<?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-2949403389649457154</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:30:50.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Shattered Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318781815823183263</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949403389649457154.post-1088810769242060648</id><published>2009-10-14T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:22:59.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An obsession..</title><content type='html'>What exactly can you do when you're obsessed with something... or rather, someone.&lt;br /&gt;I find I get addicted and obsessed with things quite easily, and that seems to transcend to people too. It's hard spending every waking moment thinking about someone. It's probably not a very healthy thing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it. Every little thing that I see or do reminds me of her. The thought of her is eating me alive. I'd like to tell her how I feel... but I can't. That inability is eating away my very soul, making everything a sad and horrible mess. Nothing is as pleasant as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day she'll know how she makes me feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949403389649457154-1088810769242060648?l=mend-this-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1088810769242060648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1088810769242060648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1088810769242060648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsession.html' title='An obsession..'/><author><name>A Shattered Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318781815823183263</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-2949403389649457154.post-4979948314490167593</id><published>2009-10-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:01:25.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you meet someone...</title><content type='html'>Life becomes interesting when you meet someone who makes your heart fly. Someone who makes everything better, or worse, in just an instant. You view the world in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Paramore fan, the song "My Heart" spoke to me. I love the line "This heart, it beats, beats for only you. My heart is yours."&lt;br /&gt;If the world could feel how I feel when I see you smile, the world would be a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949403389649457154-4979948314490167593?l=mend-this-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4979948314490167593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-meet-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/4979948314490167593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/4979948314490167593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-meet-someone.html' title='When you meet someone...'/><author><name>A Shattered Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318781815823183263</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-2949403389649457154.post-1790533493046967428</id><published>2009-10-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:07:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten.</title><content type='html'>So I've completely forgotten about this blog that I created a while back. I've managed to find it whilst looking through some blogspots in my history. Apparently the last post by me was in May, which was 5 months ago. Time really does fly.&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather interesting. The hours just aren't as long as they used to be. It's as if my life is accelerating day by day. What is the meaning of life? What is our purpose here?&lt;br /&gt;It also makes you wonder what happens after life itself. Is there a heaven and hell? Reincarnation? Maybe this is all like The Matrix, where this is all a dream. Reality is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short I figured. Too short to dwell on the simple meaningless issues that bug us. If there's anything that we want, we should just go for it. Ah but it is easier said than done sadly... Such a life philosophy is a good one though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949403389649457154-1790533493046967428?l=mend-this-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1790533493046967428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1790533493046967428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1790533493046967428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten.'/><author><name>A Shattered Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318781815823183263</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-2949403389649457154.post-1279862606264764838</id><published>2009-05-23T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:48:54.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright so I've made one....</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I've made a blog. I have yet to decide what to do with it nor have I decided that I'll continue... not to mention I have no idea who the intended audience will be. Who CAN read this anyways? Guess I'll find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a valid excuse to procrastinate though. Everyone has their excuses I guess. Some people go out, some people go onto facebook, some people just find random activities to do. I'll blog. The typing on the keyboard makes it seem as if I'm working. It makes me look as if I'm concentrating too. I look productive :D at least until the point someone manages to sneak up behind me faster than I can change the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2949403389649457154-1279862606264764838?l=mend-this-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1279862606264764838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-so-ive-made-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1279862606264764838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2949403389649457154/posts/default/1279862606264764838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mend-this-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-so-ive-made-one.html' title='Alright so I&apos;ve made one....'/><author><name>A Shattered Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318781815823183263</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></feed>
