<?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-8169800040706355346</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:08.560-04:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Undefined Love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-8361928035154598450</id><published>2009-04-05T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:56:42.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://azncutieamy.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/93293554/YQGhbxdPslxxsy07oJG4LU2m&amp;amp;color=FFFFFF" quality="best" height="27" width="207"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't want it anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-8361928035154598450?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8361928035154598450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=8361928035154598450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/8361928035154598450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/8361928035154598450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-anymore.html' title='Not Anymore'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-5704043420780944861</id><published>2009-01-17T17:42:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:55:09.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos &amp; Goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/71201192/YQGhbxdPsiuf3agq7FUni3oe&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 338px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd39/azncutie_amy/003/a-1.jpg?t=1232232682" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how you realize when you lose someone, you get mad at yourself for not saying the things that you could’ve a million times. You take for granted the days spent doing nothing, when you could’ve been with them. Anyone can be taken at any time in our lives but we always wait until they’re gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-5704043420780944861?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5704043420780944861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=5704043420780944861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/5704043420780944861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/5704043420780944861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellos-goodbyes.html' title='Hellos &amp; Goodbyes.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-823532135740804967</id><published>2008-12-26T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:25:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KARMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's a bitch, don't we know it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes you'll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person, all the while wanting to hate them. *Life comes without guarantees*.. except that smiling will brighten your face, laughing will enhance your eyes, &amp; falling in love will change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-823532135740804967?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/823532135740804967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=823532135740804967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/823532135740804967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/823532135740804967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/karma.html' title='KARMA.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-2491615855283854980</id><published>2008-11-26T19:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:58:04.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG RUN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HUSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://azncutieamy.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/61745778/YQGhbxdPsgs7x3okPOPWrcIl&amp;amp;color=FFFFFF" quality="best" height="27" width="207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am thankful for having you" -S.&lt;/span&gt; You are definitely not thankful for having me because you don't have me. You had me before and now you certainly don't have me anymore because I was smart enough to finally let you go. I can't stand of "trying" to make this work when its really not going to work. I'm tired of this whole break up and make up situation. I'm so foolish of myself for actually taking you back thinking you "change" when you haven't because you are who you are. You can never change that fact. You've brought me up through my toughest times. The hardest thing about being the strong one is not knowing when to give in. The hardest thing about faith is having too much faith. The hardest thing about the future is fear of failure. The hardest thing about letting you go is afraid of you coming back over and over again. I know what I'm doing is the right thing. We had a long run and this is the end of the run. Its like running a marathon we cannot go any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9 HARDEST TIMES OF YOUR LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being questioned when you yourself don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretending to be innocent of what you know about.&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to forget something you know you never will.&lt;br /&gt;4. Admitting you were wrong after you have been insistent that you were right.&lt;br /&gt;5. Debating with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;6. Accepting the fact that some things are not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;7. Trying to understand when you just can’t.&lt;br /&gt;8. Realizing that you’ve been tricked after you’ve given your trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9. Letting go of someone you’ve loved all your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-2491615855283854980?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2491615855283854980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=2491615855283854980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2491615855283854980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2491615855283854980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-run.html' title='LONG RUN.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-3356876601329063751</id><published>2008-11-01T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:08:27.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>Just like Barack Obama said "Change We Can Believe In." People need to start changing themselves and believing in themselves. But can someone change from good to bad, bad to good? Can you really take someone back even though if they change? You never know the if they really change. 'People start to lose their feelings for the person they love toward one to another. People start to do things they never experienced before. People start to cheat on one another thinking its okay to cheat. People start doing drugs thinking it wouldn't harm them and they'll "feel" good after a few but then they'll find out that their overdose. People will start treating/respecting people badly/goodly. People start to commit suicide because of a stupid reasons. People start to rape/kill people thinking its for revenge. People start to find out their true self. People start to cry their heart out because of someone they love. People will start to realize "If its really worth it or not." &amp;Finally people start to realize that they are who they are and they can never change that fact.' From my perspective I think someone can change if they put commitment into it just like in relationships. But what about me? Did I change? I can't even find out where I am and where I belong. I don't know who  I am anymore. I need to find that old ME who don't have to worry about anything and don't have to put up with any bullshit and just live her life happily. Where ever I go there is always trouble coming in my way no matter what. Why can't I have a normal life without no drama?.. What more can I ask for? I just want to be happy and not have to worry about a thing. I don't have to worry about what other people think because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I AM WHO I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-3356876601329063751?