<?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-5925629675407472036</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:47:18.502-08:00</updated><category term='D'/><title type='text'>the Good Life.</title><subtitle type='html'>where happiness, struggle, and love happens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-332283746916574920</id><published>2009-10-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:20:16.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain being without you is nothing compared to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt; pain we go through when we are together. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-332283746916574920?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/332283746916574920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=332283746916574920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/332283746916574920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/332283746916574920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-being-without-you-is-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2931359974859951777</id><published>2009-10-10T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:51:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One and Only.</title><content type='html'>"I meant what I said when I gave you that promise ring, that Ima love you forever. I fall for you deeper everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still do 'til this day. And I wish I could tell you everything that I want to tell you =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2931359974859951777?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2931359974859951777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2931359974859951777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2931359974859951777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2931359974859951777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-one-and-only.html' title='My One and Only.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1710383132452702360</id><published>2009-10-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:45:35.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm waiting to be with you again and start all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1710383132452702360?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1710383132452702360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1710383132452702360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1710383132452702360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1710383132452702360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-im-waiting-to-be-with-you-again.html' title='Cause I&apos;m waiting to be with you again and start all over'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2085487680486224784</id><published>2009-10-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:22:56.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/Mobile%20Uploads/1009091420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/Mobile%20Uploads/1009091420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your letting go....And I'm trying to be okay with it =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2085487680486224784?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2085487680486224784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2085487680486224784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2085487680486224784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2085487680486224784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-your-letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/Mobile%20Uploads/th_1009091420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-4348377725315975563</id><published>2009-10-05T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:27:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause I still find myself running back to you....And you still got that pull on me. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-4348377725315975563?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/4348377725315975563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=4348377725315975563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4348377725315975563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4348377725315975563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-still-find-myself-running-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5790039136419995709</id><published>2009-10-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:23:21.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SslHSrvwSlI/AAAAAAAAAII/tUAstaflKyY/s1600-h/phpu3QqaKPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Holiday ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5407821149447767136?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5407821149447767136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5407821149447767136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5407821149447767136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5407821149447767136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-aint-enough-j-holiday.html' title='Forever Ain&apos;t Enough - J. Holiday =&apos;('/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5324843821150263878</id><published>2009-10-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:31:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause it feels like I lost the one thing in my life that always made me happy =()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5324843821150263878?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5324843821150263878/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2943059065300603458</id><published>2009-10-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:18:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't really know how I'm gonna handle how everything is now.....=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2943059065300603458?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2943059065300603458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2943059065300603458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6760570492399949674</id><published>2009-09-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:34:59.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quotemain"&gt;&lt;!--quotec--&gt;“The worst feeling isn’t being lonely; it’s when someone makes you feel special then suddenly leaves you hanging.&lt;!--QuoteEnd--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't see that I'm hurting. You don't even notice the pain. It feels like everyone else is sitting in the sunshine, while I'm drowning in the rain." &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_12964667--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6760570492399949674?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6760570492399949674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6760570492399949674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6760570492399949674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6760570492399949674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-feeling-isnt-being-lonely-its.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1686758324558175781</id><published>2009-09-27T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:30:00.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your scaring me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1686758324558175781?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1686758324558175781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1686758324558175781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1686758324558175781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1686758324558175781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-scaring-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-805944207811748185</id><published>2009-09-13T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:03:50.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not the kind of guy i want or wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-805944207811748185?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/805944207811748185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=805944207811748185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/805944207811748185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/805944207811748185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-kind-of-guy-i-want-or-wanted.html' title='not the kind of guy i want or wanted...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7763976373700712010</id><published>2009-09-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:29:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't tell you what I wanted to eat&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I pushed you away on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you acted that way&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I walked out&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you shut the door behind me&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you didn't come after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my fuckin fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7763976373700712010?