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		<title>My story&#8230; Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 22:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She had trouble sleeping last night, too much on her mind, thinking about will she ever be friends with them again, if she will have the courage to talk to someone she has feelings for, when she is going to move out of her house and back to her place she calls home She gets &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/my-story-part-2/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=191&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She had trouble sleeping last night, too much on her mind, thinking about will she ever be friends with them again, if she will have the courage to talk to someone she has feelings for, when she is going to move out of her house and back to her place she calls home</p>
<p>She gets a text from an old friend/boyfriend…</p>
<p>&#8220;Hey”</p>
<p>&#8220;Hi”</p>
<p>“Wuu2”</p>
<p>&#8220;In bed u”</p>
<p>“Same”</p>
<p>“How come your texting me”</p>
<p>“Idk I’m bored”</p>
<p>“Ok”</p>
<p>“Wuwtb&#8221; (what you wanna talk about) if you don’t know</p>
<p>“Idk, I just don’t wanna be here anymore&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Y? Whats up?&#8221;<span id="more-191"></span></p>
<p>She goes to tell him about whats really troubling her at this moment, he tries to comfort her and after a while she falls asleep forgetting to text back. When she wakes up she hears her mother on the computer and asks how long she has been awake, the mother replies &#8220;a long time&#8221; she shrugs oh ok, and makes herself a milo, while she waits for the bus.</p>
<p>The bus comes around she sits alone at the back, until one of her friends sits with her and starts to talk to her to distract her, they talk about random stuff. Until they realise that the bus is in town, and they have to transfer onto the bus that takes them to school. She gets to her first class Digital Technology and once again she is alone, she sits at a separate desk to everyone else, she mucks around on the computer trying to think of what to Google, she decides to just play games online, she finds a game… a torture game, then the bell rings, everyone rushes to get their belongings together, but she just slowly grabs her bag as she did not need to pull anything out of her bag and walks to her next period… Gateway.</p>
<p>Waiting for the teacher in Gateway, waiting for the computer room for Gateway to be unlocked, she silently sits on the chair by the door, the other girls in her class look at her like “We are better than you, you can never be as pretty or popular as us” the teacher is finally here and unlocks the door, the students pile into the computer room, she goes back to the computer she normally goes to, and she sits there playing games not in the mood to do any work at all today, “interval next…” she thinks to herself… next she has Health, she doesn’t really want to go to health, because her ex best friend is going to be there, and she does not particularly want to talk to her as she does not know what to say, she feel alone and like she can trust her ex best friend anymore, she doesn’t even know if she can trust anyone anymore all she knows she can trust is two or three people that she knows are there for her and always have been even if they don’t know a lot about what’s going on.… She wants everything to be how they use to be, not like this. She just wants her friends back.</p>
<p>TO BE CONTINUED…</p>
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		<title>my story.. =D</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 08:54:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Alone she sits, teary eyes, wondering what has happened for everything to turn against her. &#8220;I havent done anything but good things for people&#8221; she whispers to herself. All alone in her english class nobody to talk to, she pulls out her phone while the teacher is at the back in the back room,  and &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/my-story-d/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=188&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alone she sits, teary eyes, wondering what has happened for everything to turn against her. &#8220;I havent done anything but good things for people&#8221; she whispers to herself.</p>
<p>All alone in her english class nobody to talk to, she pulls out her phone while the teacher is at the back in the back room,  and she checks through her contacts to try find someone she could text, but nobody would have texted her back they are all either busy working, at school, or just hate/dislike her. Just as the bell rings she puts her phone away and gathers her belongings.</p>
<p>She slowly paces herself to her form class, as she walks to her form class she falls into tears, still trying to figure out why she is hated, what she has done to lose one of her close friends.</p>
<p>Form class teacher calls her name, she thinks shes in trouble, but the teacher was only passing her a note about the trip that she had put her name down for on the up coming thursday. She sighs thankfully that noone really has figured that things are going on in her life, one of her form class friends talk to her and she tries her best not to snap as she is not in the mood to talk to anyone.<span id="more-188"></span></p>
