<?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-5415664894502583946</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:01:06.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter Of Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to be artistic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415664894502583946.post-4284900387304117604</id><published>2010-01-05T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:38:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My New Years Resolution&lt;/span&gt;: to be one of those people who doesn't need a New Years resolution to make themselves feel like they're "self-improving".&lt;div 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Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-578404788446743243</id><published>2010-01-05T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:28:26.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything about you points me in the opposite direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to turn around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-578404788446743243?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/578404788446743243/comments/default' 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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-5415664894502583946.post-1390644231373486035</id><published>2009-10-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:37:39.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all the happy people?</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to hate this city with all the heart I possess in me.&lt;br /&gt;Night after night the train thunders through and all I can do is stare after it longingly from the corporate jail cell I call my job.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell myself that living this way is justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-1390644231373486035?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and get over it!"&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-3737058502068914433?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3737058502068914433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=3737058502068914433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/3737058502068914433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/3737058502068914433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick-of-always-being-backbone.html' title=''/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-6752099096557154795</id><published>2009-04-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:31:18.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update:</title><content type='html'>I don't wish I were dead anymore, just asleep for a loooooong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-6752099096557154795?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6752099096557154795/comments/default' 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eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It just didn't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so accustomed to looking worn out that I don't know what it's like to look awake and alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that someday this would change.&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I feel that I will always look just as I do now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to accept that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-5101607983685249911?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5101607983685249911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=5101607983685249911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/5101607983685249911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/5101607983685249911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-not-me.html' title='Just Not Me'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-8581901583395217105</id><published>2009-02-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:34:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I'm failing, I feel like I'm falling.</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I've been really bummed.&lt;br /&gt;And if you were to ask my why I'm bummed, I would probably tell you that I'm perfectly fine, because even I wouldn't know that I'm bummed.&lt;br /&gt;I would think everything's fine and that I'm just being a little extra quiet today.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Until Heather questioned and prodded and I exploded a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling like I'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm making multiple attempts to get back on track and I'm always fucking them up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping and occasionally I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, failing is part of life. It's a healthy part of life.&lt;br /&gt;And there are many times that I've failed at something and in the end I was glad that I did because of what I learned from that.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I'm making the same mistake over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm tackling the same thing ever day and I'm always messing up and never learning.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW what I'm doing wrong, I KNOW how I can fix it, and yet there I am every day.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping and falling, running and stopping.&lt;br /&gt;My willpower is suffering, and every time I mess up, it suffers a little more.&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious cycle that I'm having a hard time overcoming and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been good at this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm self-aware, I know when shit is fucked up and I know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been good at self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked me what I was going to do once I was out of school.&lt;br /&gt;What I was aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to do, and if school was going to get me there.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately started crying.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example of how I can sometimes convince myself that everything is okay and that I have everything on track, when clearly, once presented with reality and no where to run, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I have never known what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;I wing it.&lt;br /&gt;You hear that everyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WING IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no plan. There is no schedule. There is no organization.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to plan or do all of those things.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been reckless and I don't know how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm proud of that, and then sometimes I wonder why I can't just be normal.&lt;br /&gt;Or abnormal, depending on whether organization is an abnormality or not.&lt;br /&gt;This could be my best trait.&lt;br /&gt;This could also be my biggest flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I can do to help myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need help.&lt;br /&gt;But how does one go about asking for help for a matter like this?&lt;br /&gt;The only person that can help me, is me.&lt;br /&gt;It's always been like that, and it will remain like that.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that means that this post is just a rant, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find my way again.&lt;br /&gt;And then again, maybe I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll remain lost and scared for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't know if I would even be myself at all if I wasn't always lost and scared and unsure of where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;And despite all my faults and failures... I like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-8581901583395217105?