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7763976373700712010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7763976373700712010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7763976373700712010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7763976373700712010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-i-didnt-tell-you-what-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7530594704370461540</id><published>2009-09-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:05:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I don't know what's going on anymore:( It's about to be a year now since our first breakup and I feel like it's gonna take the same turn again=/ I don't know how you feel about me anymore and I wish you would tell me. I feel it's harder for us to get things out now. I'm letting my guard up again. Yesterday I saw the same person I seen a year ago when we broke up. Like always, I want to make it work but I want to feel how I used to feel with you where I get feelings that I never felt before, where I would get butterflies, where I would get that tingly feeling when you kiss me or hold my hand. I don't know where all that went. You don't show emotion to me anymore. You don't cry like you used to anymore, you don't care like you used to anymore. Your not open to me like you were. I'm trying my hardest to stay strong for you and to stick with you. I'm giving you all that I got and that's what I've been giving. I don't know if that's not enough for you. I know what I want but I don't know what you want anymore because I don't see or feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7530594704370461540?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7530594704370461540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7530594704370461540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7530594704370461540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7530594704370461540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-dont-know-whats-going-on-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8569705354702199813</id><published>2009-08-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:05:03.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tool Academy makes me feel like an idiot just like those other girls -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8569705354702199813?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2927410066122617280</id><published>2009-08-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:08:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he doesn't love you anymore tracy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2927410066122617280?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2927410066122617280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2927410066122617280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2927410066122617280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2927410066122617280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-doesnt-love-you-anymore-tracy.html' title='he doesn&apos;t love you anymore tracy...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5507267348742858223</id><published>2009-08-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:55:25.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I have that feeling that I'm gonna get hurt again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5507267348742858223?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5507267348742858223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5507267348742858223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5507267348742858223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5507267348742858223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-i-have-that-feeling-that-im-gonna.html' title='Cause I have that feeling that I&apos;m gonna get hurt again...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2293948304431813164</id><published>2009-07-31T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:15:57.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time ever, I actually didn't want to make my wish at 11:11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2293948304431813164?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2293948304431813164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2293948304431813164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2293948304431813164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2293948304431813164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-first-time-ever-i-actually-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8535954853079855906</id><published>2009-07-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:57:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter who you love I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you sleep I still dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find someone whose heart is true,&lt;br /&gt;it would never be the same as loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8535954853079855906?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8535954853079855906/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3014371680889557091</id><published>2009-07-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:35:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never woke up feeling so alone before. And I still can't fathom what your brother told me. I can't hesitate to say that my heart and feelings are all twisted and tied up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like my heart's not in it anymore but yet I'm still so afraid of losing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-3014371680889557091?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3014371680889557091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3014371680889557091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3014371680889557091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3014371680889557091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-woke-up-feeling-so-alone-before.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6407305953669901372</id><published>2009-07-25T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:42:35.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6407305953669901372?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6407305953669901372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6407305953669901372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6407305953669901372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6407305953669901372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6449339425690629596</id><published>2009-07-20T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:51:45.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When finally I thought everything will be okay, everything falls apart :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6449339425690629596?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6449339425690629596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6449339425690629596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6449339425690629596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6449339425690629596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-finally-i-thought-everything-will.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7563451879560629001</id><published>2009-07-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:59:12.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels like my hearts breaking all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7563451879560629001?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7563451879560629001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7563451879560629001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7563451879560629001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7563451879560629001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/feels-like-my-hearts-breaking-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2329433861273410523</id><published>2009-07-10T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:58:13.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>him: What woke you up?&lt;br /&gt;me: bad dream -_-&lt;br /&gt;him: Ohhhh wow&lt;br /&gt;him: I'm watching degressi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Thanks for the concern &amp;amp; comfort:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2329433861273410523?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2329433861273410523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2329433861273410523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2329433861273410523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2329433861273410523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/him-what-woke-you-up-me-bad-dream-him.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7506462973527664275</id><published>2009-07-09T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:35:15.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FML FML FML.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the fact I'm not your "first". And it sucks knowing it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7506462973527664275?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7506462973527664275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7506462973527664275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7506462973527664275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7506462973527664275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml-fml-fml.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5554228521885568361</id><published>2009-07-03T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:51:28.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5554228521885568361?