<?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-3595405</id><updated>2011-12-05T14:03:45.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><subtitle type='html'>My love life isn't exactly what you would call ''happily ever after''! I mean, come on! I'm only human!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-109090613853414164</id><published>2004-07-27T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T00:28:58.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah....going back out with zack...but i am sooo much happier than i have been in a long time. he is so sweet to me. i never thought zack wells of all people could treat a girl like a lady, but he can...wow...blows my mind. he has his moments but i mean he is only 15 and he will continue to have those moments till he is 40. lol...that's just guys. lol. but yeah. words could not explain. not right now anyways...laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-109090613853414164?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/109090613853414164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/109090613853414164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109090613853414164' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-108810732412699798</id><published>2004-06-24T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:02:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>umm...yeah...not going out with zack anymore. not going out with anyone for that matter. i don't know. i really don't want to go out with anyone right now. i'm still too hurt by what david did to me. i just don't get why he would do that. guys are so retarded. i still love him and all, but he doesn't even remotely care about me anymore. it kinda stinks. but oh well. when autumn gets back from europe, we are going on a double date with justin and one of his friends. yay! i haven't been on a date since valentines day....and that didn't go too well....let me tell ya....good lord that kid didn't talk at all...lol...but oh well...maybe i'm just not an interesting person. who knows. well this is all for now. no one reads this anyways...it's just more or less for my sanity. lol! later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-108810732412699798?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/108810732412699798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/108810732412699798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108810732412699798' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-107915497892657626</id><published>2004-03-12T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:19:26.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so i am going out with zack now. have been for a couple of weeks. i never get to see him though. it kinda sucks but what can i do? ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-107915497892657626?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/107915497892657626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/107915497892657626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107915497892657626' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-107828389743299976</id><published>2004-03-02T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:21:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck guys. they all suck. they break your heart and then act like they are fine with every thing they have lost. i want all this to go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-107828389743299976?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/107828389743299976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/107828389743299976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107828389743299976' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78988763</id><published>2002-07-15T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T16:04:31.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still feel awful. I wrote him an email and he won't talk to me now. Am I a frog or something? Gs! I mean, all Autumn has to do is walk into a place and she has guys falling all over her. Me, I can't even get a date. Maybe I am a frog. I don't care any more. Guys stink. No offense to those of you who are reading this. Just my experience. I must be destined to be an old maid or something. GB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78988763?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78988763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78988763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78988763' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78468455</id><published>2002-07-02T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T11:45:29.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been three days and I can not get over him. I really really really want to be with him, but he doesn't want to put up with the long distance thing anymore. What really gets me is that he tells me that he still loves me and calls me his angel still. I don't think I can handle that. G's. My life absolutly sucks! GB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78468455?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78468455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78468455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78468455' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78403059</id><published>2002-06-30T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T22:44:59.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this just puts the icing on the cake. I just got dumped. I still really really really like him though. I don't know what to do. My head is all messed up. I'm a cryin mess and I wish all my stupid bad luck would come to an end sometime! GB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78403059?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78403059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78403059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78403059' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78235178</id><published>2002-06-26T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T14:26:40.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel awful for standin Kevin up! I know its not my fault but I still feel really bad! I mean I told him that I was going to be there and I didn't go, and he had friends there that wanted to meet me. I feel like crap now. I am so afraid of something comming between us and I really don't want that to happen. I mean Ok I was talkin to Kimmie bout it today and she said that she thinks that we will get married! (me and Kev, not me and Kimmie!) I really hope something will happen cuz I like him so much and I know he wants the same. I mean I know Neill never wanted to get anything out of it. I know that for a fact. I was the only one that was trying to make the relationship work and that's not how it should be! It should be both working for the same goal. Not just one! And Kev and I are working to stay together...........acctually, we don't really have to work. It just comes so naturally. For some reason. I think that is the kewlest thing ever! GB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78235178?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78235178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78235178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78235178' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78182510</id><published>2002-06-25T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T11:32:34.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. We have every thing worked out and its all humphy dory (sp?). I wrote him an email askin about it and it said that he just looked over that one. Gs I am a spaz! I can not believe that I let myself get carried away like that. Well, I have been hurt by guys more often than you think so.............that may be the reason that I am so afraid to loose Kevin. Is that so bad as to worry that much though? I know he is moving here in a couple months and he will be farther away from me than he already is, but it's already to the point where I feel like I am running on empty if I don't get to talk to him for a couple of days. I love him and there is nothing any one could say or do to change that! GBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78182510?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78182510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78182510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78182510' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78144689</id><published>2002-06-24T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:39:57.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like Autumn says....................you love him, he loves you, he just has his head up his butt right now........I think that is so true! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78144689?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78144689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78144689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78144689' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595405.post-78144442</id><published>2002-06-24T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:44:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK y'all. My love life.......well........it sucks...to say the least. My last b/f broke up with me after 1 yr and 10 months (exactly) and then proceded to tell my friends that he fooled himself into liking me and that the only reason he went out with me was to get stuff out of me. I mean like sexual stuff. But he didn't seem to understand that I AM NOT LIKE  THAT! Gs! That gives new meaning to thinkin with the wrong head all the time. He still does it too. Right after he broke up with me he asked one of my friends out and then proceded to make out with her right in front of me! What a jerk! But the guy I have now.......well............he is alot better than that. It's just that I checked out his profile and it says that he is single and that I am just one of his friends. Stink. Like major stink. I like this guy so much and he goes and does this to me. I don't get it. What did I do? I mean all I ever did was like him, maybe even love him! (I love Shrek!) But I am serious! I seriously love him. I know I said that bout the last guy I went out with,but I learned from my mistakes last time. What do you think? GBU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595405-78144442?l=happilyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78144442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3595405/posts/default/78144442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happilyeverafter.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78144442' title=''/><author><name>Kayleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532763717396437899</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></entry></feed>