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8581901583395217105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=8581901583395217105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/8581901583395217105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/8581901583395217105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-im-failing-i-feel-like-im.html' title='I feel like I&apos;m failing, I feel like I&apos;m falling.'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-2514224788802042199</id><published>2009-01-27T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:56:07.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I had a plan...</title><content type='html'>Something I felt I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;Something I felt needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I pride myself on my ability to see the truth, to see reality.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that this was a reality that couldn't be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;But then, at that moment of truth, something changed.&lt;br /&gt;And minds and hearts were opened up further than they'd ever been opened.&lt;br /&gt;And words were spoken easier and more comfortably than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Hands were held, kisses were given, and even a change of heart was had.&lt;br /&gt;I set out to do something today, and I completely and utterly... failed.&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling like I was lying to the world and to myself.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm just a little too careful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a little too stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Hold that thought, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that I'm a little too stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;But where to go now?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my task isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it still has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you see my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;But my head doesn't want to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-2514224788802042199?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2514224788802042199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=2514224788802042199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/2514224788802042199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/2514224788802042199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-had-plan.html' title='Today I had a plan...'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-1562612389999120076</id><published>2009-01-01T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:17:24.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2009!</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of yet another year.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas rush is coming to an end and everything is about to get very quiet as people gear down to get ready for the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my New Years at Victoria Park in London with some good friends this year, and I must say, I had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;Jagermeister, Red Bull and no pants parties seem to bring a good, fun crowd, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to find myself a New Years kiss, and then I managed to drunkenly ask said person to be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Which is really not at all bad considering he said yes and considering that I don't regret it, since I do happen to like him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;So far, the first 23 hours of the new year have been good ones and I hope the good hours are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every new year people always ask each other the question, "What is your New Years resolution?", and upon being asked this I decided that I am not going to have one.&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it is, why do we have to have a "New Years resolution"?&lt;br /&gt;Why should the new year be your only excuse to change or fix something that you had all of the previous year to change or fix?&lt;br /&gt;This year, for me, is the year of "doing".&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get out there and do. Stop talking about it and just do.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try, going to give my best effort.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that this is the year that I will not fail but we all know that failure is a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to try and I am going to fail but I am not going to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is going to be a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like you, whoever you are, should try your best to make it a good one for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-1562612389999120076?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1562612389999120076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=1562612389999120076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/1562612389999120076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/1562612389999120076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-2009.html' title='Welcome to 2009!'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-9149867993038651709</id><published>2008-12-24T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:25:18.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always loved Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since I was a little girl and baked Santa cookies and stayed up all night because the excitement wouldn't let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, even after I've grown out of the childhood excitement and Santa is just a mere myth, I still love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;It's a time to love and share and appreciate what you have and what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;This year there's not a lot of presents under the tree, and there's a slight gloom in the air, but as it's the first Christmas since I've moved away from home, the only thing I care about is that I am here with my family and that they are all safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents or possessions. I am here to spend the holidays with the people whom I love most.&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Holidays to all! I hope you can all appreciate them the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLJj4uEf0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qDpcZ-8Dhqk/s1600-h/XmasTree%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLJj4uEf0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qDpcZ-8Dhqk/s400/XmasTree%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283506931217235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLZQXNR-zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m1dMLGVBImw/s1600-h/xmasBall%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLZQXNR-zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m1dMLGVBImw/s400/xmasBall%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283524187989867314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLaDuTAU7I/AAAAAAAAACE/NJAA85t7Fik/s1600-h/wooo%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLaDuTAU7I/AAAAAAAAACE/NJAA85t7Fik/s400/wooo%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283525070361220018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-9149867993038651709?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9149867993038651709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=9149867993038651709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/9149867993038651709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/9149867993038651709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SVLJj4uEf0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qDpcZ-8Dhqk/s72-c/XmasTree%28blog%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415664894502583946.post-7412060408173354148</id><published>2008-12-18T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:49:59.