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5554228521885568361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5554228521885568361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5554228521885568361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5554228521885568361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7700684069629247573</id><published>2009-06-26T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:25:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FML. One of the worst days I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we hide so we can be found&lt;br /&gt;we walk away to see who will follow&lt;br /&gt;we let our hearts be broken to see who will come and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm getting more scared everyday of losing you and so many things are bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7700684069629247573?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7700684069629247573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7700684069629247573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7700684069629247573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7700684069629247573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/06/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-767741911469270471</id><published>2009-06-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:45:44.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think I'm not good enough for you appearance-wise. And again with the insecurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-767741911469270471?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/767741911469270471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=767741911469270471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/767741911469270471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/767741911469270471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-beginning-to-think-im-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7189763028503527041</id><published>2009-05-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:38:38.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuckin sick and tired of this fuckin feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7189763028503527041?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7189763028503527041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7189763028503527041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7189763028503527041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7189763028503527041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-fuck-you-fuck-you-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1718560862716197060</id><published>2009-05-16T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:05:37.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>I always get that "I want you to break up with me..." feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1718560862716197060?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1718560862716197060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1718560862716197060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1718560862716197060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1718560862716197060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-today.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3300514633181016971</id><published>2009-05-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:52:24.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like everythings perfect when I'm with you and nothing goes right when I'm without you. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-3300514633181016971?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3300514633181016971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3300514633181016971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3300514633181016971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3300514633181016971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like-everythings-perfect-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3592769671737383629</id><published>2009-04-29T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:21:24.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daily Confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want a guy who will make me feel like I'm the only woman in his life &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://femalesneakerfiend.com/phpBB/images/smiles/icon_redface.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A man's only as good as his word...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-3592769671737383629?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3592769671737383629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3592769671737383629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3592769671737383629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3592769671737383629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-confession-i-just-want-guy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5878488102871009510</id><published>2009-04-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:23:36.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Goodnight.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's going on with everything. I don't even know how to express myself to you anymore. The same feeling keeps coming back and I'm tired of telling you when it does. You get mad at me and I say nothing because I'd rather look and feel stupid than to hear you comfort me in my insecurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5878488102871009510?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5878488102871009510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5878488102871009510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5878488102871009510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5878488102871009510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-4461021644959861598</id><published>2009-04-17T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:15:07.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LOVE IS A &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; STRUGGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;You got something about you, being with you is all I wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;- st030207&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-4461021644959861598?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/4461021644959861598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=4461021644959861598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4461021644959861598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4461021644959861598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-beautiful-struggle.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8082674225588860026</id><published>2009-04-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:13:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>030207?</title><content type='html'>Here we go again..='( Hopefully again we figure out what's right for us. I think my heart needs time to calm down and get away from everything that has already happened. I feel like a big burden had just lifted off my shoulders. But I'm glad we can still talk just as friends but still have that special thing for each other. We'll see how everything goes. Remember that I'm always here for you. I love you I love you I love you I love you! times infinity. SEF&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8082674225588860026?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8082674225588860026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=8082674225588860026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8082674225588860026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8082674225588860026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/04/030207.html' title='030207?'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1038010114165122059</id><published>2009-04-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:10:48.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eghhh....</title><content type='html'>WOW. My heart is beating fast. I hella just remembered something I didn't want to remember. And you don't know that I know. When I look back into it, I see how completely stupid I was to not speak up and confront you about it. And if I do, I know damn well you got no excuses for it either. All I'm gonna hear are your sorry's that I'm so used to hearing now. This is just another addition to my insecurities. And you wonder why I don't trust you..All I can say is wow. I can't take remembering all this shit, remembering the person you supposedly "were". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I always find myself reminiscing of the memories I never wanted to look back on." - Tpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1038010114165122059?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1038010114165122059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1038010114165122059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1038010114165122059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1038010114165122059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/04/eghhh.html' title='Eghhh....'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7835356481086272709</id><published>2009-03-14T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:17:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idk...</title><content type='html'>I'm scared again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7835356481086272709?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7835356481086272709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7835356481086272709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7835356481086272709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7835356481086272709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/03/idk.html' title='idk...