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3356876601329063751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=3356876601329063751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/3356876601329063751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/3356876601329063751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='CHANGE.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-1321677570175711936</id><published>2008-10-11T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:17:34.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES.</title><content type='html'>So I was just browsing thru some meaningful quotes &amp; thought I`ll share it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For every minute you are sad, you lose 60 seconds of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;"Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't believe in yourself, believe in me who believes in you." &lt;br /&gt;"You only have one life to live. And when we live that life to the fullest, we can smile back and say that is our life"&lt;br /&gt;"What goes around,comes around."&lt;br /&gt;"Real eyes realize real lies."&lt;br /&gt;"I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know what you got til its gone."&lt;br /&gt;"Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it."&lt;br /&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind, don't matter and those who matter, don't mind." &lt;br /&gt;"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so you can appreciate them when there right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-1321677570175711936?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1321677570175711936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=1321677570175711936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/1321677570175711936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/1321677570175711936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes.html' title='QUOTES.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-2290107988035271133</id><published>2008-09-12T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:08:20.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost Without You Baby.</title><content type='html'>My whole life is tearing apart. I wish things were back to how they were before because things aren't the way they use to be. I wish I can go back in time &amp; make things right for the both of us. I'm hoping &amp; praying for better days but it seems like their not coming any day. I'm miserable without you here with me. As much as I wanna be with you we both know things wouldn't be the same anymore. I wanna be the girl you ever wish for. I miss the good old times when I was with you but we both know that its best for us to go our separate ways. No matter how much of an asshole you are I still love you for that. I gave you chance after chance after chance. WHY? Because I thought we had something good between us but we were both wrong. I wish I can say that I'm over you bu I don't know if I am.. I just think that I'm lost without you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-2290107988035271133?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2290107988035271133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=2290107988035271133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2290107988035271133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2290107988035271133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-lost-without-you-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Lost Without You Baby.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-8360113688860582184</id><published>2008-08-20T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:10:54.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't find the words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And all I know is when we’re &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can make me feel the way you do baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish each moment can last forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to explain the way I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;(I just can’t find the words)&lt;br /&gt;You got me losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In what I’m trying to say&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so hard to fight it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but feelin’ this way&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I’m near you it’s like my heart gets weak.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m losing my breath makin’ it hard to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just can’t find the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I try making it work for both of us. But we both know it won't work out no matter how hard we try. We both need to go our different ways &amp; live our life without one another. I know the feeling I have for you won't come for long. Your the only one that made me feel like I'm on top of the world &amp; I put everything aside me. I don't know what I've done this time but I know its the best for both of us. I don't wanna regret later on letting you go. We both need to move on to better things.. I just can't find the words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-8360113688860582184?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8360113688860582184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=8360113688860582184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/8360113688860582184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/8360113688860582184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-cant-find-words.html' title='I just can&apos;t find the words.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-4027010083710752772</id><published>2008-08-16T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:13:42.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Without you here..</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I had a guy like you &amp;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;just let you walk right outta my life. &lt;br /&gt;After all I put you through you still &lt;br /&gt;stuck around &amp;&amp; stayed by my side. &lt;br /&gt;What really hurt me is I broke your &lt;br /&gt;heart. Baby you were a good guy &amp;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;I had no right. I really wanna make &lt;br /&gt;things right because W I T H O U T you &lt;br /&gt;in my life I'm so lonely..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-4027010083710752772?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4027010083710752772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=4027010083710752772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/4027010083710752772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/4027010083710752772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-you-here.html' title='Without you here..'