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  <title>thoughts turned words.</title>
  <subtitle>Leanne Hope</subtitle>
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    <name>Leanne Hope</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-25T17:50:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:80112</id>
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    <title>Tore through me like a hurricane.</title>
    <published>2009-03-25T17:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-25T17:50:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So just as suddenly as it started, my relationship with Kyle came to a devastating end. I&amp;nbsp;didn't see it coming, and it has really torn me apart. I hate whining to people about relationship bullshit so I&amp;nbsp;figure if I&amp;nbsp;get it all out on here I&amp;nbsp;can start to move on. Maybe try to organize my thoughts, figure out what might have gone wrong. Ugh, who knows. There was no &amp;quot;you did something wrong&amp;quot;, there was no big fight, just an &amp;quot;I can't have a girlfriend anymore&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;At this point I've come to terms with the &amp;quot;break up&amp;quot; part of things. It's the loss of the attention and affection that's killing me. I&amp;nbsp;sit across the table from him and it takes ever ounce of strength not to reach for his hand or to take the seat next to him just so&amp;nbsp;I can be close&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;to kiss him if I&amp;nbsp;want. &amp;nbsp;It's just so hard to constantly be around him and pretend that I'm ok with him not wanting to be with me anymore. When it comes down to it, I&amp;nbsp;really am just completely heartbroken. Just a month earlier we had said &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot;. It just doesn't make sense, and it's really just so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by his body language and his actions that there is no turning back for him. There wont be a getting back together any time soon. It hurts. It really really does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sit here and pretend to be ok anymore so that people dont have to listen to it. I'm not ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't think you can die from a broken heart.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:79643</id>
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    <title>Smi-smi-smittennn</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T14:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T14:30:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>F.O.W.- Valley Winter Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Absolutely head-over-heels.&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 3 months, and we've known each other for years,&lt;br /&gt;But I still get as excited now to see his face as I did way back when.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I love it. I love it. :) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've started a new job. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;still have my old one, but this is just a suppliment to that.&lt;br /&gt;It is one step closer towards my career goal, and it something that I'm supposed to love doing BUT I&amp;nbsp;don't.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;fucking hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate retail.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate sales.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate standing on my feet for fucking 9 hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;wan't to do peoples makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to make them feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to want to have me as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't want to be a salesman and force product they don't need on them just to make a fucking quota.&lt;br /&gt;NO&amp;nbsp;THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great company (Emani Minerals), and I&amp;nbsp;love love love their product. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm just not cut out for retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I&amp;nbsp;am completely and utterly distracted by how fantastic that boy is. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:79459</id>
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    <title>Totally dropped the ball.</title>
    <published>2008-10-28T13:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-28T13:11:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I&amp;nbsp;fucked up at work pretty royally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really embarrassed, and it wasn't even really an accident. &lt;br /&gt;It was just me being an idiot, and not doing what I&amp;nbsp;was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to send out 3 appointments, so they never got handled.&lt;br /&gt;Not 1- but 3. 3 fucking appointments.&lt;br /&gt;So then, on top of that. I&amp;nbsp;forgot I&amp;nbsp;was supposed to be in early today.&lt;br /&gt;But there was an immence amount of traffic on 95 so not only was I&amp;nbsp;not on time, I was late.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo instead of being in early, I was late. Like, half an hour later than my normal time.&lt;br /&gt;So I&amp;nbsp;get in. Trying to explain why I&amp;nbsp;was what I thought was a half hour late, when my boss says in a very quiet voice... &amp;quot;did you forget you were supposed to come in early today to cover me?&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;So for a whole hour today there was no one here. Because I totally&amp;nbsp;dropped the fucking ball.&lt;br /&gt;I'm mortified.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:79336</id>
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    <title>I can smell it in the air.</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T12:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T12:19:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jason Mraz- I'm yours</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whether we want to admit it or not, folks...&amp;nbsp;winter is sneaking upon us. You know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAY&amp;nbsp;PARTIESSS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicka Chicka Yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love love love this season. The food, the atmosphere, everything. I&amp;nbsp;love it, I&amp;nbsp;love it, I&amp;nbsp;love it.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New years. It's like one fantastic event after the other. &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that this kind of weather makes anyone feel great. Fresh and Refreshed, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I find myself taking the back roads home every day just to see the colors and feel the breeze. &lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that my ride home is the absolute most relaxing time of the day. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe, but it puts a smile on my face, without fail every single time.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;feel great. And I can't stop smiling. I &amp;lt;3 this Season! : )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:79032</id>