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6782381345450099089</id><published>2009-03-01T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:58:39.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past the limit.</title><content type='html'>I'm so fuckin tired and sick of you. I'm tired of you degrading and judging me like I'm not shit to you. You always say things that hella hurt me and you don't even realize it. You see one picture of me with a guy and you tell me that I'm not gonna have a future, that I'm ruining my life. ONE picture! You've put me down my whole life and I'm sick of it. Finally when I try my hardest in school to meet up to your expectations, you never acknowledge or praise it. Nothing I do is ever good enough for you. When I graduate highschool, I don't want to see you again. When I graduate college, I don't want you to be there. When I get married, I don't want you to be there. When I have children of my own, for damn sure I don't want you to be their grandmother. You don't deserve ANY of that. I know it's not gonna happen but I wish once my brother graduates highschool, he moves out on his own. I wish my dad would divorce you and move out on his own, find and marry a woman who will treat him how he should be treated. Something YOU failed to do. You've put all of us through so much shit you don't even know. I don't really give a fuck about you anymore. I don't even consider you as my mother. I hope karma bites you in the ass. I'm hella done with you and I can't wait for what is about to lay ahead of me in a couple more months. I can't wait till the perfect time to say all of this to you face to face. You've push me to the limit where I can't deal with you no more. I hope you find someone who will bare with you and your ridiculous mindset. I can't wait till that final goodbye I'll have with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6782381345450099089?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6782381345450099089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6782381345450099089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6782381345450099089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6782381345450099089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-limit.html' title='Past the limit.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7459820877256078080</id><published>2009-02-21T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:39:52.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>022009</title><content type='html'>These are the kinds of days that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/100_3915.jpg" height="170" width="230"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/100_3913.jpg" height="170" width="230"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/0220092027.jpg" height="170" width="230"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7459820877256078080?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7459820877256078080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7459820877256078080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7459820877256078080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7459820877256078080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/02/022009.html' title='022009'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/th_100_3915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-4171837340596309624</id><published>2009-01-28T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:40:17.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And again with the insecurities....it hella hella gets me and I'm sorry I have to say it here and not to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-4171837340596309624?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/4171837340596309624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=4171837340596309624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4171837340596309624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4171837340596309624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-again-with-insecurities.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5451495433605997878</id><published>2009-01-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:59:42.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've noticed every single thing bothers me and I feel like I can't open my mouth to you anymore. My insecurities are at it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HIGHEST&lt;/span&gt;. And it's killing me =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-5451495433605997878?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5451495433605997878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5451495433605997878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5451495433605997878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5451495433605997878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-noticed-every-single-thing-bothers.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1268766279375517949</id><published>2009-01-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:18:10.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We don't look for love because it sucks to be alone watching movies or because it's nice to cuddle up with someone on rainy days..we look for love because we want to be forgiven..for the mistakes we make. Love is an act of forgiveness, that for all our imperfections, we are accepted and forgiven no matter how hurtful our mistakes are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1268766279375517949?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1268766279375517949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1268766279375517949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1268766279375517949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1268766279375517949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-dont-look-for-love-because-it-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8065551801934716344</id><published>2009-01-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:04:23.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Irony of Love:</title><content type='html'>Loving the right person at the wrong time,&lt;br /&gt;Having the wrong person when the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;And finding out you love someone right after&lt;br /&gt;That person walks out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, you think you're already over a person,&lt;br /&gt;Until you see them smile at you again,&lt;br /&gt;You'll suddenly realize that you're really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, they think that letting go is one way&lt;br /&gt;Of expressing how much you love the person,&lt;br /&gt;By sacrificing your happiness for theirs,&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing that the other person's&lt;br /&gt;Doing the same thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships tend to fail&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the absence of love;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always present,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that one is being loved too much&lt;br /&gt;And the other was being loved too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always fall in love with the person we think we love,&lt;br /&gt;Only to discover that what we loved about them fades.&lt;br /&gt;Bad experiences are always remembered,&lt;br /&gt;But it's the wonderful memories that are captured&lt;br /&gt;To remind us that there are brighter days ahead&lt;br /&gt;And that happiness exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to learn to let go when you're hurting too much,&lt;br /&gt;Realize that sometimes love just isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;And accept the fact that things aren't always gonna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone out there who will love you more.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the thought you put into your decisions&lt;br /&gt;That impairs your judgement&lt;br /&gt;When your heart already knows what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart. Even though it's on the left side, it's always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the worst I've ever gotten hurt from you. My feelings are so confused. I'm hoping whatever happens, I can get over you this time. Let go and move on. I've waited almost 2 years to see you change into the perfect guy I've always wanted, but now I feel our relationship was based on lies. I guess you aren't the guy I thought and wished you were. And I truely think your better off with the life you were living behind my back. Now I really see why people say I deserve better. It's just that I feel stupid for believing your different from the rest of guys out there, because I really thought you were. You don't know how stupid you made me look. I don't know what I was doing wrong for you to go and do that without even thinking about me. I'm sorry if I hurt you with the words I said. I felt you deserved it and I hope you got hurt. Really hurt. I want you to realize what you put me through so it goes in your fuckin head. I don't know what I have to do to make you just love me whole-heartedly. Maybe our time is up finally. I regret so many things. I can't believe I sticked with you after all those times you hurt me so bad. And I can't even believe I can get so hurt by a boy. I can't believe I believed the stuff you said to me. I've never felt like this before, ever. I loved you