<?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-29686386</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:20:27.150-07:00</updated><category term='dancing in the dark'/><category term='songs'/><category term='empty'/><category term='unclear'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-4208348460527959508</id><published>2011-05-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T04:51:05.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KF said i should lose 10 lbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-4208348460527959508?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/4208348460527959508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=4208348460527959508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4208348460527959508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4208348460527959508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2011/05/kf-said-i-should-lose-10-lbs.html' title='KF said i should lose 10 lbs'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-7281712251434491930</id><published>2010-04-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:36:52.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this too shall pass</title><content type='html'>I think there may be something wrong with me. I can't handle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has gotten much better. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a promotion. A lot more is expected of me, but i don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I have been together over a year now. I am so happy and so sad with certain things. I want to be with him all the time, he makes me smile and laugh, and he tries his best to be considerate of me. I, on the other hand, am emotional, jealous, and always suspicious. I honestly can not figure out what anyone would want to do with me. The worst part is that I see what I am doing and can't stop.  I am so insecure that it ruins things. I know how I got this way, but I still want it to stop. He either doesn't love me or just won't say it. If I knew which it was, I hope that I would lighten up or hit the road. He has made tons of comments that seem as if he does and just can't physically say it and he is said it after he had drank and doesn't remember, but I want to know. He has said that he has never initiated it to a girlfriend and has only said it out of obligation. That is a huge fear of mine. His blames his lack of emotional expression on his dad and the relationships his dad has had with so many different women and him not being around after J was about 6. I don't know. That all sounds like crap to me. I LOVE HIM. I want to be with him in the future. I want and need him to tell me if he does. He knows that I would like to hear it, but probably not that it is driving me into depression. I am so afraid of wasting time like I did with Donny that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overanalyze&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend Randy moved back in about two months ago and his work schedule switched to the complete opposite of mine. He works 14hour days Sat-Monday. It is terrible. The only time that we have together is after I am off work and for two hours(if that) on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. The weekends are not fun to hang out at all though. He is usually in a bad mood or gets tired by 7:30. I usually don't mind so much because I would rather spend crappy time together than not at all. Randy was and still usually is around all of the time. I was beyond upset. The precious little time I had with him had to be shared with R.  It wasn't even that...he was so happy that he had moved in that I totally became the third wheel not R. Before R, he was talking about buying a house together and I was very happy. The second that he moved in, the house talk stopped and R started talking about the two of them moving into a place downtown together. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt upset all of the time and we started picking little fights all the time. We finally talked about it and it has been better. I don't think I could have stayed like that another minute. I started to resent R and everything he did and said and still if I had the choice, he wouldn't live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now J is on a trip in San Diego. I thought that I would be ok, but I am not. I really don't think that he would cheat, but after D, I know that it is always a possibility. I have been giving him attitude and he still has another 2 and a half days there. We went to SD together two months ago. It was pretty fun. Probably much more fun with all guy friends and no g/f. I hate it. I go crazy thinking about all of the possibilities and knowing that I would never find out. It was a fluke that I ever found out about D. I don't know how not to be a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he love me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we still be together if he didn't, but why would he not say it if he does???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to be married some day now. Maybe I want it because he doesn't think he ever will. Maybe it is because I am older now. And kids, I still don't know about them, but figure I will want them in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want him to be back or for me to learn how to deal with him on trips without me. I don't think that I will ever figure it out. I want him to come with me on every trip. He would rather go with friends I think. He tries to reassure me all of the time, but I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get a hold of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-7281712251434491930?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/7281712251434491930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=7281712251434491930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/7281712251434491930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/7281712251434491930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-this-too-shall-pass.html' title='And this too shall pass'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-4975005385670844837</id><published>2009-01-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:52:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against My Better Judgement</title><content type='html'>I finally did what I knew that I should have many months ago.  