<?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-1459159141461823886</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:47.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The average life of a teenager</title><subtitle type='html'>I find my life pritty average... I have a family of 5 go to high school and that's about it but I have things to say I can't say to anyone else...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1459159141461823886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melz0r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06649186512684128203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViF6L_teycU/TWJKkIvFbRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h5d4XtfeduY/s220/167913_1746864587275_1108597474_31963564_662463_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1459159141461823886.post-7370368713459051465</id><published>2011-05-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:29:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More and More</title><content type='html'>So I have stopped everything with this guy I was kind of seeing. I just couldn't do it. I am just not a believer in high school relationships and I don't think I ever will be but I'm okay with that cause I only have a little bit longer in it. So life went on as usual. More school, more homework, more failing classes and not giving a shit, more of parents complaining about me not heading any where in life well... I am going somewhere with my life and they just don't know it because I refuse to tell them. If they think I'm going to fail in life then I will continue letting them think that because they do not deserve the right to know. Just like I will never tell them about my social life. I can't even remember the last time I didn't lie about going to see a guy instead I just said I was staying at a close friend of mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me onto the topic of my booty call :)&lt;br /&gt;His name is not important right now but he is perfect for me. Has troubles in relationships, prefers just being friends with&amp;nbsp;benefits.... big benefits, with no strings&amp;nbsp;attached what so ever. It's perfect.... there's just one thing... my bloody emotions seem to be fucking with me. No I don't like him more than just what we are now but it seems to be one of those things that I care about what he thinks of me and the things he says and stupid shit like that, and I can't deal with it so I'm trying to block them out but these things are actually a lot harder than you would think. Instead of just letting yourself go with it, your emotions and crap you have to push against them, I guess like pushing against a current. It's hard and as you continue doing it you get more and mpre tired and begin to&amp;nbsp;succumb&amp;nbsp;to your emotions. But I refuse to be at the mercy of my emotions and therefore I will not lose too my feelings and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1459159141461823886-7370368713459051465?l=mmmel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/feeds/7370368713459051465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1459159141461823886/posts/default/7370368713459051465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1459159141461823886/posts/default/7370368713459051465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-and-more.html' title='More and More'/><author><name>Melz0r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06649186512684128203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViF6L_teycU/TWJKkIvFbRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h5d4XtfeduY/s220/167913_1746864587275_1108597474_31963564_662463_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1459159141461823886.post-1954932001613783143</id><published>2011-02-21T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:19:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first time for everything...</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is my first time 'blogging' and I guess its just my way to get things of my chest. I have friends I can turn to but there are details I miss out because I am afraid of getting judged... so i'm just trying something new out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I my new boyfriend has something of mine that I will never be able to give anyone else in my life... he calls it my&amp;nbsp;innocents&amp;nbsp;but really its just my&amp;nbsp;virginity, and I just dont know how I feel about it. It was my idea, I just simply asked him if he had a condom and he said yes and then got one out off his ice-cream container that had his beanies in it.... and then that was it... he just went for it, not asking twice if I was sure...actually not even asking once. I mean he wasn't forceful or anything he was careful and it killed like a bitch to start with and then got better but it was nothing&amp;nbsp;amazing. I wasn't expecting anything really different and I don't regret it, but something is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;When my friend lost her virginity a couple of months she said it wasn't anything amazing that it was just something she kinda wanted to get over and done with. And the scary thing is&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;why I did it... not because I wanted to be close to him or cause I loved him (which I don't) but to just get it over and done with to. Just because I was sick of everyone going on about how far they have gone and then judging those who haven't done the same. And a part of me feels like shit because afterwards I kinda ignored my boyfriend cause deep down inside I know he really likes me and&amp;nbsp;I'm...&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;just using him in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;I really like him don't get me wrong I really do like him I just don't think I could deal with it all, having to try spend as much time as I can with him&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;since we go to different schools, knowing that when I see a really hott guy walk past that I'm tied down and there is not a chance. But I can't dump him either. I promised him I would give 'us' a chance to see where it leads us but I don't see us any where in the future just very, very far apart and also I couldn't deal with the guilt, I mean after his ex-girlfriend lost her "v's" to him she just started ignoring him and then she dumped him... so what do I do? Just wait and see where it takes us, tell him I can't any more but&amp;nbsp;deep&amp;nbsp;down inside I know the answer I just don't want to face it.&lt;br /&gt;What if it's just a waste of time... a waste of my time! but then what if it is amazing and worth it... Do I take the risk or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was awfully&amp;nbsp;depressing but I guess it just had to be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1459159141461823886-1954932001613783143?l=mmmel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/feeds/1954932001613783143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1459159141461823886/posts/default/1954932001613783143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1459159141461823886/posts/default/1954932001613783143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmel.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first time for everything...'/><author><name>Melz0r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06649186512684128203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViF6L_teycU/TWJKkIvFbRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/h5d4XtfeduY/s220/167913_1746864587275_1108597474_31963564_662463_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