with everything I got, everything I have. I guess I don't make you happy then. I wish whatever happens is for the best. Maybe I can finally let go of you and live my life knowing there's someone better out there waiting for me to come along so they can treat me the way I deserve to be treated. I hope you really learn from this and not break anymore hearts. Be the man your lady is proud of and shows off. Stop rolling with the crowd and be different. It will make you stand out and have a title. You choose how people want to recognize you as. Don't be just another guy who plays around thinking you can do whatever you want. Grow up and stop thinking about yourself. If you want to have the responsibility of calling someone your own, SHOW IT. PROVE IT. It can't just be shown by one person. That's why your IN A RELATIONSHIP where it involves 2 people. Not just you. I hope all this goes in your head and stays there. Because I do want you to be different. But your the one who chooses what and who you want to be. I'll leave you with the decision because you know I been down for you since day one. I love you so much that I sacraficed so many things for you. I went out my way and loved and cared for you. Your the one I've always wanted and you should already know that by now. Never once did I thought about another guy. The only guy in the picture was you. And everyone knew that. I don't know what else you want from me because I've given everything I have just to make you happy. And I have so much feelings for you. Your the only boy I have ever had feelings for. And your the one choosing if you want that to stay in me or leave. And I still think and know you do have potential to be unique. Just know I'm always down for you but only if you let it and want it to be reciprocal. Please, really think about it. Because I don't want to be in it still if your gonna be doing all those. Especially since you don't like telling me things for some reason. I'll leave it at this: I love you so much but if you don't want me to, I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8065551801934716344?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8065551801934716344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=8065551801934716344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8065551801934716344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8065551801934716344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/greatest-irony-of-love.html' title='The Greatest Irony of Love:'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3350732614937541322</id><published>2009-01-03T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:33:33.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt again.</title><content type='html'>Here we go again. I found out the truth finally, and it's actually coming from you. I don't know what I did to you for you to go and do all those. Maybe I'm doing something wrong? I never felt so hurt by you telling me what you did. I guess it was better for me to let everything out than hold my insecurities in. Because now I know the truth and the real you. Your just like other guys. Everything you say is all BS to me. I'm sorry if I'm being harsh. But you get what you deserve. You reap what you sow. Just realize I loved you with everything I got. Not once did ever think about hurting you. Not once did I ever think about losing your trust. Sometimes I wonder why you do the things you do. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. &lt;b&gt;March 2, 2007 - September 29, 2008&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;November 2, 2008 - January 2, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-3350732614937541322?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3350732614937541322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3350732614937541322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3350732614937541322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3350732614937541322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurt-again.html' title='Hurt again.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2717546303980736604</id><published>2009-01-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:42:37.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read something I didn't want to read. After I read it, my eyes became watery and the feelings I had during that one month came rushing in me. It scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy 22 Months. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2717546303980736604?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2717546303980736604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2717546303980736604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2717546303980736604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2717546303980736604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2009/01/22.html' title='22.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-748415947832202791</id><published>2008-12-25T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:54:15.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Confession...</title><content type='html'>I hate all my fuckin insecurities....I hate how it overpowers my feelings and everything. I'm sorry whenever my insecurities gets the best of me I act like a bitch to you because I can't let shit go thats been done and over with because I been hurt so bad that I haven't fully recovered from it and it still affects me. IM SORRY I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE I'M SCARED OF WHAT YOUR GOING TO SAY =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-748415947832202791?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/748415947832202791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=748415947832202791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/748415947832202791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/748415947832202791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/12/daily-confession.html' title='Daily Confession...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7851895090752913441</id><published>2008-12-22T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:56:17.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why but...</title><content type='html'>I just can't tell you. There were so many times where I had the chance to tell you but I got scared. I don't know how your gonna respond. I'm scared your gonna get mad at me telling me to "forget the past, the past is the past, it's done and over with already" because that's what you told me before. That's what I'm afraid of. I rather cope with the tears when you act like that because you can't see that I am crying. I'm sorry I can't and haven't told you. I'm just scared I'm gonna hurt us if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intro to my "reason" i guess =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7851895090752913441?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7851895090752913441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7851895090752913441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7851895090752913441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7851895090752913441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-why-but.html' title='I don&apos;t know why but...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6263539394279228147</id><published>2008-11-29T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:31:23.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful.</title><content type='html'>What do you think of when you hear the word Thanksgiving? Do you think of the endless food your family eats at your family gatherings? Or do you think about the Black Friday sales that are at the malls? Don't lose thought on what Thanksgiving really is about. Give thanks to God for everything He has given and provided for you no matter how little it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for bringing my boyfriend into my life and having him hold the title of my boyfriend. I'm glad I can be happy with him a second time. I'm glad everything that happened between us is repaired because we're back in it and stronger than before. I'm thankful that God kept us together throughout our &lt;i&gt;beautiful struggle&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;030207&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/1128081540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 260px;" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/1128081540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/100_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 260px;" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/100_1814.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/5925629675407472036-6263539394279228147?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6263539394279228147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6263539394279228147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6263539394279228147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6263539394279228147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w26/mstracyx/030207/th_1128081540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2869405792200219878</id><published>2008-11-11T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:12:43.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know when your IN love?