I think that he is for the most part good, but not for me. I miss plenty of things, but they could not weigh out the constant feeling of wanting more. I wanted to be in love with the person that I was spending some much time with.  I miss having someone to do things with, but I wasn't that happy while we were doing them. I texted him "happy birthday" the other day and so came a series of bitter responses. He told me not to pretend to care, that I totally disappeared and blew him off, that I was playing games, and some more. I tried to be as nice as possible, but was surprised that he cared enough to be bitter and couldn't get into any drama.  I am over it and figured he was as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten back into an old pattern. It means trouble. I will like him and he will hurt me. It is almost garanteed at this point, " but just being around you offers me another form of relief." I know that he will only make me happy in tiny incriments and he will never really like me more than just what it is. I wish I could say no, but there has always been something about him that makes me forgive him. I feel like Pip after Estella asks if he could ever forgive her, "don't you know me at all." I don't want to have to keep forgiving. I want someone who doesn't want to hurt me. I told him last night that something had almost made me cry, and he sounded really upset about it. He said, "I don't want to ever make you cry. I never want to see you cry.  It would kill me and I would kill anyone that ever made you."  He was drunk, but part of me believed it.  I shouldn't though. The ironic thing is that in the past few years he has been one of the only few reasons that I do tear up. My friends say that when I cry it is really pretty and really sad. E says that she can't take it that it kills her to watch. I think it is because I only cry when it really hurts and the tears well up, but my face doesn't move. There is so much salty water that it just falls from my face. I hope he never sees me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hanging out with E a lot. Differant problems we share, but all relating to lonliness.  It is comforting to have a friend around to bounce complaints about our worlds back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make a better career for myself. I keep waiting for it to fall into my lap. That will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat better than I have the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;I want a better haircut.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find a new sushi partner.&lt;br /&gt;I want to clean my apt and sell my car.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the best I possibly can at everything and stop letting my self-doubts get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make good decisions and take initiative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-4975005385670844837?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/4975005385670844837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=4975005385670844837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4975005385670844837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4975005385670844837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2009/01/against-my-better-judgement.html' title='Against My Better Judgement'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-1669583869309574305</id><published>2009-01-04T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:51:03.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace post  12/21/08</title><content type='html'>It was MySpace so I wasn't saying much. I have decided that I want to delete it now though.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation and Hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are no fun-my friends are right. I do like lounging around,but too much time alone and I start to go crazy. This has been a very strange month. Lots of changes to adjust to. Some good/some bad. Just rolling with the punches. I'm always in a mixed state of excitement and disappointment. Disappointed at some things that have passed and excited for what may come. I know more now than ever that willing something to be does not make it so.&lt;br /&gt;It is almost a new year. I'm not one for symbolism, but I may make use of this one. Last year at this time, I had expected to be somewhere else completely by now. Not knowing the future keeps things interesting, but some warnings would be nice. I guess they are there and I turn a blind eye when I don't want to believe them. I actually never know what I want and never have. My indecision and lack of conviction will be my downfall if I let it. I need to determine what I want and seek it out and not wait for it to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Keep the wind at your back and the sun on your faceAll the immediate unknownsAre better than knowing this tired and lonely fate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E's comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is deep..it speaks. I would rather shave off both my eyebrows and have a peg leg than face another sunday again. But the world continues to turn, and we will continue to survive. How about this Sunday we lounge..together. eating toffee and chips in my cave. and maybe topping it off with some french fries. i don't know about you but that sounds like a better sunday than me scrubbing the kitchen floor in tears..haha. I am so happy to have you in my life and this tired and lonely fate will soon fade into another year full of possibility. I am sure of it. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-1669583869309574305?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/1669583869309574305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=1669583869309574305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/1669583869309574305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/1669583869309574305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2009/01/myspace-post-122108.html' title='MySpace post  12/21/08'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-3279242927176187718</id><published>2008-09-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:29:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless forever?