-804598060792752503</id><published>2011-06-15T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:21:39.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brandon is so nice to me. I called before bed because I was little upset about things that Jacob told me and Brandon let me fall asleep first without me even asking. (: He was so sweet and nice. It made me realize everything that I didnt get/have with Jacob. I can see myself really liking Brandon. He is such a kind, nice, sweet guy. (: I&amp;#39;m excited to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-804598060792752503?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/804598060792752503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/804598060792752503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/brandon-is-so-nice-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2434120688163411420</id><published>2011-06-12T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:09:05.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Him: i have to put pants on to go to the store.&lt;br&gt;Me: what a cruel world.&lt;br&gt;Him: tell me about it.&lt;br&gt;Me: in my world, you will be allowed to be naked all the time.&lt;br&gt;Him: YES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2434120688163411420?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2434120688163411420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2434120688163411420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/him-i-have-to-put-pants-on-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6386007207707347492</id><published>2011-06-11T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:59:12.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i do.</title><content type='html'>When you have nothing to give to the one you love, give yourself. I don’t need costly things, I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6386007207707347492?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6386007207707347492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6386007207707347492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-do.html' title='what i do.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-9222079895288034863</id><published>2011-06-11T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:55:20.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's simple:</title><content type='html'>I didn’t love you. I loved the idea of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-9222079895288034863?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9222079895288034863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9222079895288034863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-simple.html' title='it&apos;s simple:'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8761322302241461212</id><published>2011-06-11T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:03:02.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel clingy. ): I should haven&amp;#39;t pushed him away two months. He has helped me so much. I&amp;#39;m such a bitch. I don&amp;#39;t even deserve his friendship. ): ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8761322302241461212?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8761322302241461212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8761322302241461212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-clingy.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5401571780969066719</id><published>2011-06-11T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:28:28.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost want to believe that it&amp;#39;s all a lie but I know it&amp;#39;s not. Its pretty heart breaking to know that I was just a time filler. While you waited for the real thing. I wish I knew you weren&amp;#39;t into me, I wouldn&amp;#39;t have given up so much to be with a voice on the phone.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m a dumb typical girl. I turned into everything that I never wanted to be.&lt;p&gt;I hate you for this. I hate you for all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5401571780969066719?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5401571780969066719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5401571780969066719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-almost-want-to-believe-that-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3040676821753044237</id><published>2011-06-11T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:31:48.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I already told you that I never want to hear from you again. Stop texting me by &amp;#39;mistake&amp;#39; and go die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3040676821753044237?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3040676821753044237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3040676821753044237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-already-told-you-that-i-never-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7796747014927239314</id><published>2011-06-11T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:10:27.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#39;Always love harder and fuck slower.&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7796747014927239314?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7796747014927239314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7796747014927239314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-harder-and-fuck-slower.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6532727894774198815</id><published>2011-06-11T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T06:40:50.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to cuddle with you until I fall asleep. :C&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;in your arms is where i belong&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6532727894774198815?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6532727894774198815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6532727894774198815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-want-to-cuddle-with-you-until-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3274353941121359865</id><published>2011-06-11T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:35:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a side note: never take what I write to heart. It&amp;#39;s a clutterfuck of emotions, dreams, wishes and reality rolled into one big mess of a blog. Don&amp;#39;t read it. Save your IQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3274353941121359865?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3274353941121359865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3274353941121359865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-side-note-never-take-what-i-write-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4890891763184000252</id><published>2011-06-11T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:33:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing I can think about is him. I miss him. It makes me feel like a bitch to think about what we had going on, and how I pushed him away for a dumb ass moron. I could be in a great relationship with an amazing guy if I just pushed the old one away. :C Heartbreaking. I&amp;#39;m glad he is trying though. I missed him every night. I want to cuddle, kiss, joke and fuck like we planned. I need him in my life and arms. Even if it&amp;#39;s just for one night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4890891763184000252?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4890891763184000252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4890891763184000252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-thing-i-can-think-about-is-him.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4191591017039709719</id><published>2011-06-11T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:59:16.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m thinking someone who I don&amp;#39;t want to read this, reads it. Fuckface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4191591017039709719?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4191591017039709719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4191591017039709719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thinking-someone-who-i-don-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1332650984322884530</id><published>2011-06-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:17:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s past midnight and I can hear your voice. You&amp;#39;re on the other line crying. You miss me so much. But I&amp;#39;m not believing a word. You&amp;#39;re lying. You&amp;#39;re buying time. I&amp;#39;m not lying to you, but I don&amp;#39;t love you. It&amp;#39;s time to move on and go away. You aren&amp;#39;t allowed to be near me. Let it go and move on. It&amp;#39;s over. It&amp;#39;s done. Stop trying to pretend. I can&amp;#39;t trust you. I can&amp;#39;t stand you. You&amp;#39;re a loser. You&amp;#39;re a liar. You don&amp;#39;t belonge here. You aren&amp;#39;t welcomed here. Go away. Leave me alone. Move on. I&amp;#39;m over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1332650984322884530?