</title><content type='html'>Everyone has their own definition of love. My first boyfriend is the one I am still with to this day and I'm not afraid to say that I am in love with him. He's the only guy that comes to my mind when I hear the word love, couple, boyfriend... He's the only guy that I have sacraficed so many things for and because I WANTED to. We had our ups and downs and I admit I have had faults that really hurt our relationship. I think time apart reveals true love. And love comes when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2869405792200219878?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2869405792200219878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2869405792200219878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2869405792200219878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2869405792200219878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-you-know-when-your-in-love.html' title='How do you know when your IN love?'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-2170622879954526110</id><published>2008-11-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:49:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you love someone, let them go. &lt; &lt;b&gt;If they return to you, it was meant to be."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient.&lt;/i&gt; - March 2, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that we have been through everything together. iloveyou&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-2170622879954526110?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2170622879954526110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=2170622879954526110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2170622879954526110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/2170622879954526110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-love-someone-let-them-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-1390295986287423122</id><published>2008-10-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:53:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day and...</title><content type='html'>I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you, it was meant to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-1390295986287423122?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/1390295986287423122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=1390295986287423122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1390295986287423122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/1390295986287423122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-and.html' title='Another day and...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6211026186678733332</id><published>2008-10-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:44:27.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day.</title><content type='html'>It's getting easier everyday I guess. Words still can't describe how I'm feeling. Even I can't put together words to describe what I'm feeling. I still think about you everyday, everyminute, everymoment. My feelings for you have not changed at all. I miss you more and more as each day pass but I'm learning to not let it get to me. One word that I can describe myself as is &lt;i&gt;confused&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know what's going on through your head whatsoever. There are times your this way, there are times your that way and I catch myself wondering in a puzzled expression. My heart knows what I want but I'm not sure if I'm ready for what my heart wants. I am in no doubt still &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt; with you, but I'm scared to find out if on your part, you feel the same way. I haven't changed at all, I do the same things I do when things were the same. The only different part is having you there with me everymoment of the day. I still wish you were here for me everyday, minute, second. I miss you so much and still do love you so so much...I just don't have the guts to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah sissy, you know what song reminds me of you? &lt;i&gt;Better in Time.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6211026186678733332?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6211026186678733332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6211026186678733332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6211026186678733332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6211026186678733332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-930364928937628297</id><published>2008-09-26T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:46:05.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not painful.</title><content type='html'>"If you go into a relationship not feeling terribly good about yourself, you're more likely to become dependent on your partner to help you feel good about yourself.  If we felt empty before they appeared in our lives, we fear the emptiness returning if they leave, so their staying with us becomes paramount. That dependency can create all kinds of fear and unhappiness when there's a perceived threat to you staying together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this from an article about love and thinking whether to believe it or not. He's the one who brings me up when I'm down, who comforts me when I need someone, who listens to me when I need an ear to listen, who is there to give me his shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is not painful, it feels incredible. The pain and hurt we feel doesn’t come from love, it comes from our doubts, fears, anxiety, perceived rejections, broken trusts, anger, jealousy, envy, etc. So why do we as a culture lump all those other feelings in with love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the factor for me. I have a fear that I'm going to lose him completely when I don't want that to happen at all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has gone by and I decided to wait it out because I'm not gonna give up on us. I'm hoping really hard that everything will work out for the best. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-930364928937628297?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/930364928937628297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=930364928937628297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/930364928937628297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/930364928937628297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-not-painful.html' title='Love is not painful.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3872718121338383690</id><published>2008-09-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:20:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because when you love somebody...</title><content type='html'>Hearing something about someone that you don't want to hear and that you know is completely impossible and hard to believe can get our minds running, but yet it can get us constantly thinking alot about it too. It can hold us back from many things and let things out. It can leave us standing alone in disarray and unpredictable feelings to come out. Time is the main factor in this situation because time will tell. Work things out and make a decision you won't regret. Always stay strong in all circumstances and never let your feelings get the best of you. I've come too far to just throw it all away but I'm willing to wait and see where all this will take me. I almost did something I knew I will regret and &lt;i&gt;didn't want&lt;/i&gt; to do. I didn't because I just can't...and won't. Don't give up too soon because hopefully in the end everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"because when you love somebody, you make it work..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ST32&lt;br /&gt;I'll always hold you down and love you no matter what. &lt;i&gt;I promise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-3872718121338383690?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3872718121338383690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3872718121338383690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3872718121338383690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3872718121338383690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-just-cant.html' title='because when you love somebody...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8486658482744298687</id><published>2008-09-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:15:40.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back.</title><content type='html'>Came home after 5 days of camp. It was a package filled with excitement, joy, fear, and drama. It was really hard getting through the days without talking to him. The days were so long, we ran through a scheduled 16 hour day. Friday finally came and he was the person I wanted to come home to. After everything that happened at camp this week, I was so glad I got to end the week with him. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxjlUHjrPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M8YwRLrky00/s1600-h/100_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxjlUHjrPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M8YwRLrky00/s400/100_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245677158686502130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxkAhtOP5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_RlbEeOrhVw/s1600-h/100_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxkAhtOP5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_RlbEeOrhVw/s400/100_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245677626190610322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxkfNdvMgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tI2xO1MPGGA/s1600-h/100_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxkfNdvMgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tI2xO1MPGGA/s400/100_0330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245678153332896258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxlEEiIqqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DNv64sZwdL0/s1600-h/100_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxlEEiIqqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DNv64sZwdL0/s400/100_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245678786590583458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxlkizCHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-OlVgMln79M/s1600-h/100_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxlkizCHfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-OlVgMln79M/s400/100_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245679344470334962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8486658482744298687?