</title><content type='html'>I love and hate that I have no idea where I will be or what I will care about in a year.  Everything will be, has to be, differant by then. There are plenty of things that I wish were differant now, but am curious to see how time will change them on its own. I look at friends and wish I could give them a glance at the future, but know living it is the only way to appreciate the present.&lt;br /&gt;  I have no idea what I want. I have no idea what I will ever want.  All that I know is that what I once worried about is of no concern to me now.&lt;br /&gt;  I went out with Kris and Kel tonight, by accident. They were a few blocks away and I invited them over to see the new place. We had about four saki bombs at one place, then a few more car bombs at another. I am still a lil buzzed, but am content. I wonder if I still will be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;  Most of the time I just wonder if anyone will ever tell me that they love me and mean it. Meaning it is key. I still don't know if I will ever fall in love. I don't think so. I have really liked and cared about a couple of people, but that may be where it ends. I am almost 25. Maybe time is running out for me. That doesn't mean that I will settle. It just means that I may be alone forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-3279242927176187718?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/3279242927176187718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=3279242927176187718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/3279242927176187718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/3279242927176187718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2008/09/clueless-forever.html' title='clueless forever?'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-4674567633068740418</id><published>2008-05-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:54:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Score...</title><content type='html'>...not as in a score to settle, but as a background theme song to my life. I think mine would have a lot of ups and downs and irregularity, but it would be a beautiful sound. Parts would be slow and doubtful and then it would slowly wind up and pick up tempo just to slow down again and repeat the pattern over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never figure out what I want. I need freedom, but I want to be loved. I don't know if I want to love though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to start his new job hopefully next week. I am counting on that changing things. I haven't been happy in this for a while. I can not figure out if it is him or me. It has lost its luster and I feel my confidence dropping and me clinging to the familiar and not ready for a change. There are many things that I love about being part of a relationship, but I don't think right now that we have staying power. Things have started to fizzle...well have been fizzling for a while now and I have been waiting for that perfect boy that he was to come back to me. We should be in love by now. We should say it to each other if we do. I know that he doesn't love me. He couldn't. I think we are just both too scared or something to go back to being alone. What if it is all me? What if I will never be happy? I just want to be wanted...like cheap trick. Doesn't everyone? Maybe I would be bored with someone who worshiped me, but the idea seems nice. I want to have conversations that don't bore me and be touched and held. I want to be acknowleged for my ideas and thanked every once in a while. A simple 'thank you' would do so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I would be at one of the slow tempo portions of my score. A few notes that keep repeating because I am too scared to move on to a fast beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if I had ever been in real love. I thought that I was a few months ago, but now I am not sure. If he was the person that I thought he was originally, I could have loved him forever.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be bitter after this though...if it does turn out that way. I asked the heavens or the air for a relationship a while back. I needed to date more. Have relationships-test people out-find out who I am and what I need. With each person I have met, I realize a little more about myself and what will and can't work.&lt;br /&gt;I need to travel, I need to be held, I need to laugh, I want to always feel comfortable, I want to share interests and if we don't I want us both to suffer through the other's because we know it will make them happy, I want to be able to picture an entire life together and not be wondering about a few days or weeks from now if everything will be upside down, I need to be able to talk about what is wrong quickfully and painlessly to squash the problems instead of dreading the conversation and dragging it out, I want random kisses on the nose, head, cheek, I want him to hold my hand as he once did, I don't want a rough patch to ruin what could have been something amazing...&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond excited about this relationship at the beginning. It was the first time I thought I may have actually had found something special. Maybe we are just too differant, maybe I am just annoying, maybe it is too late to fix things. I have hit my wall. I will not try anymore. I think I have noticed a pattern---once I reach my frustration limit I start to mentally pull away. I won't tell him though. Instead, I will drag this out until I can no longer bear it and don't care about losing him and then I will call it off. It is not fair for him, but I think he is doing the same. At any moment he can fight for me and I will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the score to start a faster happy beat right now. I have to make the song change myself and not wait for it to magically do it on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-4674567633068740418?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/4674567633068740418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=4674567633068740418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4674567633068740418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4674567633068740418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2008/05/score.html' title='The Score...'