<?xml version='1.0' encoding='utf-8' ?>
<!--  If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/  -->
<rss version='2.0' xmlns:lj='http://www.livejournal.org/rss/lj/1.0/' xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' xmlns:atom10='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom'>
<channel>
  <title>Death Has Arrived</title>
  <link>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/</link>
  <description>Death Has Arrived - LiveJournal.com</description>
  <lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 05:53:03 GMT</lastBuildDate>
  <generator>LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com</generator>
  <lj:journal>deathiscold</lj:journal>
  <lj:journalid>5337255</lj:journalid>
  <lj:journaltype>personal</lj:journaltype>
  <atom10:link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/' />
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/1053.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 05:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My worthless life...</title>
  <link>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/1053.html</link>
  <description>I hate myself so much right now. Nothing in my life is going good. I&apos;m getting more depressed every night, and nothing is helping me. I&apos;m going to be alone for the holidays and honestly I&apos;m thinking about running away and living with some of my friends for a while. Everything in my life is going wrong, I mean my Christmas is ruined becuase I&apos;m a fucking idoit and can&apos;t do a thing right in my life. I&apos;m surprised I&apos;m still living so I must be doing something right. I hate the way I feel when I&apos;m alone, I&apos;m even scared to be alone. I don&apos;t trust myself anymore. I put myself down so much, I take in so much shit and let it build in me. I have many different and scary dreams and thoughts while I think and sleep. I mean my mom is totally against me with my whole college major, I mean I don&apos;t want to do fucking business or mechanic. But my mom keeps saying you should do this becuase you could run your own store like steph  you could even run your own company. I DON&quot;T WANT TO FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cry to myself every night so hard that I can&apos;t breathe, I don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong I just need to go away, so that&apos;s why i&apos;m going to go spend some nights with some of my friends, I&apos;m not turning on my phone and I&apos;m not telling anyone. I just want to die already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
  <comments>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/1053.html</comments>
  <lj:music>FUCK OFF</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">FUCK OFF</media:title>
  <lj:mood>depressed</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>1</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/915.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 03:53:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Death is very cold...</title>
  <link>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/915.html</link>
  <description>To pretend no one can find&lt;br /&gt;The fallacies of morning rose&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes&lt;br /&gt;Curtises that I despise in me&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride, take a shot now&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true...Not like you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the blind belief&lt;br /&gt;That fantasies of sinful screens&lt;br /&gt;Bear the facts, assume the dye&lt;br /&gt;End the vows no need to lie, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride, take a shot now&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody loves me,&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s true...&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who oo am I, what and why&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Ohh these sour times&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody loves me,&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s true...&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After time the bitter taste&lt;br /&gt;Of innocence decent or race&lt;br /&gt;Scattered seeds, buried lives&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries of our disguise revolve&lt;br /&gt;Circumstance will decide ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true...&lt;br /&gt;Not like you...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves.. me&lt;br /&gt;Its true...&lt;br /&gt;Not, like, you.. do</description>
  <comments>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/915.html</comments>
  <lj:music>Portishead-Sour Times</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Portishead-Sour Times</media:title>
  <lj:mood>depressed</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/528.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 03:54:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So I&apos;m driving in my car, and i start crying cuz of this song...</title>
  <link>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/528.html</link>
  <description>We both lie silently still &lt;br /&gt;in the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Although we both lie close together&lt;br /&gt;We feel miles apart inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or something I did&lt;br /&gt;Did my words not come out right&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that&apos;s why they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to her favorite song &lt;br /&gt;playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and &lt;br /&gt;easy go&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder does he know&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever felt like this&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you&apos;d be here right now &lt;br /&gt;If I could have let you know somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it&apos;s been a while now&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals&lt;br /&gt;but the scar, that scar remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have saved a love that night&lt;br /&gt;If I&apos;d known what to say&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin&apos; love&lt;br /&gt;We both made our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I hear you found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;and that I never meant that much to you&lt;br /&gt;To hear that tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;And to see you cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is so true right now, I cried so hard I had to pull over. :-(</description>
  <comments>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/528.html</comments>
  <lj:music>Poison-Every Rose Has Its Thorns</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Poison-Every Rose Has Its Thorns</media:title>
  <lj:mood>sad</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
<item>
  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/294.html</guid>
  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 02:27:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life is gone as we know it...</title>
  <link>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/294.html</link>
  <description>Well like always I read cheryls journal and i keep thinking that her love for me wasn&apos;t as strong as it is for brian, I mean he seems cool and must be one hell of a guy. She said she has this feeling come over her when she kisses him. I have been depressed lately and last night i had so much fun. Me and tiff hung out and we went over her cousins house and i had so much fun. I didn&apos;t get home till 7 in the morning and yes i had to work at 9. I got home and sleep for about an hour then work up and boom i have been up ever since. I loved it, for once in a long time so far i was happy. I dont&apos; know what else to say so i&apos;m going to go.  talk to you all later</description>
  <comments>http://deathiscold.livejournal.com/294.html</comments>
  <lj:music>Slipknot-Shut The Fuck Up</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Slipknot-Shut The Fuck Up</media:title>
  <lj:mood>depressed</lj:mood>
  <lj:security>public</lj:security>
  <lj:reply-count>0</lj:reply-count>
</item>
</channel>
</rss>