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8486658482744298687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=8486658482744298687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8486658482744298687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8486658482744298687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SMxjlUHjrPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M8YwRLrky00/s72-c/100_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-549693762022872845</id><published>2008-08-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:22:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>Everyone has them. There might be something your looking forward to and something happens resulting in your whole day being ruined. I get so irritated. Every little thing seems to bother me in some way. Especially if it's someone thats a big part of your life happens to throw your day off, it messes up your mood real hard. Even if it's something so little! Anything can throw our day off. Lesson to be learned is to try not to let it bother you no matter how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sucks sitting in church with tears falling down my eyes and I can't stop it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-549693762022872845?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/549693762022872845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=549693762022872845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/549693762022872845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/549693762022872845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day?'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-5964228082475891632</id><published>2008-08-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:51:13.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conclusion of a Beautiful Summer.</title><content type='html'>Summer is a time to relax, to take time out from everything thats going on, to spend time with your friends and family. I spent my whole summer with the love of my life. He was the main person I saw and talked to. He was the first and last person I talked to everyday. There were many days where I woke up and he was the first person I saw. There were many days that I started off smiling seeing him next to me. We learned more about each other and made our relationship even stronger. We went through smiles, laughs, and even tears that brought us closer together. This summer made me realize even more what truly makes me happy. In the beginning we started off with minutes together and builded up to being together for days. Now summer is coming to an end and we go back to school. I hope nothing will change between us at all now that we won't be seeing each other as much as we like. Thank you for a wonderful summer my love. Thank you for showing me how happy I can be when I am with you. I love you so so much and I can't wait until next summer. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't be close to someone who makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Be close to someone who can't be happy without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/34t4rpw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/34t4rpw.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/5925629675407472036-5964228082475891632?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5964228082475891632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=5964228082475891632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5964228082475891632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/5964228082475891632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/08/conclusion-of-beautiful-summer.html' title='The Conclusion of a Beautiful Summer.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/34t4rpw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-3549211213309196556</id><published>2008-08-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:06:52.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Minute...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stopped to think about the wonders and creations God created? Have you ever looked outside at night and just gaze at the stars in the sky? Have you ever marvelled at the beauty of nature? Many of us take forgranted the astonishing, even breathtaking creations that is provided for us, from the little things like flowers to the big things like the view of the ocean from a cliffside. Take a minute to examine the beautiful nature God has created and maybe, just maybe you will catch yourself standing in awe realizing how wonderful God's creations are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stinson Beach - July 26, 2008&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2v983nb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2v983nb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/9swg3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/9swg3d.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/5925629675407472036-3549211213309196556?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/3549211213309196556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=3549211213309196556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3549211213309196556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/3549211213309196556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-minute.html' title='Take a Minute...'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2v983nb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-7057299487674185649</id><published>2008-06-13T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:35:11.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Feelings.</title><content type='html'>Becoming attached to someone can be a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;But what if something happened and it starts to bother us? What will we do?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings start to twist and all kinds of emotions start to flare.&lt;br /&gt;I became attached. And now, I'm afraid of losing the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; I became attached to.&lt;br /&gt;Do I fall back and drift? Or do I keep clinging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I blame it on him&lt;br /&gt;And in the end I blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Everything that irritates us about others&lt;br /&gt;can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-7057299487674185649?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7057299487674185649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=7057299487674185649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7057299487674185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/7057299487674185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-beginning.html' title='Twisted Feelings.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-628101884674863549</id><published>2008-06-02T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:53:18.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SETncZRkuMI/AAAAAAAAACM/9-Rb02UW3yU/s1600-h/php6QZ8T8AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SETncZRkuMI/AAAAAAAAACM/9-Rb02UW3yU/s200/php6QZ8T8AM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207541544154085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 months. I got to see him today :] I enjoyed every minute of him being with me, no matter how short or long it was. I love the feeling when I'm with him. He brings everything out of me. I can have the worsest day and he can make it so much better just like that. I would always wish we would have longer times being together, but I'm thankful I even get the chance to see him. Another month added to our love &amp; I'd love to keep it going. Words can't express the love that I have for you. All I can say is that I love you with all I got, all my heart. I'm glad you stayed over for a while. I'm sorry I couldn't spend the day with you, but I had the chance to see you :] &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We made the shortest time feel like the longest together.&lt;/span&gt; I love you so so much &amp; I hoped you enjoyed today :] Happy 15 months Baby and many more to come &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-628101884674863549?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/628101884674863549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=628101884674863549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/628101884674863549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/628101884674863549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/06/chapter-15.html' title='Chapter 15.