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1332650984322884530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1332650984322884530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-past-midnight-and-i-can-hear-your.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6109605986110735617</id><published>2011-06-10T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:34:11.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As simple as it gets, i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6109605986110735617?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6109605986110735617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6109605986110735617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-simple-as-it-gets-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2123626761145941218</id><published>2011-06-10T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:51:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sure,</title><content type='html'>i wish youd sometimes talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i remember it was you who made the mistake of forgetting about me to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2123626761145941218?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2123626761145941218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2123626761145941218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/sure.html' title='sure,'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3695950075218988953</id><published>2011-06-09T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:31:27.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: you&amp;#39;re my favorite male friend. Dillon: YOU MY FEMALE. Me: caveman action, huh? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3695950075218988953?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3695950075218988953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3695950075218988953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-you-my-favorite-male-friend_7208.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2532974693279650085</id><published>2011-06-09T09:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:30:12.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: you&amp;#39;re my favorite male friend. Dillon: YOU MY FEMALE. Me: caveman action, huh? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2532974693279650085?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2532974693279650085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2532974693279650085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-you-my-favorite-male-friend_09.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5406439138700784062</id><published>2011-06-09T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:30:08.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: you&amp;#39;re my favorite male friend. Dillon: YOU MY FEMALE. Me: caveman action, huh? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5406439138700784062?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5406439138700784062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5406439138700784062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-you-my-favorite-male-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5967329703603720573</id><published>2011-06-08T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:48:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m going back to my Feb mind set. You never loved me. You cheated on me the whole time. You never wanted to be with me. You weren&amp;#39;t attracted to me at all. I was nothing to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5967329703603720573?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5967329703603720573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5967329703603720573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-going-back-to-my-feb-mind-set.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1932692957089150891</id><published>2011-06-08T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:49:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m not believing you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1932692957089150891?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1932692957089150891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1932692957089150891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-not-believing-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3968441258586757157</id><published>2011-06-08T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:32:29.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to leave this go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3968441258586757157?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3968441258586757157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3968441258586757157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-to-leave-this-go.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-580056922885553218</id><published>2011-06-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:42:23.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but that's all it will be, unfinished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llyyoz5Ldx1qc00zxo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llyyoz5Ldx1qc00zxo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-580056922885553218?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/580056922885553218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/580056922885553218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/but-thats-all-it-will-be-unfinished.html' title='but that&apos;s all it will be, unfinished.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4730035684565961222</id><published>2011-06-07T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:54:10.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D completey lifted my spirits last night. I owe him big time. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4730035684565961222?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4730035684565961222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4730035684565961222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/d-completey-lifted-my-spirits-last.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5300258422940085800</id><published>2011-06-05T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:10:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fact that my family can tell my moods...makes me feel so loved. &amp;lt;3 I&amp;#39;m glad they care and noticed. (:&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#39;m actually doing better than I thought i would be. Jacob and I had a good full closure convo. I&amp;#39;m feeling better than I thought I would be. I&amp;#39;m grateful that he took the time to do that for me. He didnt need too but it was very kind of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5300258422940085800?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5300258422940085800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5300258422940085800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/fact-that-my-family-can-tell-my-moods.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4243225279503317889</id><published>2011-06-04T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:52:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep moving forward. Never look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4243225279503317889?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4243225279503317889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4243225279503317889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/keep-moving-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4761566408772247370</id><published>2011-06-04T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:36:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>copy and pasted.</title><content type='html'>It’s an awkward stage in any relationship - even when you were never an official couple - when things die down and you stop talking for a while. Once you both stop communicating with each other as often and start developing feelings for new people, it’s always hard to sit by and watch. Yes, you’ve got feelings for someone new as well, but so do they and you’re forced to watch the person you once shared so much with share it with someone new. It’s almost like a feeling of replacement. Although you’re now talking to someone new as well, you are fully aware of your feelings and know you’re not replacing them. But that’s what it feels like. It gets so bad until eventually every feeling’s diminished to a small insignificant remainder and communication with them is reduced to almost nothing. It’s never a good feeling, sometimes moving on is a difficult situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4761566408772247370?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4761566408772247370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4761566408772247370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/copy-and-pasted.html' title='copy and pasted.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-9006893168721750380</id><published>2011-06-04T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:18:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't hold back.