<?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-3825536</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:24.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InMyHead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-94618092</id><published>2003-05-19T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:03:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrr, guys make me sick, how the hell can you go around telling someone you love them for 2 years, then for no reason, break up with them, obviously love is  just a four letter word to you and nothing more.And to tell someone you want to marry them....... hello are you all mentally imbalanced or what?????You don't profess to the world that you love someone and want to spend your life with them, and then just up and walk at the drop of a dime... especially for some bitch that you end up dumping 2 weeks later cause you realize she's an airhead. &lt;br /&gt;Well i  guess in a way it was my fault, i'm the stupid one who bought the pet, the clothes, the food, paid the bills, worked 7 days a week, to get us a house. And tried real hard to make sure he was happy. WHAT THE FUCK.... was I thinking????&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, don't give him shit!!!!! Treat them like dirt cause that's what they want. If they see something they like, don't even hear it. Tell him to get a job and get it themselves.Guys don't think i'm completely trippin on you all, cause i'm not. The fact of the matter is, most of us good women in the world, will give guys the world on a silver platter cause we feel and believe you deserve it. But when someone completely bombs your entire world, for no reason, it's time to step back and analyze the whole picture.Besides, would you really respect and love a woman that did everything for you, or would you treat her like her name was MOMMY?????? That's where i went wrong, i thought by doing all those things, because he'd asked me to, or because i felt it was the right thing to do, everything was destoyed when i told him to stand on his own two feet  for a change.&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/3825536-94618092?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/94618092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/94618092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94618092' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-88216814</id><published>2003-01-29T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T10:03:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Can someone please explain to me what the fuck is wrong with me&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked forever, We finally met,&lt;br /&gt;He was dream. A dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;For once there were no snickers,&lt;br /&gt;No, "you can do better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the entire time&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even say what i needed to say.&lt;br /&gt;I like you  so much, &lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the words wouldn't come,&lt;br /&gt;So i found another way.&lt;br /&gt;And though it pleased me with what i decided,&lt;br /&gt;The sound in his voice, &lt;br /&gt;Let me know to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i waited a little too long, maybe I wanted just a little too much. &lt;br /&gt;But that's ok, i'll live another day. &lt;br /&gt;There will be others just like him, and i'll feel the same. &lt;br /&gt;And just as in the past, we'll all walk , and go our own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825536-88216814?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/88216814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/88216814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88216814' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-84921078</id><published>2002-11-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T05:02:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POEM&lt;br /&gt;by: Originnalsinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the words&lt;br /&gt;To explain  how i feel&lt;br /&gt;So whenever they ask&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say what i want them to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know &lt;br /&gt;Just how much it truely hurt&lt;br /&gt;How much i really wanted you&lt;br /&gt;Or how much i had learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision i had made&lt;br /&gt;And follow through i intended&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Or so everyone suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they all say&lt;br /&gt;Their efforts to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll be crying forever&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaking all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one,&lt;br /&gt;The only difference to me&lt;br /&gt;And your precious face&lt;br /&gt;Is one i'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget how happy i was&lt;br /&gt;to see the result that day&lt;br /&gt;I could only cry&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest moment of my life&lt;br /&gt;Became saddest all too soon&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever be the same again&lt;br /&gt;All because , i lost you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825536-84921078?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/84921078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/84921078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84921078' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-82388106</id><published>2002-10-01T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T16:28:53.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;PEOM&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Eddierisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion is a fundamental state of mind... &lt;br /&gt;and insanity is a full time job in a world that is always changing, insanity will make you strong if you believe in sanity... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and impressions are a fundamental state of being, it doesn't really matter how your day turns out, some how in the end it's a state of doubt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't be a henchman and stand by your own convictions. Praise the good of other men for the good of mans sake, and when everyone else follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be) thats when the entire world SHALL LIVE IN HARMONY....&lt;br /&gt;&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/3825536-82388106?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82388106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82388106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82388106' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-82387772</id><published>2002-10-01T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T16:19:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Originalsinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain, the way you feel inside, when you don't understand it? How is it possible to miss some one you've never met? Why does one long for their kiss their caress, when you don't know if they even exist? Is this a life's mystery, or is it a dream. if i go to sleep, will i wake with in another dream or will i truely awake? Am i awake at this moment or is it all a dream? Knowing that when something seems so right it's usually always wrong, then does feeling as though this is wrong, make it right? I can ask a million different people the same question, and recieve a million different answers, and no matter what i think or feel, i will always have another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825536-82387772?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82387772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82387772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82387772' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825536.post-82357359</id><published>2002-10-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T02:47:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've got me so damn confused, you say one thing and then take it back. But then you turn right around and do it anyway. Make up your mind already, do you  or don't you want the offer.......... The question is yours to answer. If you don't then say so, and i'll move on, but don't keep me here as you play with options in your mind. It isn't fair, and it's driving me insane. You say you want someone to be there, then why do you push me away. You say you want me here, then you just walk away. And when i tell you i miss you, i listen to dead air on your end. i can't hold you here if you wish to leave. It's only 2 words, that aren't even hard to say. GOOD BYE.............. and then walk away. Sorry, if it seems harsh, but i can only be me. I can't bring her back, and i can't pretend to be someone i'm not. We've all got our issues, our skeletons, our shadows......... deal with what you must, and in the end, you'll get your answer. It was fun, you made me smile, you made me laugh, but you make me cry. I told you before , i don't like to hurt, and all too soon, you served that instead of desert. Maybe someday, things will be different. But until then, so long..............Huggz and Kissez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825536-82357359?l=withinmyenigma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82357359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825536/posts/default/82357359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withinmyenigma.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82357359' title=''/><author><name>sinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110073323043451532</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></entry></feed>