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SETncZRkuMI/AAAAAAAAACM/9-Rb02UW3yU/s72-c/php6QZ8T8AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8846589179047439811</id><published>2008-05-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:53:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My other half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SDrWbKrtVyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e6R0IwotYCg/s1600-h/DSC02721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SDrWbKrtVyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e6R0IwotYCg/s320/DSC02721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708081592522530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him on Friday with a big smile on his face when we were walking toward each other made me smile =] It felt good to be with him. The feeling of his hands in mine, the feeling of wrapping my arms around him, the feeling of him kissing my forehead: Its a wonderful feeling to be loved, to feel wanted. I'm glad all these feelings I get are because of him, only him. When I am with him, I feel like nothing else matters, that I don't have to worry about anything. We share moments whenever we're together. We rarely argue when we're together. We fight when we're apart because we just simply miss each other. I thank God everyday for bringing him into my life. He picks me up when I fall. He comforts me when I have no one else. He listens when I need to let something out. And most of all, he's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patient.&lt;/span&gt; Thats one of the many things I love about him. He's my other half. Yeah he's not perfect, but in my eyes, I see him perfectly. He's perfect &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me. I may not see him whenever I want to, but I'm willing to wait until that day I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The richest love is that which lasts through time apart to someday be together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8846589179047439811?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8846589179047439811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=8846589179047439811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8846589179047439811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8846589179047439811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-other-half.html' title='My other half.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SDrWbKrtVyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e6R0IwotYCg/s72-c/DSC02721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-9198980208593075050</id><published>2008-05-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:24:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Struggle.</title><content type='html'>There are always ups and downs in a relationship. It's not the greatest feeling to get hurt by the one you love, but all I know is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd rather &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; hurt than to hurt the one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. So what if I gave chance after chance? I know what I'm feeling for him and I'm not gonna give up either. I gave up everything for him. That's how much I love him. Fighting is natural in any relationship. It either breaks them apart or brings them closer together. Think before you make a decision and regret nothing. I'm not about to end what we have yet, my love. I love you with all my heart and I promise you I will and have been giving you my all since day one - March 2 , 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Never give up on love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-9198980208593075050?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/9198980208593075050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=9198980208593075050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/9198980208593075050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/9198980208593075050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-struggle.html' title='Beautiful Struggle.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-8424284784669420103</id><published>2008-05-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:00:10.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year.</title><content type='html'>Sweet 16. Had a blast last night, the feeling of my friends gathering all together to celebrate my birthday, seeing friends i havent seen in forever, the smile that came to my face seeing my boyfriend/love/husband taking care of everything that night, and primarily everyone just having a good time with each other. Another year has gone by and now another year added to my life. Thank God for life and the days he adds to them. I also thank everyone who made last night happen. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-8424284784669420103?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8424284784669420103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=8424284784669420103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8424284784669420103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/8424284784669420103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-year.html' title='Another Year.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-6663230116312071408</id><published>2008-05-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:25:28.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Not?</title><content type='html'>Define a friend. Is it someone who would talk about you behind your back? Most def not. I had a friend who I knew for almost 2 years and I trusted a lot. Came to find out she was talking about me behind my back. Surprise right? I never expected that to happen. Made me think about trust. Who's real and who's not? There are situations that will come up and tell what a person is all about. Trust &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; because you'll never know who will really be there for you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Friendship is a serious business. It can’t be taken lightly. When u call somebody a friend, mean it and show it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-6663230116312071408?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6663230116312071408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=6663230116312071408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6663230116312071408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/6663230116312071408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/friend-or-not.html' title='Friend or Not?'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-783969737967823350</id><published>2008-04-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:15:39.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever regretted something? I think we all have. For me, it's not working hard enough in school and striving to do the best that I can do. End outcomes can get us frustrated blaming things or people we shouldn't be blaming when really the fault is on us. It can get us saying "Wow, maybe I should have tried harder." Pushing ourselves is the key: committment, focus, and motivation. Lacking those things can hurt us in the long run making it harder to get back on track. Procrastination is another deficiency. Never put things out for the last minute. It just makes things more strenuous and adds more labor in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Proverbs 12:24&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The diligent hand will rule, but laziness will lead to forced labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-783969737967823350?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/783969737967823350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=783969737967823350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/783969737967823350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/783969737967823350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/04/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925629675407472036.post-4083549204861086011</id><published>2008-04-27T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:08:20.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Your Future.</title><content type='html'>Education is an important part in ones life. It determines and gives you an idea for your future. Struggles may come and bring you down, but it is your choice whether to give up and let it bring you down or to try harder giving all you have. We don't have time for laziness because it may be too late resulting in regret. Getting our minds straight isn't easy for there are distractions that will come to interfere. People can be a factor, ones that would always bring us down and the ones who would pick us up when we do fall. Always strive to do your best in all you do because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greatest accomplishments in life are the ones you have worked hard for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5925629675407472036-4083549204861086011?l=misstiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/feeds/4083549204861086011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5925629675407472036&amp;postID=4083549204861086011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4083549204861086011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5925629675407472036/posts/default/4083549204861086011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiem.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-your-future_27.html' title='Finding Your Future.'/><author><name>tracy.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ9cXY2863Q/SJtu3TKYJwI/AAAAAAAAACc/7a7T5pbR9BI/s1600-R/attach_photo-10.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
