<?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-5406572171144090309</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:52:17.344-04:00</updated><category term='skidrow'/><category term='naivety youth foolishness hopelessness anger frustration loneliness'/><category term='snippets'/><category term='percocet'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='oppression'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='injustice'/><category term='headaches'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='the threat'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='eroticism'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='youth gone wild'/><category term='anger'/><category term='conformity'/><category term='failure'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='skid row'/><category term='maturity'/><title type='text'>blog-o-la</title><subtitle type='html'>defying description, i'll post some links instead:
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joygant"&gt;me on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
LINKS TO OTHER FRIENDS SPEAKING WITH THE SAME VOICE:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.grenme.com/"&gt;GreNME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://haikuruminations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don's  Haiku Ruminations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and the daddy of them all: &lt;a href="http://www.dysamoria.com/blog"&gt;Dysamoria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406572171144090309.post-5037234479432811578</id><published>2008-10-05T02:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:57:23.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percocet'/><title type='text'>unblogger</title><content type='html'>i just posted a comment on a friend's blog what a shitty blogger i am.  i thought i had deleted everything here, but apparently there is something left.  i wish i knew what motivates me to delete some entries and leave others in tact.  so much has happened since my last entry.  but maybe 10 years from now, the size of the gaps in my entries will seem relatively small and i will be thankful for these small glimpses of fragmented tossed fucking salad that is my mediocre life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-5037234479432811578?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5037234479432811578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=5037234479432811578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/5037234479432811578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/5037234479432811578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/unblogger.html' title='unblogger'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406572171144090309.post-9216638439440017181</id><published>2007-11-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:59:54.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You cannot be fulled loved if you are not fully known.  You can only be loved to the extent that you are known.  You can only be completely loved if you are completely known."- John Ortberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is impossible to overemphasize the need people have to be listened to, to be taken seriously, to be understood.  No one can develop freely and find a full life without feeling understood by at least one person."- Paul Tournier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-9216638439440017181?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9216638439440017181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=9216638439440017181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/9216638439440017181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/9216638439440017181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-cannot-be-fulled-loved-if-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-6041005035153027467</id><published>2007-11-24T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:27:51.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>foolishness</title><content type='html'>i once believed in a transcedant love.  i believed in soul-mates.  two people drawn together by some cosmic force, such that nothing could keep them apart.  i once believed, in the foolishness of my youth, that i had found him.  but i let him go, for reasons i won't go into now.  but for years, i tortured myself for letting go of the person i though was perfect for me.  but the older i get, the more i realize there's no such fucking things as soul mates and it was me just romanticizing a bunch of bullshit.  i finally realized that it's a good damn thing we didn't stay together anyway, because he probably would have destroyed me.  i'm too fragile.  i should just be alone.  but it's too late for that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a snippet of some romantic bullshit i wrote.  it's all crap anyway.  but when i write, as when i read, i experience an alternate reality where i can have whatever i want.  and that brings me a modicum of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a place beyond the physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond the tangible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is a love that dwells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one soul, rent in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by a force greater than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the love once bound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there' s bunch bullshit after that, but it's what i used to believe.  what a crock of shit.&lt;br /&gt;oh goody, it's time to go to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-6041005035153027467?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6041005035153027467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=6041005035153027467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/6041005035153027467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/6041005035153027467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/foolishness.html' title='foolishness'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-3881339228308653371</id><published>2007-11-24T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:15:19.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naivety youth foolishness hopelessness anger frustration loneliness'/><title type='text'>youth</title><content type='html'>youth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul not yet fettered by the burden&lt;br /&gt;of knowledge and experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naive enough to believe&lt;br /&gt;that love would last eternal&lt;br /&gt;and it would be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naive enough to believe&lt;br /&gt;that by sheer force of will&lt;br /&gt;life would be glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because i willed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naive enough to believe almost anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAIVETY IS DEAD AND I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO BELIEVE IN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-3881339228308653371?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3881339228308653371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=3881339228308653371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3881339228308653371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3881339228308653371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/youth.html' title='youth'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-3283727472982147137</id><published>2007-11-24T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:05:30.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snippets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eroticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>scribbles</title><content type='html'>i'm given to going through periods of randomly scribbling down snippets of thoughts.  some profound (i think), some banal.  i'll go for years without writing, then write like a mad person and then stop of again.  my senior year in college, my comp teacher informed me i missed my calling as  a writer.  i keep toying with the idea.  but like everything else in my life, it won't amount to anything because i lack the will and the planning skills to accomplish much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, most of the scribbles get lost so  i finally decided to buy a journal and keep it somewhere handy.  most of what i write will eventually be ripped out and tossed for fear of recrimination and questions from  my husband.  some erotic, some angry, some fantasy, some memories i can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll blog some of my scribbles starting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-3283727472982147137?