<p>Lunch is here and she casually sits with her friends pulling a happy face to trick them that shes fine, and she is talking to them about a programe that is on t.v but she is also writting down a little story about how she feels.</p>
<p>Last period has finally come, and she sits at the front like usual in science, glad that her ex best friend isnt there as she does not want to deal with it anymore, she wants to die, she wishes she never ever moved away from all her other friends she misses her other town, the town she recalls home.</p>
<p>She is at home chilling in the lounge watching Box Office, she gets a text asking if she would like to babysit she agrees to take her mind off things for a while, she wishes she was still friends with her ex best friend.</p>
<p>TO BE CONTINIUED&#8230;</p>
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		<title>I wish&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 11:27:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wish I could turn back the hands of time-hold you in my arms just one more time. I wish I could make all my past mistakes disappear, all my wrongs right-I wish I just had one more to time to hold you tight. All the complaints I had before they don’t matter no more &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2011/01/28/i-wish/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=178&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>I wish I could turn back the hands of time-hold you in my arms just one more time.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I wish I could make all my past mistakes disappear, all my wrongs right-I wish I just had one more to time to hold you tight.</strong></p>
<p><strong>All the complaints I had before they don’t matter no more</strong><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong>I never thought we would be apart no one could ever take the place you hold in my heart.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I  never wanted to be free-I always thought it would be you, and me.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Never again will I be as happy, as I was when I had you-I know the love we shared</strong><strong> </strong><strong> was true.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I can’t go on without you I wish you come back to me my heart is sinking from this painful reality.</strong><strong><span id="more-178"></span></strong></p>
<p><strong>I use to hear the sweet sounds of the birds sing now all I do is walk around lost in the rain.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Now that you are gone-I’m so all alone my life is a bitter sad love song.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I wish you give me one more chance to share your world-in my heart you will always be my man.</strong></p>
<p><strong>The more you tried to give me the more I tried to take-I wish I could convince you to give me one more try for heaven sake.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I promise to love you more-to you my heart is an open door.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I promise if you just come back into my life this time I wouldn’t be stupid to let you go again.</strong></p>
<p><strong>So many tears filled my eyes, that I thought u would realise how much I want u back.</strong></p>
<p><strong> </strong></p>
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		<title>People</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 04:54:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[some people are like wheels &#8211; they don&#8217;t work unless they&#8217;re pushed. some people are like trailers &#8211; they have to be pulled. some people are like kites &#8211; always up in the air and if you don&#8217;t keep a string on them, they will fly. some people are like canoes &#8211; they have to &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2011/01/23/people/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=175&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>some people are like wheels &#8211; they don&#8217;t work unless they&#8217;re pushed.<br />
some people are like trailers &#8211; they have to be pulled.<br />
some people are like kites &#8211; always up in the air and if you don&#8217;t keep a string on them, they will fly.<br />
some people are like canoes &#8211; they have to be paddled.<br />
some people are like footballs &#8211; you never know which way are going to bounce next.<br />
some people are like balloons &#8211; always puffed up, and you never know when they are going to blow up.<span id="more-175"></span><br />
some people are like flat tires &#8211; they have to be jacked up.<br />
some  people are like good watches &#8211; pure gold, open-faced, always on time,  dependable, quietly busy and just                               full of  good works.<br />
you&#8217;ll find different people of various persuasions in  diverse workplaces. thus, it is not easy for people to get along with  one another. different personalities. different characters. how do you  deal with each one? some suggestions:</p>
