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  <title>Paulie Walnuts</title>
  <subtitle>Where old people go to die</subtitle>
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    <name>Driftwood Orphanage</name>
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  <updated>2009-01-10T15:21:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:30513</id>
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    <title>Recent Changes</title>
    <published>2009-01-10T15:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T15:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've spent a long time, months and months, feeling depressed and unsure I could pull myself out of this emotional tailspin.  I'm still very much under the weather, but at least I've begun to figure some things out. I plan on going back to school, and I've been figuring out with the finance department at WMCC how quickly I can get aid/loans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm figuring out a budget finally, and learning to stick by it. I've got more bills now than I had before, and just being able to pay them and not feel too tight on cash is a feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a good feeling about this. I know it's a long process of recovery, and I've got a long way to go, but I've got good friends and family and I just have a good feeling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later Days&lt;br /&gt;Mike</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:30302</id>
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    <title>alastor_moody14 @ 2009-01-01T04:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-01T09:17:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-01T09:17:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">first post of 09' here... And this is going to be short but sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling 09' is going to be so much better than 08, not like I'd have to try to hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things and people make me happy, and I need to invest more time in these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:30086</id>
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    <title>alastor_moody14 @ 2008-12-28T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T03:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T03:12:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've tried and tried and tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm too tired to keep fighting... I'm beaten and I just don't think I care anymore. I don't mean ill will towards anyone and if anyone's felt that way then I'm sorry... truly and sincerely sorry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss being happy, and the only people who have an impact, keep making negative ones... I'm entitled to my feelings, and I'm entitled to the way I deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask for happiness?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:29489</id>
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    <title>alastor_moody14 @ 2008-12-25T01:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T06:58:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T06:58:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today was the last slap in the face i will ever endure from you. Good riddance</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:29422</id>
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    <title>alastor_moody14 @ 2008-12-22T14:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T19:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T19:14:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's my birthday today and I feel more alone than ever...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:28928</id>
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    <title>alastor_moody14 @ 2008-12-02T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-03T03:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-03T03:26:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes you say or do things you regret... but you have to just move on... there's nothing you can do to change the past, all you can do is pray that you don't let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a huge mistake, I said some things to some people I should never have spoken to in the first place.  Someone once said the best thing in their life was right down the road but it never felt so far away, well that's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, if you're reading this, you realize how much I wish I could take it back and how bad I want to make it up to you.  I've tried for years and years to be the best I could be to you, and I hope that you remember that when you think of me... and how much you'll be missing in your life if you really close me out of it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:28808</id>
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    <title>The Longest Lines Have the Best Destinations</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T02:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T02:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Close the last page&lt;br /&gt;My heart has beat it’s last&lt;br /&gt;Like the closing line&lt;br /&gt;In a mystery &lt;br /&gt;That leaves dust&lt;br /&gt;And dried out throats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll these credits&lt;br /&gt;But don’t turn on the lights&lt;br /&gt;I want it dark&lt;br /&gt;For my curtain call&lt;br /&gt;I want the doors&lt;br /&gt;To stay unlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me&lt;br /&gt;In a glass top casket&lt;br /&gt;Better yet&lt;br /&gt;Cast me in concrete&lt;br /&gt;And leave me out&lt;br /&gt;To stand guard over this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s twelve O’clock&lt;br /&gt;Later than I thought it’d be&lt;br /&gt;Send every one home now&lt;br /&gt;The shows over&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me for your money back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent it already&lt;br /&gt;On the ones I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;For what’s a memory&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have hands&lt;br /&gt;To hold &lt;br /&gt;And lips to kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legacy&lt;br /&gt;My closed fist,&lt;br /&gt;Stinking legacy…&lt;br /&gt;Will you even remember&lt;br /&gt;Who’s inside this box</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:28596</id>
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    <title>hmmm</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T01:29:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T01:29:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where to begin today?  I'm doubtful anyone really reads this thing anymore, and even if they do, the one person who might care to hear this probably won't.  So it's the story of every decent guys life right? Meet a girl... get to know girl... really like girl... girl slips away. The worst part is it's almost always waved in your face as a possibility until you finally invest your feelings, even if in the most infantile way.  Then the floor gets ripped out from under you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not talking about love, I'm talking about that wow this girl is amazing feeling, in the beginning.  The girl almost always knows in her heart who's best for her... or at least it seems that way in the end, but for some reason unknown to me, the better guy finishes 2nd... almost every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not every girl is really worthy of this classification... many men would like to believe the girl is perfect, usually from lack of any friendly relationship before hand. It just pains me to wonder why it always seems to work that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny.  I'm the type of guy that if you were my girlfriend, i would be the absolute best boyfriend you've ever had.  I put more effort into any relationship than is necessary, because the most important thing to me is keeping the other person happy. I don't always succeed, but it's never for lack of care, effort, affection, and attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess girls don't want a guy who'd give up everything to be with them. I'm comfortable knowing that no matter who ends up with me, I'll be able to give them everything i have, because that's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that seems a bit heavy.  