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-3599568131136926125</id><published>2008-07-07T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:07:11.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NYK1XJZowj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NYK1XJZowj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My whole life has changed&lt;br /&gt;Since you came in&lt;br /&gt;I knew back then you were that special one&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love so deep in love you make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;you are so sweet no one competes&lt;br /&gt;glad you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;you blind me with your love&lt;br /&gt;with you I have no sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I miss that feeling of being loved and being in love. I was never so stress when I was with him. Heartbreaks is too much to handle. You don't break up to make up. Why couldn't I just leave a relationship how it should be? It doesn't go that way. You don't break up with a person then go back with them the next... I mean there's a reason why we broke up. And I should had let it stay like that but I guess I was foolish of myself. I guess I couldn't let him go. Was all the tears I cry worth it? Because I nearly cry my heart out for him. I knew from the start that you were the one for me but I guess I was wrong. I thought I was finally over you but feelings keep on coming back to me because you were something to me. You were my everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-3599568131136926125?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3599568131136926125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=3599568131136926125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/3599568131136926125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/3599568131136926125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/07/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-9143729094670169564</id><published>2008-06-30T19:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:11:18.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Mountains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QemBu3IaVj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QemBu3IaVj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know sorries, just wouldn't do it&lt;br /&gt;His heart is obliterated, I'm trying to travel through&lt;br /&gt;But it's like moving mountains...&lt;br /&gt;It's like moving mountains... hey.&lt;br /&gt;But I keep climbing and hoping things would change&lt;br /&gt;And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away.&lt;br /&gt;It's like moving mountains... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-9143729094670169564?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9143729094670169564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=9143729094670169564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/9143729094670169564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/9143729094670169564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-mountains.html' title='Moving Mountains.'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-1495437011568511079</id><published>2008-06-14T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:24:14.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8yrK4zbKQN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8yrK4zbKQN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It seems like everywhere I go I'm remind of you. What do I do to finally let you go? Why am I still holding on to you when I know for a fact that you moved on and your living a better life right now. Why can't I seem to fully get over you?.. I just feel like I shouldn't be holding on to you at this point because of the fact that you didn't really have any "true feelings" for me when I had so much feelings for you and I actually thought you were the one.. Why do I keep constantly thinking of you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't breathe when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe when you're touching me&lt;br /&gt;I suffocate when you're away from me&lt;br /&gt;So much love you take from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe when you're touching me&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suffocate&lt;/span&gt; when you're away from me&lt;br /&gt;So much love you take from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going outta my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-1495437011568511079?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1495437011568511079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=1495437011568511079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/1495437011568511079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/1495437011568511079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-cant-i.html' title='Why can&apos;t I..'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169800040706355346.post-2451399366628702092</id><published>2008-06-08T00:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:09:54.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9SQExncjm4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9SQExncjm4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old days when we used to just talk til 3am saying how we miss each other and how we can't wait til we chill. I miss how you always used to name me the things you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; about me. I miss waking up in the morning and seeing that you left me a long comment on myspace and that you always brighten up my day. I miss just spending the whole day with you doing nothing because I knew that every second that we spent together was going to be true and unforgettable. I miss how every time when I`m away your the first one to IM me saying to come back because you miss me. I miss how you used to tell me that every time you hear my voice it makes you happy. I miss how I used to always call you gay when you were always with your guy friends because you spent more time with them than me and I used to get really jealous because I wanted you all to myself. But what I was thinking? I was foolish of myself. Thinking to myself that you will always be a part of my life but I guess I was wrong.. Why couldn't things be the way I pictured it to be.. I miss that feeling of being with someone who made me felt like if I was on top of the worlddd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169800040706355346-2451399366628702092?l=azncutieamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2451399366628702092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169800040706355346&amp;postID=2451399366628702092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2451399366628702092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169800040706355346/posts/default/2451399366628702092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azncutieamy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss.html' title='I MISS..'/><author><name>AMY.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17246356886410134699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwKDaxq5uTI/SMNBuWbT_-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hszpaUdVdKA/S220/Photo36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