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUsLuBfzFVI/AAAAAAAAABs/pvouZPwqPOk/s1600-h/NoEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUsLuBfzFVI/AAAAAAAAABs/pvouZPwqPOk/s400/NoEyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281327873325733202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll never see what I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-7412060408173354148?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7412060408173354148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=7412060408173354148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/7412060408173354148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/7412060408173354148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/youll-never-see-what-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUsLuBfzFVI/AAAAAAAAABs/pvouZPwqPOk/s72-c/NoEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415664894502583946.post-501533797255430188</id><published>2008-12-16T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:54:56.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUds0wclsSI/AAAAAAAAABk/3dm4FiOnj-M/s1600-h/CreepySmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUds0wclsSI/AAAAAAAAABk/3dm4FiOnj-M/s400/CreepySmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280308741729005858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUdsW0KVh4I/AAAAAAAAABc/9dtn2cVgNjw/s1600-h/WeirdSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUdsW0KVh4I/AAAAAAAAABc/9dtn2cVgNjw/s400/WeirdSmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280308227330115458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A creepy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-501533797255430188?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/501533797255430188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=501533797255430188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/501533797255430188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/501533797255430188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/creepy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/SUds0wclsSI/AAAAAAAAABk/3dm4FiOnj-M/s72-c/CreepySmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415664894502583946.post-1131733703684649876</id><published>2008-12-15T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:33:16.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At first the boy didn't think twice about the messy young girl sitting on the sidewalk on his way to work. Day after day she was there, nothing but another homeless child not unlike the hundreds you see on a daily basis in the big city. Always looking lonely, always looking helpless, always he passed her by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One morning she was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she remained missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That afternoon, the next morning, and the morning after that. The mornings and afternoons came and went. And the boy found himself thinking more often of the messy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then one morning, something on the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A small note, written in black ink and smudged with dirty fingerprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next morning the boy didn't show up for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nor the next, nor the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A week later the messy girl wandered back to her place on the sidewalk. She had lost a letter from her notebook. But, in her place on the sidewalk lay, not a sheet of paper, but a messy young boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A messy young boy lay sleeping on the sidewalk where she had once lain, with a piece of paper clutched in his hand. The messy young girl took the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was her letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sick of being disposable. I just want to feel like I'm worth something. I need to know that I am capable of loving and being loved. I need to know that I am not just another forgotten soul. I need to know that you won't forget me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, sprawled across the bottom of the page in red ink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I REMEMBER YOU.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messy boy awoke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-1131733703684649876?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1131733703684649876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=1131733703684649876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/1131733703684649876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/1131733703684649876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-remember-you.html' title='I Remember You'/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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-5415664894502583946.post-5907685953110439278</id><published>2008-12-02T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:24:17.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmb8uNvII/AAAAAAAAABU/pu5SRQ69K7U/s1600-h/_MG_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmb8uNvII/AAAAAAAAABU/pu5SRQ69K7U/s400/_MG_2659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276009225062825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some photo from the drunken adventures archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmLhPIThI/AAAAAAAAABM/2ZAAkWl4Atg/s1600-h/Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmLhPIThI/AAAAAAAAABM/2ZAAkWl4Atg/s400/Change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276008942806781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To change for someone is to lie to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmCOX8PSI/AAAAAAAAABE/SpgpwaL0vdU/s1600-h/Moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What separates the shy from the bold?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-5907685953110439278?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5907685953110439278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=5907685953110439278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/5907685953110439278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/5907685953110439278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-change-for-someone-is-to-lie-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n37ZG5E_eHw/STgmb8uNvII/AAAAAAAAABU/pu5SRQ69K7U/s72-c/_MG_2659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415664894502583946.post-3534912674444121266</id><published>2008-11-19T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:58:35.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am going to start writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;With the help of a dear friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a poetry/sketch book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most amazing writer at my disposal and I think that the whole world needs to see what he can do.&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared world!&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to see true beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.tiff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415664894502583946-3534912674444121266?l=daughterofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3534912674444121266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415664894502583946&amp;postID=3534912674444121266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/3534912674444121266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415664894502583946/posts/default/3534912674444121266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-decided-that-i-am-going-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Daughter Of Nothing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710393838724870873</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>