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-6299005801734842884</id><published>2008-03-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:08:41.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there will always be this part of me that no one will ever know. I hate that. I want someone to love me for all that I am. I love him,at least I am pretty sure that I do, but I still don't feel that we know each other very well. After four months, I still feel this wall of mine as strong, sturdy, and high as ever. I am afraid to let myself fully feel anything. He was differant at the beginning. I am afraid that he is turning into me in some ways. I can't get past his shell. He jokes and makes me laugh and smile, but I want to make sure there is more to it than that. I honestly wonder every day if he truely cares for me or if I fill a vaccancy. He hasn't given me "the look." He says that I complain-I believe him, but I know why I do it. It is because I want him to show me all of him and all that I keep getting is the surface. I don't think he has been like this with anyone else. I don't want him to be closed off because I am a wretch. I have been putting in extra effort to change my ways. We are together almost daily and still I feel that I hardly know him or that he wants to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he pulls me close to him when he sleeps. I like the little cute things that he does when I least expect them. I love the playful teasing and how he always wants me around. At this point though, I can not figure out why he would like me. He probably couldn't list two things. I am jealous and paranoid because of the past. What if I open up completely and he decides that he doesn't want me? He talks of the future and homes and children. It scares me and not in the way that I thought it would. It scares me because I don't want to want all of that. I told myself for so long that none of that was for me and I think I had myself convinced. Is it too soon for him to talk about things in "our house?" What if he gets to know me better and he realizes that this was all wrong? Then I will have decided that that sort of life is what I want and then he can take it away. I am scared of this-petrified.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he gives me the impression that he wants that ideal family so much that he would settle for me because time is running out and our children would be cute. haha. It sounds so silly when I write it out, but I'm not 100% that it is not true.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work on things on my end first. I want to become less guarded and open up and see if I can then see a differance in him. I have tried bringing it up, but he refuses to have a serious conversation if it has to do with himself. I will try my best to open him up and if it doesn't work soon I guess I will have to stress its importance to him.&lt;br /&gt;I do want to be with him. He makes me smile...a lot. I miss him when he is not next to me...like right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-6299005801734842884?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/6299005801734842884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=6299005801734842884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/6299005801734842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/6299005801734842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-there-will-always-be-this-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-3517922766449063438</id><published>2007-06-28T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:54:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sent this as a message to E...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the text so late. I'm not drunk or anything (I only had one drink about an hour and a half ago). I just really need some optimism to come back. I had to sit next to some girl and she mentioned him a few times...found out he had slept with her last night. I just really need to know what it feels like to have a good boy and be treated like you matter. One that hasn't slept with half of the blonde population of California and doesn't make up excuses not to hang out with you because he feels guilty just looking at your face. I want to be single for now, but i need to know that one day it will all be right. Donny's friend Jason was there on a date too. 2 people there to remind me of all the things I hate. I just feel so used and so stupid. I really love that I have you in my life. Looking back on the last 6 months, I would have gone comepletely insane without my friends,especially Kristen and you. I think we will just have to keep reiterrating(spelling?) to each other that it will all be ok some day. I get by knowing that everyone is dealing with something whatever it may be. Right now though, I just feel so defeated. I listen to love songs and can't relate and wonder if I ever will. Mostly, I think I hate them because they have turned me into this person that I don't want to be. I told Joey that I don't want to see John again. I told him that it has nothing to do with feelings for him, but that looking at him just makes me feel like an idiot and to not invite me out if he is with him. I just feel so stupid. I don't want to be the girl that lets boys walk all over her. That is what I have been though. I don't want to shut them all out either. I hope I figure it out. I guess I should go to sleep. Sorry for writing this depressing message. I really do appreciate you guys though. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-3517922766449063438?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/3517922766449063438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=3517922766449063438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/3517922766449063438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/3517922766449063438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-sent-this-as-message-to-e.html' title='Just sent this as a message to E...'