<p>people are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.<br />
love them anyway.<br />
if you do good, people will accuse you of having a hidden agenda.<br />
do good anyway.<br />
if you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.<br />
succeed anyway.<br />
honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.<br />
be honest and frank anyway.<br />
they good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.<br />
do good anyway.<br />
the biggest people with the smallest minds can shoot down the<br />
smallest people with the biggest ideas. think big anyway.<br />
people favor underdogs but only follow top dogs.<br />
fight for some underdogs anyway.<br />
you spend years building what may be destroyed overnight.<br />
build anyway.</p>
<p>life  is a grindstone. whether it grinds you down or polishes you depends on  the stuff you are made of. I have come to realize that I have not been  exactly the perfect worker I&#8217;d like to think I am. I have made life  difficult for other people. but I am glad that some of them looked  beyond the defects and helped me go through the hard early days of my  career. i have been like a wheel, a trailer, a kite, a canoe, a  football, a balloon, and a flat tire. i caused trouble and brought  disappointment to other people. but i have learned so much from these  shortcomings. i am a little bit older and wiser now.</p>
<p>i hold on to  the Word of God that says &#8220;i can do all things through Christ who  strengthens me.&#8221; you know what? he is your friend, too, and he will  never fail you. give your life to him and discover a new meaning to it  in fact, discover a new life.</p>
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		<title>Ahh</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 21:19:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Had the most scariest dream yet&#8230; I was at some house with a person who was like my older sister(and I don&#8217;t have any siblings) and me and her were trying to get out of the house but we couldn&#8217;t there were cameras everywhere around the house, and there was a guy that owned the &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2011/01/22/ahh/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=166&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Had the most scariest dream yet&#8230;</p>
<p>I was at some house with a person who was like my older sister(and I don&#8217;t have any siblings) and me and her were trying to get out of the house but we couldn&#8217;t there were cameras everywhere around the house, and there was a guy that<span id="more-166"></span> owned the house, but me and my sister never met or saw the man, as he was always doing something around the house, but we never knew what he was doing, the two of us would walk around trying to find the man to find out who the house belong to, but we could never find him, days passed still trying to figure out who this man was, as we couldn&#8217;t get out of the house, he had locked us in and we couldn&#8217;t get out.. Anyway once a day me and my sister would end up looking outside, because the old lady that lived next door would always be putting something in the bushes just out front (the front of their houses were like they were joined together, but the two houses were privated off from the rest of the neighbourhood, so only the two neighbours knew what each other were doing)</p>
<p>Anyway the old lady next door was putting something in the bushes out front, me and my sister weren&#8217;t sure what it was but everyday she would bring a wheelie bin down (that looked really heavy) empty what ever it was that she had in their and then later in the day she would put a bunch of flowers by the &#8220;rubbish&#8221; , day by day the two of us tried to escape this house, but there was no way to get out, until one day when the man was in the shower he left his keys on the bench so we quietly grabbed the keys and snuck to the front door to unlock the door, as we finally got out of the house, we hope in to my sisters car and I happen to start screaming as I notice a camera staring right at us, then my sister is wondering why im screaming then she notices the camera and we are both freaking out&#8230; once me and her finally calm down, we decide to head back in the house to disconnect the camera but as we start to head back inside the old lady comes down to the bush with the wheelie bin and once she reached the bush she began to empty the bin we here a huge &#8220;THUMP&#8221; as whatever it was hit the group then to our surprise we see an arm flop out from the bush&#8230; it was a human arm, and my silly sister walked up to the old lady and asked why she has been dumping bodies in the bush and old they were..</p>
<p>The old lady said the man in the house kills them at the age of seventeen, and that she was helping him because she owed him a favour from along time ago when she accidently killed  her husband, once the lady stopped talking to us she finally said &#8220;hurry up and get out of here before he finds out your out here and kills you before you even turn seventeen, so go now and only let him realise you gone, instead of being killed&#8221; &#8230;.</p>
