<?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-38575057</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:28.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdhdhdh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38575057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdhdhdh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>putthegunzaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991245876539464299</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38575057.post-116858744353208208</id><published>2007-01-11T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:37:23.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward silence.</title><content type='html'>At times I feel underestimated. But I wonder if it's because I make it that way therefore making it okay for people to put me down and such. Im not going to lie I think very low of myself, but aren't your friends suppose to lift you up instead of anchoring you down? I can't help but bite my lower lip in frustration and sadness when my friends and sister make remarks on how stupid I am or " totally not your movie." I hate how everyone just assumes im this little girl still who knows nothing about the world and revolves around cartoons and shopping. Not gonna lie, I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I hate all the bull shit that everyone gives me for my lack of ambition and drive. I guess I keep this hard ass shell outside of me, who likes to pretend that I don't give a rats ass about school, but deep inside it nearly kills me when I get a bad grade on a test or whatever. I hate being let down, so I guess the reason why I like to pretend I don't care about school is so that in case I do get a bad grade, I can just pretend that it doesn't phase me and I don't care. It's kind of difficult to understand, but whatevs I get myself, and  truthfully I think im really the only person that really gets me. I think nobody in this world will truly understand who I am . Im still searching for the type of person that I am and still trying to figure me out, but isn't this why were on earth? To figure out who we are and what we want to make of ourselves. At times I wish I was able to be more open with my opinions and such, but im so self-concious and afraid of what others might think that makes me speechless. Im living each day trying to make sense of why im here and trying to figure out who I am. Im working on trying to make a difference in the world, even if its just through one person. I want to make someones day, I want to become a better human being. I just want to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38575057-116858744353208208?l=hdhdhdh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hdhdhdh.blogspot.com/feeds/116858744353208208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38575057&amp;postID=116858744353208208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38575057/posts/default/116858744353208208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38575057/posts/default/116858744353208208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hdhdhdh.blogspot.com/2007/01/awkward-silence.html' title='awkward silence.'/><author><name>putthegunzaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991245876539464299</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>