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-7436883845881649276</id><published>2007-05-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:35:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope from yesterday</title><content type='html'>Sunday, May 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br /&gt;No matter how upbeat you are today, you still must face issues that can bring you into direct opposition with a formidable opponent. You may feel tired, for it seems like your life has become a series of powerful transformations. You aren't who you once were, nor are you the person you are still becoming. But go easy, even in the midst of conflict, for change will take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many nice boys right now-Just no interest in any of them. Whatevs. Single in Vegas 4 sho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-just like i always am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-7436883845881649276?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/7436883845881649276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=7436883845881649276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/7436883845881649276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/7436883845881649276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-horoscope-from-yesterday.html' title='my horoscope from yesterday'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-4947167652969818069</id><published>2007-04-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:29:40.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unclear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing in the dark'/><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>i am in such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rut&lt;/span&gt;. i feel so stuck. i need an outlet. right now my outlet is going out at night with friends. i love it, but it has lost some of its appeal. i want a spooning partner. i think bob d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ylan&lt;/span&gt; wrote "it's not me babe" for me-even though it was written years before i was born. it is the theme song for the boys in my life. no one will ever be enough or think that i am enough. i don't know if there are really any good ones out there. i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;petrified&lt;/span&gt; that i am right. i don't want to be right about this one.&lt;br /&gt;i know the one boy is(well was) using me, but really i knew all along and was using him too-to fill the void-to distract me from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt;. i hate that i need someone else to make me feel whole.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to ever write a good song, i think it would be like "dancing in the dark." it is just one of those songs that just makes perfect sense to me. i heard a slow cover of it once. it was so pretty and so sad. i spend too much time "worrying about my little world falling apart" or maybe how it already has.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their own delimas and i hate complaining all of the time so i guess this is a good outlet. i doubt anyone will ever actually read this. hopefully i never show it to anyone that i know. they would never get it. not that i do either.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think in the lyrics i hear. that is how i know it is a good song-when i truely relate to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;i need to settle the past...i think. i am calling him soon to talk about it i think. i don't know if it is a good idea, but i don't know how else to get over being hurt. i was so happy we weren't together, but i always thought he would be one of my best friends. how could you ever do what he did to a best friend. i really thought that i meant the world to him. i was wrong, but i need to know why he felt it necessary to keep the lie going for so long. i think i am going to call him now. i haven't talked to him in over 2 months i think. i need to do it, but i don't want to. and since i am the only one who reads this i guess i am wishing myself luck. well i think i might watch real world first. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-4947167652969818069?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/4947167652969818069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=4947167652969818069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4947167652969818069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/4947167652969818069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2007/04/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-117496852337612768</id><published>2007-03-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:08:43.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>it has been quite some time since my last post. he has ruined every new boy for me. i know that i will have a hard time fully trusting a boy or any friend completely again. i don't love him or miss him in the least-just angry that i believed all of his lies for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that i am never attracted to anyone i meet and the one boy that i am is as bad or worse than the one that took me so long to get rid of. "waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways"-that is me- i don't have any expectations or hopes for the future right now. i am trying as hard as i can to become like estella. most of the time it is working, but only because i am not attracted or interested in any of the poor little pip/finns. nice boys that could probably make me happy, but i don't know how to like them back.&lt;br /&gt;i love hanging out with boys as friends-i just don't think most of them know the concept. each of them crosses the line at some point.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to find the boy i am looking for any time soon-just want some reassurance that one day it will happen. if i find him i probably won't trust him so what is the point i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i spend half of the week going out and having fun with friends. i can't stand to be home alone on the weekends. i get lonely. i won't admit that to anyone, though i think everyone already has me figured out. i am pretty transparent.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back into the routine of going to shows. i am most content when i am at them.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost some weight. started off by accident and then i just kept it going. i have lost 2-3 pant sizes. i want to get to about 110-115.i feel a little more confident, but i have a way to go-most of this has nothing to do with the way that i look.