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    <title>It's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved.</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T12:52:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T12:52:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A whole bunch of Say Anything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I concentrate on doing other thingggs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; being smitten. It's been a while. &lt;br /&gt;It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;No, it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;: ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:78684</id>
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    <title>Let out a scream, and release the pressure.</title>
    <published>2008-10-14T20:59:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-14T20:59:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;can't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am just so angry. Words can not even explain the emotions that I&amp;nbsp;am experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt. Scared. &lt;strike&gt;Angry&lt;/strike&gt; Furious. Torn. Full of rage. But none of these things quite&amp;nbsp;fit. It's something more, something different. Unless you have been through an experience like I&amp;nbsp;have, you will never understand. &lt;br /&gt;I am so hurt for my father. I&amp;nbsp;see his face and I&amp;nbsp;want to cry. He doesn't deserve any of this. No one does.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing just makes me ill.&lt;br /&gt;There is a pit in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;When someone says her name it feels like a kick in my gut and I see red.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;cry, but then realize I'm not crying out of sadness, it is out of rage and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a genuine urge to wish harm on another person, but the feelings I have right now go beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to ruin the life of another?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to tear apart a family over lies.&lt;br /&gt;That's what they are, LIES.&lt;br /&gt;You CUNT. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;spit your name out like some kind of disease. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you for making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you for making my father feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you for everything you've ever lied about.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for manipulating my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making yourself into the person you are now. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate you. &lt;br /&gt;You can't live with this forever. The truth will surface, and when it does I&amp;nbsp;hope you enjoy the life of isolation and disgrace you have created for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry not because I&amp;nbsp;am sad, but because I&amp;nbsp;don't know what else to do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:78512</id>
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    <title>Learning to deal.</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T17:03:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T17:03:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jedi Mind Tricks- Razorblade Salvation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So life has changed. A lot. I&amp;nbsp;don't even know where to begin. So many things have&amp;nbsp;shaped me&amp;nbsp;over the past two years.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;accomplished so much, and grew into a distinguished adult, but have also had to deal with some serious heart-ache. There have been some set-backs recently, but they are things I am learning to deal with. I'm not going to use livejournal as a place to bitch and moan like I&amp;nbsp;used to, but more of a place to organise my thoughts. I need to organize my mind somehow, and I&amp;nbsp;figured what better way to start?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:78137</id>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-08-06T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T00:25:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T00:25:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been awhile, eh?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:78019</id>
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    <title>Yesss</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T15:03:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T15:03:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kouis Wallice is a joke. HAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAMEROOOONNN"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:77736</id>
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    <title>Sweet.</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T13:04:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T13:04:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Louis Wallice singing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">3 out of my five classes of the day involve me sitting on a computer, fucking around on websites. It's pretty phat. Haha. WOOW</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:77501</id>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-02-05T18:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T23:52:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T23:52:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wanna give me $10,000? That'd be pretty sweet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:77075</id>
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    <title>Hmmn..</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T00:12:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T00:12:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tim McGraw- just to see you smile</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like there arn't enough days in the week. Oh, and my boobs are progressively getting smaller and it's pissing me off. Ha. Whatev. I work at west marine. It's kinda boring but not at the same time. Basically I'm just bored and I had nothing better to do than write this entry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:77027</id>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-01-31T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-01T03:36:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-01T03:36:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I stole my prom dress today. I think that officially makes me a scumbag. Hahaha.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:76698</id>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-01-31T10:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T15:05:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T15:05:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw Anthony yesterday for the first time in I think something like over a year. I walked right by and barely recognized him. It's amazing how much people can change in such a short period of time. I fuckin' miss that boy.</content>