</title><content type='html'>after everything that jacob told me yesterday about him or the girl he has always been in love with, makes me just wonder if anyone will never love me? everyone always wants to think that there is something else out there for me. i think that's kind of true, but i don't think we ever really truly marry or love who we made for. i think most just stay with someone that they are comfortable with. someone that they settle for, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have the feeling that my soul mate won't ever find me. he probably lives in a different state or a million miles away. a place that i will never go too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure rolando thinks i'm crazy for thinking that i will be alone forever. but i'm certain i will be. all my life i always saw myself as a single grown up. i'm 24 and i haven't had a real relationship or had anyone want to be with me. sometimes i can't help but wonder if it's because i'm not attractive or have the idea body type. maybe i keep myself fat and ugly because i don't want the real rejection that comes from it. if someone was to get to know the real me and i wasn't worth it in the end. maybe that would hurt worst.  i don't know. i'm not sure of anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just know that i don't feel in love with jacob anymore. i don't feel like he is "the one" anymore. i think he always knew him and his ex belonged together but he was just running from it. hiding from the truth,  because she felt him. oh well. at least he has someone who can give him everything that i couldn't. i'm just a silly girl with nothing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should  have never dated. him and i. i think it was just a waste of time and a waste of my life. it saddens me to think that i could have gone to school at 19, been done with it and has a career by now. maybe i would be happy by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past is the past for a reason. all i can do is move forward from now on. i just have to keep working towards my goals for myself. i feel like i'm growing into the person that i should be now. i don't miss the old jessica. she had nothing to offer herself or anyone else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my future is brighter than my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-9006893168721750380?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9006893168721750380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9006893168721750380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-hold-back.html' title='don&apos;t hold back.'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5451374580220729363</id><published>2011-06-03T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:54:05.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss having a boyfriend when it&amp;#39;s night time and I&amp;#39;m alone. I miss nights that were filled with laughter, smiles, and music. I remember every word that we shared. I remember every joke and pet name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5451374580220729363?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5451374580220729363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5451374580220729363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-having-boyfriend-when-it-night.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3547932615723705245</id><published>2011-06-03T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T15:06:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need to crawl into a hole and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3547932615723705245?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3547932615723705245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3547932615723705245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-need-to-crawl-into-hole-and-die.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8379412574932059315</id><published>2011-06-03T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:51:59.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best part of believe is the lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8379412574932059315?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8379412574932059315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8379412574932059315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-part-of-believe-is-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6456418015204703410</id><published>2011-06-03T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:42:44.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feelings are dead for you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6456418015204703410?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6456418015204703410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6456418015204703410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-feelings-are-dead-for-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1501490533462669612</id><published>2011-06-02T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:58:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one ever wants to talk to me on the phone.&lt;p&gt;I wish I was pretty. Males love pretty girls.&lt;p&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1501490533462669612?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1501490533462669612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1501490533462669612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-one-ever-wants-to-talk-to-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7326338363196682234</id><published>2011-06-01T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:25:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s so sad how much I once cared for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7326338363196682234?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7326338363196682234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7326338363196682234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-so-sad-how-much-i-once-cared-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-321783630386002461</id><published>2011-05-31T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:12:23.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a relationship simliar to a long distance relationship but minus the distance. I want to talk on the phone, skype, see eachother as much as possible. I want to know everything and share everything with him. &lt;p&gt;I want a cutesy relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-321783630386002461?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/321783630386002461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/321783630386002461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-relationship-simliar-to-long.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3294697749379855434</id><published>2011-05-31T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T05:37:39.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"im not a monster but together, me and you can live forever- til whenever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3294697749379855434?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3294697749379855434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3294697749379855434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-monster-but-together-me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1823410064542400685</id><published>2011-05-29T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:11:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may never stop loving you, but you lost your control over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1823410064542400685?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1823410064542400685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1823410064542400685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-may-never-stop-loving-you-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8068697354719687009</id><published>2011-05-29T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:20:00.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m done with these games. You want me to be a bitch? You got it.&lt;p&gt;Just remember what you wished for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8068697354719687009?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8068697354719687009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8068697354719687009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-done-with-these-games.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1896463789756623913</id><published>2011-05-29T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:32:31.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to be awake while you are off dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1896463789756623913?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1896463789756623913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1896463789756623913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-to-be-awake-while-you-are-off.