I went a little on the dramatic side to make my point.  Women don't usually know what their missing though. They've got MR. Success in front of them; you know, slick hair, nice glasses, nice car, career, and nothing to give, but they don't care because they get that infatuated attention.  Too bad they never look past the bullshit and realize most of these guys are overcompensating for a lack of genuine care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. This phenomenon is really only relavent to people of the "myspace" era.  I hate to classify it as such, but it's the truth.  I browse my friends myspace photo's, why i don't know, but i notice a lot of "nice butt"  "damn girl, let me get a piece of that." and shit. I asked a friend, do women really like that stuff?  And in a round about way she kind of confirmed it.  It's a perfect example of why I will never understand women haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to get back to my previous point, I'd like to say that I've fallen into the catagory of "good guys" who always gets over looked.  It hurts, and for a variety of reasons.  Usually there's a girl they've got, say a crush, on.  It stings when they shun the guy right? But it's like coming in 2nd to someone who doesn't deserve 1st.  It's frustrating more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm really just ranting now, and I don't mind if you haven't even made it this far.  I just needed to really express my frustrations here. And before you all (probably none) start offering me shoulders to cry on, I'm not really upset, just confused and partly amused at how screwed up things can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:28398</id>
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    <title>just some bullshit</title>
    <published>2008-09-01T00:23:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-01T00:23:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This existence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole, fucked up vortex of reality.  It’s like someone put my brain in an oversized blender… one of those cream colored monstrosities from the 70’s with a rusted blade, spinning my thoughts into protein shake of misery and shock.  Would it be cannibalistic to eat one’s soul?  To drink ones feelings and shit them out and flush them into sewage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck it.  I don’t want to be an expert at anything.  Where’s the fun in that?  Why even wake up in the morning if you know it all already.  No, I want to learn for the rest of my life.  I want that infantile excitement every time I find something no one else has found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is another myth perpetrated for the cliché card writers of America.  How many jobs would go belly up if people opened their eyes and really looked into the hearts of their partners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones made it easier for us to cheat.  It’s because we’re predators.  Humans that is.  Waiting, stalking, hunting, killing.  It’s like graduation, from high school to college, college to real life, girlfriend to fiancé, fiancé to wife, wife to widow because I slipped and fell while pinning a stupid fucking star over the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the life you want, go and get it.  No one’s going to stop you, I don’t think anyways.  Live in your mediocrity like a chained dog lives in it’s shit.  It doesn’t no any better. Neither do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m destined for greatness, even if it’s only in the eyes of my children.  Someday I’m going to stagnate, my muscles will atrophe and I will die (if some unnatural cause takes me first).  If I haven’t put my feet on the top of a huge mountain, or felt the warm waters of some coastal island, or tasted snow falling from clouds thousands of miles away from Holy Cross Hospital, then I don’t deserve those smiles.  I don’t deserve a pat on the back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drink this steaming bullshit, I’ll eat your lies, because you’re society, and your what puts the green in my hand, so I can spend it on you.  But someday I’m going to laugh in your face and someday you’ll topple, like those before you have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad you were around when you were, because you got to see me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:28024</id>
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    <title>UPDATE</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T23:33:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T23:33:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been abusing my Live Journal lately with all this crybaby bullshit.  I'm hereby declaring the end of the crybaby bullshit on Live Journal! Anyways, I'll be trying to post more often, once or twice a day, with different musings, lyrics, poetry, fiction, etc.  Check back and feel free to poke my conscience with a comment or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Except if you're going to tell me how to spell... because I know I can't spell, wouldn't accomplish much</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:27798</id>
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    <title>Death by Firing Squad</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T23:13:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T23:13:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fire away!&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be to hard&lt;br /&gt;Tied to this fuckin’ wall&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even need the blind fold&lt;br /&gt;Just fire away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truths are what we make them to be&lt;br /&gt;Angry hornets in this nest made for me&lt;br /&gt;Try twice until you give up the third time&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and use your mind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisting, free me, falling away&lt;br /&gt;Twelve stories up, no time to pray&lt;br /&gt;They told me it’s to dangerous to climb&lt;br /&gt;But I never listened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so Fire, Fire, Fire!&lt;br /&gt;A school yard of children&lt;br /&gt;Or a funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;So Fire, Fire, Fire&lt;br /&gt;What says you father&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sinner, a liar</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:25643</id>
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    <title>You are my Sunshine... My only sunshine...</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T04:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T04:20:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Somethings are just to precious to let go... or down... I'm trying my hardest right now, and it's nice to smile :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:25109</id>
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    <title>egg on my face</title>
    <published>2008-06-28T21:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-28T21:55:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate that saying... egg on my face... I just don't want to look like an idiot again, thats all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:24970</id>
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    <title>update</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T22:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T22:55:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So once again I've opened the door to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going to walk through this time?  is it the love I so desperately breath for, or is it heart ache waiting to happen.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:24738</id>
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    <title>strength</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T00:36:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T00:36:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I still have my friends, my family, and my dignity. I've been a pretty weak person for a pretty long time, but I think it's finally time I stood up and started worrying about me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:24418</id>