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    <title>I don't understand.</title>
    <published>2006-01-26T00:38:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-26T00:38:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I guess kharma really does come back to haunt you. Not only did I have to go through this once, but it's back full force, and I have to go through this fucking painfull experience once again. More hospitals, more invasive exams, more IV's, more heartache, and so much more shame. I didn't do anything to deserve this a second time. The first time, yeah, I made a mistake. I deserved what I got. But now, I just dont understand. I guess I'll be paying for this for the rest of my life. And let me tell you, I'm fucking scared to death. I learned my lesson. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, wait. I'm bitching again. My bad.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:76101</id>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-01-24T20:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-25T01:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-25T01:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've decided to become more in touch with my spirituality. I was at one point, and I think that it's time to reconnect. I need this.</content>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-01-23T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T04:17:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T04:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bitch, bitch, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes, right?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:75560</id>
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    <title>I hate this.</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T19:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T19:00:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Um, I know it's only january but I'm scared that I wont have a prom date. Actually, I'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know how people really feel about me due to anonymous comments on my journal. Love that.</content>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2006-01-19T14:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T19:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T19:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I fell for it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Loves it. NOT.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:75246</id>
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    <title>God was there. I could feel him.</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T20:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T20:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I was with some friends. We decided to go for a ride. We took two cars. Then 10 minutes after I told my friends not to ride in my car, the car they were in smashed into a tree. Two people's faces got really badly cut up, and two other people were hurt. I then had to drive my bleeding, drunken, hysterical friends to the emergency room. I had never felt so bad in my life. I knew better too. I knew that they should have came with me... but I told them not to. Lets just say that last night wasa total disaster. Not only that but the kid who was driving got arrested. I feel awfull about the whole thing. Ughhh. What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a pen exploded in my mouth during english class too. That was wicked fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart___beat:74771</id>
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    <title>OH GOD, MY FACE HURTS</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T23:23:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T23:23:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my wisdom teeth out on wednesday and my face is still the size of a fucking basketball. The only difference now is that my face is green with bruising as well. Awesome. I love it.</content>
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    <title>Happy holidays</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T17:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T17:55:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Basically, I went to the mall at least 4 times within the past 2 weeks. I probably left with over $3,000 worth of merchandice in my car. I'm a criminal.</content>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2005-12-16T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T21:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T21:10:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My old friend by tim mcgraw</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate how I have no self respect. Basically, I've turned into a person that if I were anyone else I would never in a million years expect myself to associate with. As confusing as that may sound it's how I view my life. In other words, I see myself as a complete dissapointment, a joke, an embarassment, a fake, a hypocrite, should I go on? I'm so disgusted with myself it's rediculous. I have more friends now than I've had in years, but is that just because of all the fronts I've been putting on? It's like everything is a drunken act with me. I don't even know how I got to this place in my life. Everything that I once stood so strongly for is now nonexistant to me. It's like I just let go. Gave up on everything. I guess I'm just trying to come to grips with the fact that I really am unsatisfied with my life, but I don't have the balls, the guts, the motivation, whatever word you want to use, to do something about it..</content>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2005-12-14T08:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T13:48:22Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Dixie chicks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My school caught on fire because of a propaine leak... Sweet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will spend the day taking jello shots and passing out on the floor. THis should be interesting.</content>
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    <title>heart___beat @ 2005-12-08T13:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T18:50:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I will probably never write in this stupid thing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a $170 speeding ticket. Saugus police can lick my clam.</content>
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