<p>that was the end of it as i had woken up, and it scared the living daylights out of me, now i DONT want to go back to sleep</p>
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		<title>Promises</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 04:22:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>♥Hayley..yelyaH♥</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Promises. Sometimes they&#8217;re unecessary and people promises others things they&#8217;ll do that they&#8217;re already doing. Sometimes they&#8217;re too big for some to handle. Like promising someone to keep a secret thats bigger than you. Sometimes they&#8217;re promises that we dnt even care if there kept, its the promise itself that keeps us sane like wen &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/promises/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=106&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;">Promises.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Sometimes they&#8217;re unecessary and people promises others things  they&#8217;ll do that they&#8217;re already doing.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Sometimes they&#8217;re too big for  some to handle.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Like promising someone to keep a secret thats bigger than  you.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Sometimes they&#8217;re promises that we dnt even care if there kept,  its the promise itself that keeps us sane like wen someone promises to  love you forever.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Or when someone promises to come back, even though u  realise they won&#8217;t.<span id="more-106"></span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">They&#8217;re there to build relationships, to keep us  happy, to make us stronger.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">To form trust.. Stability.. Love.. Life.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Our  lives are built on it, even the bad promises.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Its just who we are.  Weather we like it or not. they&#8217;re choices of ours.</p>
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		<title>Duet with myself by Charlie&#8230; + Lyrics</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 05:54:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>♥Hayley..yelyaH♥</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t know him but I found this on you tube and its awesome I am you, you are me Together we make a perfect Charlie And when I am feeling down We know that will always be around Our relationship is complicated Sometimes it’s hard to remember That you’re even there But when I &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2010/10/13/duet-with-myself-by-charlie-lyrics/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=138&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know him but I found this on you tube and its awesome</p>
<p>I am you, you are me<br />
Together we make a perfect Charlie<br />
And when I am feeling down<br />
We know that will always be around<span id="more-138"></span></p>
<p>Our relationship is complicated<br />
Sometimes it’s hard to remember<br />
That you’re even there<br />
But when I feel I’m being hated<br />
Feeling lonely in December<br />
Facing hardships that we can’t bare<br />
You’ll help me come through the other side<br />
You build up my confidence, and raise my pride<br />
Together there’s nothing that we can’t face<br />
Just as long as we embrace ourselves<br />
It’s just a shame that I hate you..</p>
<p>You’re insufferable, your acne’s terrible<br />
Your sunny dispossession is completely unbearable<br />
And worst of all, you’ve got no friends<br />
They’re just on the internet<br />
You’re a waste of space, you’ve got no life<br />
Got a mole on your face, you should take a knife<br />
To your head, and do it before I do it instead</p>
<p>You’re that perfect either, mate<br />
In fact you’re way too easy to hate<br />
What 19-year-old can’t get a date<br />
I guess it’s fate, that you’ll never find a soul mate<br />
You’re going to die alone, on your own<br />
Making crappy YouTube videos</p>
<p>I am you, you are me<br />
Together we make an<br />
Spotty, unfit,  neurotic, unfunny, forgetful, weedy, Charlie<br />
And when I’m feeling down<br />
We know that we, will only ever have each other around</p>
<p>Our relationship is complicated<br />
Sometimes it’s hard to remember<br />
That you’re even there<br />
But when I feel I’m being hated<br />
Feeling lonely in December<br />
Facing hardships that we can’t bare<br />
You’ll help me come through the other side<br />
You build up my confidence, and raise my pride<br />
Together there’s nothing that we can’t face<br />
Just as long as we embrace ourselves<br />
You know that I really, really, really love you<br />
I really love you too<br />
Yes, even though it’s vain, I feel the same<br />
You need to be able to love yourself<br />
but not in that way, what way?</p>