&lt;br /&gt;i realized a bit ago that i don't get as nervous around people as i used to and hardly stutter anymore. i thank God everyday for letting me finally break free from the chains that used to tie me down. i wish i had been set free years and years ago though. i don't know if i believe that everything happens for a reason, but i hope so because i feel like such a fool for being decieved for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i like to be the life of the party, but i wish that someone knew how to entertain me for once. i hate always being the funny girl-why do i have to be so picky?&lt;br /&gt;i tried to force myself to like a boy to get over another. that didn't work and the last straw was a bad kiss-haha it was horrible. i know that noone will ever be perfect, but will anyone be perfect enough for me?&lt;br /&gt;in general i love my life though. i do need to get away for a bit. i need a more exciting job too. i want to be challenged--by my carreer and by the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be creative&lt;br /&gt;i want to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;i want to get away&lt;br /&gt;i want to be naively optimistic again&lt;br /&gt;i want to be forever young&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;i want more confidence&lt;br /&gt;i want to be inspired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-117496852337612768?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/117496852337612768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=117496852337612768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/117496852337612768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/117496852337612768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2007/03/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-116348388814023645</id><published>2006-11-13T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:58:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-116348388814023645?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/116348388814023645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=116348388814023645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116348388814023645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116348388814023645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2006/11/somebody-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-116296051912078816</id><published>2006-11-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:35:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't remember ever being as confused about myself as i am right now. for months i was filled with naive optimism-that has vanished. i have learned not to trust any new boy and  that they all have one intention despite how sincere they may appear. i have learned that i am both weaker and stonger than i had expected. i know that i will always love my first love-not sure what the future will bring. it has been a little over 2 months now-i dont know if we will ever get back together, but i know we need this time apart. we are going to see each other this weekend or next. i think we are just meeting for a meal. it will be so strange. I have been trying so hard to be his friend. he has been making it much easier. i have heard that he had met another girl-from the tone in his voice when he talks to me it is hard to tell if that is true.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so vulnerable right now&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my naive optimism will return. i miss it greatly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-116296051912078816?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/116296051912078816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=116296051912078816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116296051912078816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116296051912078816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-remember-ever-being-as-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-116295956474622830</id><published>2006-11-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:19:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>Okay, you're nice. You're a nice person, you're nice looking, you have nice friends. And you're interesting, and you're witty, and people like you. So, you ask, why haven't you found Mr. or Ms. Perfect yet? Well, silly, because it's (a) really hard to do, partly because (b) nobody's perfect. So cool down on the 1st and don't forget: You're great and you're going to find somebody great. If not now, then later. The 5th you could be in for a surprise romp in the proverbial hay. Oooh! You weren't really expecting that, were you? The 9th there could be a whole lot of romantic activity, real sudden-like. Is 'later' here sooner than you thought? The 13th and 14th things could take a turn for the sizzling -- whew! Is that Mr. or Ms. Practically-Perfect-for-All-Intents-and-Purposes ringing your doorbell? Well, it sure looks like it could be. The 19th, don't freak out if the maitre d' can't find your reservations. Remember, nobody's perfect (not even you) and this restaurant, appropriately enough, is practically perfect for all intents and purposes. The 21st and 22nd everything is so smooth and groovy you might argue that, yes, sometimes things are just, well -- perfection. The 27th and 28th, yep, you're still nice. Be a little bit go-getter to get what you want and you'll show them that nice guys and gals finish anything but last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt any of this-it would be nice though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-116295956474622830?