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4828602513647286613</id><published>2011-05-28T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:30:48.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get the vibe that I&amp;#39;m going to end alone, forever. A year ago that thought would have killed me but I&amp;#39;m getting use to my old life style again. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4828602513647286613?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4828602513647286613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4828602513647286613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-get-vibe-that-i-going-to-end-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7872263445033751940</id><published>2011-05-26T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:47:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9c217JIwS1qzkmfho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 277px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9c217JIwS1qzkmfho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7872263445033751940?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7872263445033751940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7872263445033751940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8417848818761993667</id><published>2011-05-25T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:52:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens when the person who makes you cry is the only person you want to talk too? Sigh.&lt;p&gt;I need you so much. Why aren&amp;#39;t you here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8417848818761993667?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8417848818761993667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8417848818761993667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-happens-when-person-who-makes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-942867786142275627</id><published>2011-05-25T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:26:09.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does he bother me so much? He is just a dick. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-942867786142275627?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/942867786142275627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/942867786142275627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-does-he-bother-me-so-much-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-72551022704601966</id><published>2011-05-25T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:22:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike you as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-72551022704601966?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/72551022704601966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/72551022704601966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dislike-you-as-person.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1765295054802938124</id><published>2011-05-23T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:09:36.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can I miss you so much when you don&amp;#39;t even remember me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1765295054802938124?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1765295054802938124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1765295054802938124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-can-i-miss-you-so-much-when-you-don.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3363740763077813943</id><published>2011-05-22T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:45:33.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You’re not sure that you love me but you’re not sure enough to let me go, baby it ain’t fair you know to just keep me hanging around. You say you don’t wanna hurt me, don’t wanna see my tears. So why are you still standing here just watching me drowned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3363740763077813943?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3363740763077813943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3363740763077813943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-not-sure-that-you-love-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6202945140924379540</id><published>2011-05-22T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:30:31.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm such a wreck without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6202945140924379540?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6202945140924379540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6202945140924379540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-know-why-im-such-wreck-without.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1939710596753492866</id><published>2011-05-22T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:40:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m forever making the same mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1939710596753492866?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1939710596753492866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1939710596753492866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-forever-making-same-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-5973654299677621511</id><published>2011-05-22T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:45:58.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate knowing other people want you too, I feel like just fucking screaming at them that you’re mine….even if you really aren’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-5973654299677621511?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5973654299677621511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/5973654299677621511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-knowing-other-people-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-9188867593561691600</id><published>2011-05-22T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:43:21.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't talk to any other guy without getting weird because it isn't you. How can you do the exact opposite with another girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-9188867593561691600?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9188867593561691600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/9188867593561691600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-talk-to-any-other-guy-without.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3809869442327541548</id><published>2011-05-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:50:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear bear,</title><content type='html'>"You're the lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You are the other half&lt;br /&gt;You're like a missing piece"&lt;br /&gt;-City and Colour♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3809869442327541548?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3809869442327541548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3809869442327541548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-bear.html' title='dear bear,'/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3865903588572482566</id><published>2011-05-15T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:22:54.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if it&amp;#39;s a no, I can&amp;#39;t say that I didn&amp;#39;t try.&lt;br&gt;It just means there is someome else out there who is right for me.&lt;br&gt;My one and only.&lt;br&gt;My forever.&lt;p&gt;If it&amp;#39;s not him, I&amp;#39;ll find him someday.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll never let him go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3865903588572482566?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3865903588572482566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3865903588572482566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/even-if-it-no-i-can-say-that-i-didn-try.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8845376660113325848</id><published>2011-05-14T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:36:05.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss having someone to call when I&amp;#39;m sad or crying.&lt;br&gt;I wish someone would comfort me.&lt;br&gt;I miss that so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8845376660113325848?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8845376660113325848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8845376660113325848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-having-someone-to-call-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-57992128925045457</id><published>2011-05-14T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:22:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when the one who broke your heart, is the only one who can fix it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-57992128925045457?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/57992128925045457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/57992128925045457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-do-you-do-when-one-who-broke-your.