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    <title>summer</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T14:16:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T14:16:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so it's officially summer right now.  It's been a pretty shitty spring, and hopefully that will change as time goes on.  I've got no clue as to what direction my life's moving in, certain events have brought my planning to a halt, all i know is I need to be positive and work around whatever obstacles come to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better at this thing called life... albeit slowly, but I'd love if you were a part of it :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:24181</id>
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    <title>sigh</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T15:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T15:51:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to stop putting people before myself... I'm miserable too much of the time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:24049</id>
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    <title>Pack Rat</title>
    <published>2008-06-07T02:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T02:23:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The tides swallowed the sound&lt;br /&gt;like the sand running away to leave&lt;br /&gt;sinking heels slipping down&lt;br /&gt;past the warm&lt;br /&gt;into the cool depths of water soaked mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain tries&lt;br /&gt;in vain, though it may be&lt;br /&gt;to fix this gaping hole&lt;br /&gt;in the face of my lifes logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a game with no chips, or cards, or pieces&lt;br /&gt;Falling apart in the attic,&lt;br /&gt;next to postcards and stamps&lt;br /&gt;long forgotten to our world&lt;br /&gt;but a staple to the dust ridden memories of old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close this time to the end&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear the buzz&lt;br /&gt;the swaying sound of leaves&lt;br /&gt;the chirping of the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fights its way through the veil of silence&lt;br /&gt;motion kills the mood&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing once again down the folding stairs&lt;br /&gt;to hide shaking on the bathroom stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's had enough.  &lt;br /&gt;These memories are eating her to death,&lt;br /&gt;filing down her nerve endings&lt;br /&gt;until the very thought of light&lt;br /&gt;makes her cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears mark trails, train tracks of misery&lt;br /&gt;run down dusty cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;folded arms, crushed beneath the weight&lt;br /&gt;of never ending responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;can't halt the rising floor.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:23757</id>
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    <title>forever</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T19:37:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T19:37:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's strange how life can be so up and down and we can be so blind to the changes that seem so blatantly obvious when we look back on them.  I wish I had some foresight into the minds of the people who make up the biggest part of my life.</content>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T01:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-16T01:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've come to terms with the fact that I NEED someone in my life.  I've accepted the fact that I need someone to care for, love, worry about, do things for, and be there for.  I need someone who will listen to me, who will talk to me and tell me everything, someone who will fall asleep in my arms or hold me until I sleep.  I need someone who will look me in the eye with affection, and who will hold my hand at restaurants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a girl to hold my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my sweetie mcpumpkin pie :(</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:23089</id>
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    <title>bad week? try life haha</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T19:08:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T19:08:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused and lost... I've done everything I can and more and I feel like it's amounted to nothing.  It's nice to be appreciated... and I know I am, but it's hard to see it sometimes when everything comes crashing back on you for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I don't give up on things I feel this strongly about.  I fight, and in the end, win or lose, I only pray that everyone involved knew how hard I tried and how much it meant to me during the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a tricky word, one that required 100% effort to be received correctly, and 150% to be understood.  I wish that someday you could understand mine... and accept it as the gift I so freely give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give for another night like the last one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:22942</id>
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    <title>Almost</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T16:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T16:00:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Receiving End of Sirens - Planning a Prison Break</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Almost is a word I hate.  I hate it because when you've got a goal in mind, I'd rather fail miserably than almost succeed... because there's no getting PAST almost... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst word in the human language.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:22725</id>
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    <title>certainties</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T16:14:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T16:14:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so confused about everything lately.  I feel like I'm not doing things I SHOULD be doing, but I can't justify NOT doing exactly what I'm doing. It'd be nice for once in a long time, to be absolutely SURE about what was going on around me.  I feel like I'm walking through a dark room and people expect me to make it out the other side.  And I don't even know where the other side is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating, because I have to shape myself to my surroundings.  My physical and emotional mettle is being tested over and over again, and I keep choosing to put myself in these situations.  And if anyone ever questioned why I'd put myself on this roller coaster, I can tell you honestly that the prospect of finishing at the top far outweighs the foreboding I feel for finishing at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a month from now, the accuracy of hindsight will either make me look like the smartest person you know, or the biggest idiot, but I'll hold on and pray that I don't make the wrong choices.  Meanwhile, I'm unsure of how to go about my life.  I'm almost ready to throw in the towel and wait out everything for a week or two and just see where I am in the end.  Take it from there, but the fact of the matter is I'm terrified that I've got opportunities NOW and I might miss out on something I have a legitimate shot at accomplishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everything make sense.  Why can't when someone says something, it stays true, and resonates in our lives.  Why can't my mind just filter out the bs and why can't I just be happy...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:22344</id>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2008-04-18T01:51:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T01:51:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm floundering...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alastor_moody14:22203</id>
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    <title>Life</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T20:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T21:24:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just want to be happy again... like when you looked up at me with your arms wrapped around me... the look in your eyes is the only thing that makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy again</content>
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