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/116295956474622830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=116295956474622830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116295956474622830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/116295956474622830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2006/11/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-115882299640799904</id><published>2006-09-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:17:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>been three weeks. sad, but not a mess at all. I miss him, but i dont think we can turn back. i think that i will always compare everyone else to him. I wonder if i will ever be able to move on to anyone else. doesnt seem so at the moment, but i know that will eventually change. part of me still thinks we will get back together, but as of right now I haven't decided if that is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want someone that makes me laugh more than he makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be made of stone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i am on anti-depressants that dont let me fell anything-which is a good and bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that it made sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115882299640799904?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115882299640799904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had updated when everything seemed as close to perfect as i knew we would ever get.&lt;br /&gt;it only lasted a few days.&lt;br /&gt;we are over now. this time i think it will stick-because of me not him. he expected me to move there. i won't put myself through that again. if history repeats itself then i would want to shoot myself. i told him all of our flaws togethers. i thought that he was listening. he said ok, but putting aside all of those problems distance now makes for the biggest obstacle. i said i know. he kissed my forehead and left. i stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to sit home-so she said that she would take me out as good friends do-he called and thought i didnt care-i told him i wasnt getting drunk i just didn't want to be alone-he said that he would have moved here for me.  he said to fuck myself and he hates me. i said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;that was our last conversation. i really wonder if those will be our final words to each other.&lt;br /&gt;most moments i am fine. i am not a wreck like i usually would be. things are differant this time. i still love him, but we were not making each other happy. i love him.&lt;br /&gt;he never listened. i told him everything i have always wanted to say and 20 mins. later he basically shows me that he couldnt even listen to that. i wonder how fast he will move on.&lt;br /&gt;i think my heart is made of stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115739089401496185?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115739089401496185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=115739089401496185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But now we speak with ruined tongues&lt;br /&gt;And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a mumbled sentence to&lt;br /&gt;A passing acquaintance,&lt;br /&gt;But there was once you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lately I've been wishing I had one desire&lt;br /&gt;something that would make me never want another&lt;br /&gt;something that would make it so that nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;all would be clear then&lt;br /&gt;but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments&lt;br /&gt;and watch it all dissolve into a single second&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115308774468717140?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115308774468717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-115249041287094711</id><published>2006-07-09T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:16:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Scared</title><content type='html'>some days i am so far removed-i think it could end and i wouldn't blink an eye&lt;br /&gt;other days i think i would be a mess without you-i have never been this confused about us and i still dont think you have any idea- i love you and always will-i just dont know if we could be together forever-forever never used to seem like long enough&lt;br /&gt;i want to be why you wake up in the morning for-the first thing that you think about-&lt;br /&gt;its been about 6 weeks since i have seen your face&lt;br /&gt;this schedule is too hard-it and you make me sad&lt;br /&gt;you started to attempt to fix it-i think it was too late b/c i didn't want you to&lt;br /&gt;my horiscopes are starting to scare me they are so true&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens i love you and always will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115249041287094711?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115249041287094711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=115249041287094711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/115249041287094711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/115249041287094711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-scared.html' title='Too Scared'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-115206776758018027</id><published>2006-07-04T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:49:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hasn't ended yet-but it feels like it has been over for months&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is just not enough-i think i trained myself to think i didn't need much attention from him, but lately i know that is not true-but now i don't even want it- it seems that everyone, but him sees how lucky he is-i love him-but i don't love this and i don't know if we are good together any longer-i have changed so much in the past year and he has pointed it out several times-i am happy and proud of the changes i just don't know if they leave room for a relationship hanging on by the threads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone-it doesn't scare me- i don't want to lose him completely though-that does scare me-sometimes i just want to be friends b/c that is what it usually feels like we are since we never see one another and rarely speak-i am surprized those threads have not ripped yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115206776758018027?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115206776758018027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=115206776758018027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Wednesday, June 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br /&gt;You must focus on the routines of the day, although you'll be sorely tempted to jump onto the next distracting thought that runs across your mind. You are itching to escape from what is right in front of you, not that you don't like what you already have. It's just that the call of the wild is so enticing. Stay where you are for now and postpone your next adventure for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---so i guess i should listen to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115094597349260547?