<?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-1163956481039853973</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:01:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a girl. Watch me self-destruct.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>applecunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018059296118703780</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163956481039853973.post-7892546962747372155</id><published>2008-02-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:51:39.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spaceships</title><content type='html'>Today was lame. The feeling invoked was a mix of what I felt when my dad told me that my mom and him were splitting up at age 12, that rainy day I got lost in the woods for 4 hours at age 8, and when I found out Santa didn't exist at age 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost, hopeless, and like my world was shattering around me. I guess this is what growing up feels like. I was promised exhilarating rushes of independence, but as usual, disappointment was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the problem is probably that I stew. When something is wrong, I don't say anything until it's somewhat serious, and by then I'm already annoyed by it. Then, when nothing improves for a few months after that, I get pissed, but don't say anything. They put it off further, and I explode. Is this a learned behavior? Or is it primal, and something I need to relearn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163956481039853973-7892546962747372155?l=applecunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/feeds/7892546962747372155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163956481039853973&amp;postID=7892546962747372155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/7892546962747372155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/7892546962747372155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/2008/02/spaceships.html' title='spaceships'/><author><name>applecunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018059296118703780</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-1163956481039853973.post-1931794833456080018</id><published>2008-02-07T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:40:11.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>I changed my mind. I am a narcissist. That's why I don't like reading previous posts because I realize I'm not fitting into the image I expect myself to maintain. Pretty pathetic, I agree, just like a narcissist would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did wrong. Am I just not a thoughtful person? A friend told me I was thought-provoking once, but maybe I just say weird thoughts that come to me, and that doesn't mean that I think about other people's feelings. This is probably very accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163956481039853973-1931794833456080018?l=applecunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/feeds/1931794833456080018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163956481039853973&amp;postID=1931794833456080018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/1931794833456080018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/1931794833456080018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/2008/02/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>applecunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018059296118703780</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-1163956481039853973.post-5660657387793657700</id><published>2008-02-06T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:27:23.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>karmex is my only friend</title><content type='html'>I don't want to cuddle. I don't want to think about cuddling. Cuddling is not on my to do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163956481039853973-5660657387793657700?l=applecunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/feeds/5660657387793657700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163956481039853973&amp;postID=5660657387793657700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/5660657387793657700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/5660657387793657700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/2008/02/karmex-is-my-only-friend.html' title='karmex is my only friend'/><author><name>applecunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018059296118703780</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-1163956481039853973.post-5254430666105710469</id><published>2008-01-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:32:11.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>It's hard to keep this thing up. I'll write something, and then realize how worthless my worries are. I guess that can be a good tool, but it just makes me loathe myself. I'm sorry I'm not a narcissist. I'll work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163956481039853973-5254430666105710469?l=applecunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/feeds/5254430666105710469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1163956481039853973&amp;postID=5254430666105710469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/5254430666105710469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163956481039853973/posts/default/5254430666105710469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applecunt.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>applecunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018059296118703780</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>