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3283727472982147137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=3283727472982147137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3283727472982147137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3283727472982147137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/scribbles.html' title='scribbles'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-3869265894085629741</id><published>2007-11-24T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:42:12.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty in childbirth my fucking ass</title><content type='html'>my body bears the scars of pregnancy and childbirth&lt;br /&gt;girlhood forever gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brutalized by the surgeons knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretched and torn&lt;br /&gt;maimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no longer and object of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self loathing is all that remains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-3869265894085629741?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3869265894085629741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=3869265894085629741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3869265894085629741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/3869265894085629741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/beauty-in-childbirth-my-fucking-ass.html' title='beauty in childbirth my fucking ass'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-6042095983012180639</id><published>2007-11-08T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:29:46.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope springs eternal</title><content type='html'>was watching one of my favorite movies from my childhood today.  It reminded me of why the world is in such a sad state.  It is because the world, like myself, has lost it's hope.  Here's the dialog from the Neverending story that made me cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: If you come any closer, I will rip you to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: I am G'mork. And you, whoever you are, can have the honor of being my last victim.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: I will not die easily. I am a warrior!&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: Ha! Brave warrior, then fight the Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: But I can't! I can't get beyond the boundaries of Fantasia!&lt;br /&gt;[G'mork laughs and Atreyu gets a little angry]&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: What's so funny about that?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: Fantasia has no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;[Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: That's not true! You're lying.&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: Foolish boy. &lt;b&gt;Don't you know anything about Fantasia? It's the world of human fantasy. Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: But why is Fantasia dying, then?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork:&lt;b&gt; Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: What is the Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: &lt;b&gt;It's the emptiness that's left. It's like a despair, destroying this world.&lt;/b&gt; And I have been trying to help it.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: But why?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: &lt;b&gt;Because people who have no hopes are easy to control; and whoever has the control... has the power!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: Who are you, really?&lt;br /&gt;G'mork: I am the servant of the power behind the Nothing. I was sent to kill the only one who could have stopped the Nothing. I lost him in the Swamps of Sadness. His name... was Atreyu.&lt;br /&gt;[the ground shakes again and Atreyu is knocked down. He grabs a knife shaped piece of broken stone and stands up, ready to fight]&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu: If we're about to die anyway, I'd rather die fighting! Come for me, G'mork! *I* am Atreyu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember how to be more like the warrior Atreyu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-6042095983012180639?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6042095983012180639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=6042095983012180639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/6042095983012180639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/6042095983012180639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/hope-springs-eternal.html' title='hope springs eternal'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-8171223434933910268</id><published>2007-10-27T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:31:37.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the threat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skid row'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>lyrical goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;skid row.&lt;br /&gt;this is why i loved them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't put here to be treated&lt;br /&gt;Like some disease you hoped would go&lt;br /&gt;away if left alone&lt;br /&gt;You can sweep me under the carpet&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll still infect your need to use me&lt;br /&gt;as a steppin' stone"  bolan &amp;amp; snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-8171223434933910268?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8171223434933910268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=8171223434933910268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/8171223434933910268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/8171223434933910268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/10/lyrical-goodness.html' title='lyrical goodness'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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-5406572171144090309.post-7467881910885012790</id><published>2007-10-27T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:43:26.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth gone wild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conformity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skidrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>youth gone wild</title><content type='html'>it's been 15+ years and i'm still fucking pissed.  pissed at the world.  pissed a people.  pissed at my situation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning and immediately ran to the stereo to crank up some youth gone wild by skid row.   i may be 31, but that song still speaks to me. so my husband, merritt gant, metal god- former guitarist for fucking speed metal band Overkill says to me "isn't that a little abrasive?"... all i could do was think to myself, you've got to be kidding me; you lived on a tour bus for 5 years with constant noise. whatever. yeah, it's supposed to abrasive. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to my point. i realized as i time warped back to being 13, 15, 18- whatever, that' i'm still angry. youth gone wild is still me. in fact, i don't feel any different than i did when i was still a youth. i'm still just as pissed about oppression, injustice, arrogance and conformity as i ever was. actually i'm MORE pissed. i've got 15 MORE YEARS of pent up anger and frustration with the world. and somehow i'm supposed to be more mature and just take it all in stride. give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids, i'm MORE the youth gone wild than i've ever been. trying to suppress it and be the grown up is killing me. it's the reason the doctor told me yesterday i need to be medicated for my blood pressure, headaches and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the fucking world sucks. mean people suck. governments suck. authority figures suck. work sucks. people telling me what to do, how to do it and what to think fucking suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the words of a dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;"fuck you very much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD TO THINK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406572171144090309-7467881910885012790?l=bitter-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7467881910885012790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406572171144090309&amp;postID=7467881910885012790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/7467881910885012790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406572171144090309/posts/default/7467881910885012790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-girl.blogspot.com/2007/10/youth-gone-wild.html' title='youth gone wild'/><author><name>bittergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069019360362911244</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></feed>