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115094597349260547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=115094597349260547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/115094597349260547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29686386/posts/default/115094597349260547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-usually-believe-horiscopesbut.html' title='I don&apos;t usually believe horiscopes,but this is freaky-it is EXACTLY what i have been thinking'/><author><name>Her Great Expectations</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436009034963892716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29686386.post-115087106877955434</id><published>2006-06-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:30:13.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you don't know me by now-you will never ever ever know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy music makes me feel sane-when it stops i can't breath&lt;br /&gt;my stomach aches when i am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a bad feeling about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to break free of the monotony&lt;br /&gt;i need to break free&lt;br /&gt;my best friend and worst enemy-him or me-both fill each position full-time&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and just settle&lt;br /&gt;i've got a bad feeling about this(TBS is making me sane right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i am ever capable of having a true best friend&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i could ever like anyone enough after fully figuring them out and that makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;there has to be someone out there that is a completely wonderful person-i think there is,but i am so horrible that i cant see the good in others&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know has flaws and i hate that-i do too, but i dont expect much of myself&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends and then something clicks every time and i focus on their flaws for a while-i get over them-but for a while i hate them-i hate being this person&lt;br /&gt;i got a haircut last night-i think i was hoping that it would be so differant that it would change me completely-not so much&lt;br /&gt;people tell me that i am the best drunk ever-that is because it is not me-sometimes it feels that it is more me than the sober me-people even have a name for my drunk alter-ego&lt;br /&gt;im glad i dont have an addictive personality&lt;br /&gt;it has never come easily with us-always a challenge even when its not&lt;br /&gt;someone pick me up&lt;br /&gt;carry me&lt;br /&gt;a life coach would sure come in handy&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hate myself the most i stare into the mirror-i think that i am looking for her to respond and tell me how to fix me&lt;br /&gt;i only question everything when we are apart-but that is the most common status&lt;br /&gt;some days it is perfect&lt;br /&gt;i love the perfect days more than fixing the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;there is no possible way you could love me the way you claim to&lt;br /&gt;your (in)actions prove otherwise-i used to think that you were the only one that could love me&lt;br /&gt;i know that is not true-i just think you may be the only one that could love me for this long&lt;br /&gt;maybe time is running out and you figure you could have better&lt;br /&gt;you make it hard to love you&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother questioning anything- i know we will be together years from now&lt;br /&gt;music=sanity&lt;br /&gt;so i listen to it at all possible moments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115087106877955434?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115087106877955434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29686386&amp;postID=115087106877955434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nervous-well i make me nervous&lt;br /&gt;i want to be something that i am not capable of&lt;br /&gt;content&lt;br /&gt;but the only way that i believe i can get there is to do the impossible&lt;br /&gt;i want to move to la&lt;br /&gt;i want to be in music&lt;br /&gt;not a musician-but behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;i love the culture of indie music and would love to wrap myself in it&lt;br /&gt;i have no experience and am shy at times&lt;br /&gt;i have no chance&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid of failing and so i never try to accomplish anything that challenges me&lt;br /&gt;i can't leave him either&lt;br /&gt;i know if it were the other way around he would leave me&lt;br /&gt;so why do i stay&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay at my job for a least another year or so&lt;br /&gt;but then what&lt;br /&gt;we fight a lot&lt;br /&gt;there was about a year and a half when i didn't have to wonder about us&lt;br /&gt;he was so reassuring&lt;br /&gt;and then he changed it all-he doubted us and quickly tried to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that i have ever recovered&lt;br /&gt;his doubts turned into mine&lt;br /&gt;talk of marriage and children feel like distant ideas for me, but near future reality for him&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i would marry young&lt;br /&gt;we have been together forever-it has just always seemed like the natural progression-why not now?&lt;br /&gt;these last six months after college have been great, but have really made me doubt myself and my future&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid to settle&lt;br /&gt;and i know i will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29686386-115026727410342692?l=hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hergreatexpectations.blogspot.com/feeds/115026727410342692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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