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		<title>soo um here</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 08:09:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well since you know I like you.. I thought I would like you to know that I will never ever in a million years be able to find another guy like you.. I love you.. But you seem to treat it as a joke.. But I don&#8217;t know.. I really don&#8217;t know.. I don&#8217;t know &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2010/10/09/soo-um-here/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=132&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well since you know I like you..</p>
<p>I thought I would like you to know that I will never ever in a million years be able to find another guy like you.. I love you.. But you seem to treat it as a joke..</p>
<p>But I don&#8217;t know.. I really don&#8217;t know.. I don&#8217;t know what to do.</p>
<p>You seem like your hiding something from me.. You say there&#8217;s nothing wrong I know there&#8217;s something wrong..</p>
<p>I would do anything for you, all I wanna do is have my life with you.. not with that last guy I use to be with..</p>
<p>Boy your the world to me.. I wish u wouldn&#8217;t just think im saying this because I want you to feel better.. man I really mean this I really do want to be with you.. I just freaking wish you could see.</p>
<p>I feel like you will never ever understand me.</p>
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		<title>:&#8217;(</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 06:21:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay so maybe you don&#8217;t like me&#8230; Maybe your gay.. but I don&#8217;t see why you never told me .. we&#8217;re best friends.. well at least I thought we were.. So I guess you NEVER wanted to be my friend.. you were only saying that to make me feel happy.. Like really I thought you &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/126/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=126&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay so maybe you don&#8217;t like me&#8230;</p>
<p>Maybe your gay.. but I don&#8217;t see why you never told me .. we&#8217;re best friends.. well at least I thought we were..</p>
<p>So I guess you NEVER wanted to be my friend.. you were only saying that to make me feel happy..</p>
<p>Like really I thought you would have figured I really did Like you a lot..</p>
<p>You hardly talk to me like you use to.. I wish you would.. I miss you talking to me.. its like our &#8220;friendship&#8221; is nothing.. or was it always nothing..</p>
<p>Oh I wish you see my point of view from this..</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. But you did it when you were my age! 2. Um, about the car… 3. Now don’t get mad, but… 4. Mommy, what’s ‘sex’? 5. My boyfriend says I’m old enough. 6. I’m pregnant! Pass the turnips, please! 7. But all the other kids did! 8. Bail 9. Mommy, was daddy your first? 10. &#8230; <a href="http://hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com/2010/09/17/top-47-things-parents-hate-to-hear/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hayleyluvsyouh.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14696861&amp;post=121&amp;subd=hayleyluvsyouh&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. But you did it when you were my age!</p>
<p>2. Um, about the car…</p>
<p>3. Now don’t get mad, but…</p>
<p>4. Mommy, what’s ‘sex’?</p>
<p>5. My boyfriend says I’m old enough.</p>
<p>6. I’m pregnant! Pass the turnips, please!</p>
<p>7. But all the other kids did!</p>
<p>8. Bail</p>
<p>9. Mommy, was daddy your first?<span id="more-121"></span></p>
<p>10. *Through the bedroom door* Pass the bong…</p>
<p>11. You did it too</p>
<p>12. Why?</p>
<p>13. Remember how you always say you cant wait till i’m a parent…</p>
<p>14. I want a tatoo!</p>
<p>15. I was drunk when it happened</p>
<p>16. It’s only one night she wants to stay…</p>
<p>17. Two Words – School Fundraiser</p>
<p>18. “Madame, you’re son’s a baby-raper. Now, we’re not saying it’s YOUR fault…”</p>
<p>19. But i do know what its like to be a parent… i mean…</p>
<p>20. I swear mom, she was pregnant BEFORE the date</p>
<p>21. Im gay (if parents are Homophobics)</p>
<p>22. I have been looking at retirement homes and this one seems cheap enough for you</p>
<p>23. Is this my christmas present? I found it under your bed mommy</p>
<p>24. So since, you did it before you were married, that means i can right?</p>
<p>25. Anything that goes against their opinions</p>
<p>26. Co-ed Slumber Party</p>
<p>27. You owe me that much!</p>
<p>28. I didn’t do it!</p>
<p>29. Look over there mommy, boobs!</p>
<p>30. Can I get in bed with you?</p>
<p>31. Sleepover</p>
<p>32. I’m Never Moving Out!</p>
<p>33. Large intestine</p>
<p>34. My dog ate it..</p>
<p>35. I ate the dog</p>
<p>36. That’s not the FBI at the door, is it?</p>
<p>37. ‘N Sync</p>
<p>38. I don’t wanna!</p>
<p>39. But Mommy!</p>
<p>40. Rambunctious!</p>
<p>41. What is for dinner?</p>
<p>42. No!</p>
<p>43. Gimmie!</p>
<p>44. I’m telling!</p>
<p>45. Uh Oh!</p>
<p>46. WWAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!</p>
<p>47. Not Me</p>
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