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8712820406003931944</id><published>2011-05-14T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:33:07.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m attracted to the lonely, sad and broken types.&lt;br&gt;I have the need to feel needed.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t care for desire or wanting.&lt;br&gt;Just need me to fix you.&lt;br&gt;Cause I&amp;#39;ll fix you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8712820406003931944?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8712820406003931944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8712820406003931944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-attracted-to-lonely-sad-and-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3400194291580525726</id><published>2011-05-14T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:22:31.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let&amp;#39;s runaway to a place where no one knows our name.&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s take on new roles.&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s be the people we were meant to be but lost along the way.&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s make love every night and smile all day long.&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s live life like it was meant to be;&lt;br&gt;together and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3400194291580525726?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3400194291580525726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3400194291580525726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-runaway-to-place-where-no-one-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4665968409775973812</id><published>2011-05-13T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:45:09.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog turned into a depression blog. How horrible. It started out a love blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4665968409775973812?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4665968409775973812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4665968409775973812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-blog-turned-into-depression-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4849713468528468228</id><published>2011-05-08T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:05:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we ask questions when we already know the answer? Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4849713468528468228?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4849713468528468228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4849713468528468228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-do-we-ask-questions-when-we-already.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8573751084654878689</id><published>2011-05-06T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:41:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to let go.&lt;br&gt;Everything has to go.&lt;br&gt;He moved on.&lt;br&gt;I need to move, completey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8573751084654878689?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8573751084654878689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8573751084654878689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-3300884250865231764</id><published>2011-05-04T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:08:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told you that I felt like you don&amp;#39;t care about me anymore and you simply replied, &amp;#39;i will always care about you.&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-3300884250865231764?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3300884250865231764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/3300884250865231764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-told-you-that-i-felt-like-you-don.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-6338932039315061175</id><published>2011-05-04T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:18:44.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are so far gone. You don&amp;#39;t notice me not around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-6338932039315061175?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6338932039315061175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/6338932039315061175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-so-far-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-7667965782597853878</id><published>2011-05-01T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:31:14.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss your friendship. Our friendship. I hate that we won&amp;#39;t ever be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-7667965782597853878?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7667965782597853878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/7667965782597853878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-your-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-24412766407738391</id><published>2011-04-29T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:02:27.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys are dumb. I&amp;#39;m done trying with D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-24412766407738391?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/24412766407738391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/24412766407738391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys-are-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1419920192199368260</id><published>2011-04-28T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:17:14.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost texted you, but I remembered that you aren't going to reply anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1419920192199368260?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1419920192199368260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1419920192199368260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-almost-texted-you-but-i-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-1339341972760476256</id><published>2011-04-25T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:37:05.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess you’ve kind of forgotten about me and I should grow up and move along with my life but you were such a big part of my life that I don’t really think I can move along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-1339341972760476256?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1339341972760476256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/1339341972760476256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-guess-youve-kind-of-forgotten-about.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-2984349538566030850</id><published>2011-04-23T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:44:11.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel even more alone today.&lt;br /&gt;what the actual fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-2984349538566030850?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2984349538566030850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/2984349538566030850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-even-more-alone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-4788025698889786524</id><published>2011-04-23T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:29:04.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-4788025698889786524?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4788025698889786524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/4788025698889786524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you_23.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8428973231734644054</id><published>2011-04-13T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:52:46.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every answered phone call with no voice makes me think it&amp;#39;s you but I&amp;#39;m sure it&amp;#39;s untrue.&lt;p&gt;You moved on and it&amp;#39;s not you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8428973231734644054?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8428973231734644054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8428973231734644054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-answered-phone-call-with-no-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32436081.post-8035234111181476640</id><published>2011-04-12T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:26:17.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do males enjoy hurting people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32436081-8035234111181476640?l=jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8035234111181476640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32436081/posts/default/8035234111181476640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessxxmaxine.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-do-males-enjoy-hurting-people.html' title=''/><author><name>xo</name><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></entry></feed>
