<?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-11964312</id><updated>2011-08-11T15:59:57.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts from caren</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-3733217734012111473</id><published>2010-05-03T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:18:25.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my Life</title><content type='html'>The names have been changed to protect the innocent&lt;br /&gt;All characters, while resembling real people, are nonetheless fictitious&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than fiction built up in the mind of the author&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Same stage, different players yet still producing the same results&lt;br /&gt;New scenery but the story remains relatively unchanged&lt;br /&gt;The words are slightly altered but their meanings are still the same&lt;br /&gt;Trying to create a multi-act play out of a one act monologue&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-3733217734012111473?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3733217734012111473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=3733217734012111473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in before the game ends&lt;br /&gt;been practicing my whole life for this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swayed to the music while sitting alone on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the nerve to get out there&lt;br /&gt;but i'm ready to dance&lt;br /&gt;before the last song ends&lt;br /&gt;been practicing my whole life for this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my chance&lt;br /&gt;was afraid to let anyone in&lt;br /&gt;hurt too many times by so many&lt;br /&gt;but i'm ready to love&lt;br /&gt;before my last breath is taken&lt;br /&gt;been practicing my whole life for this day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-2492669998084379421?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2492669998084379421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-4954044312490812764</id><published>2010-01-01T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:26:40.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>New Year's Day...&lt;br /&gt;a time for new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;a time to say goodbye to the days of the past year&lt;br /&gt;introspection...reflection...new resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts flitting through my brain&lt;br /&gt;like hummingbirds at a feeder&lt;br /&gt;never coming to a complete stop&lt;br /&gt;just hovering out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflect, think, resolve, do&lt;br /&gt;sequence is important&lt;br /&gt;change is necessary in life&lt;br /&gt;so what are my resolutions for the New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-4954044312490812764?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4954044312490812764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=4954044312490812764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/4954044312490812764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/4954044312490812764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-5698892962061577183</id><published>2009-06-07T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:29:42.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hurting</title><content type='html'>why do i ask when the answers cut me to the bone?&lt;br /&gt;why do i torture myself like that?&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt more to know? &lt;br /&gt;or hurt more to allow my brain to run through all the thoughts on its own?&lt;br /&gt;either way my heart knows the truth and it just hurts...&lt;br /&gt;and in all this time i still haven't found a way to make it stop hurting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-5698892962061577183?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-1648272235040869028</id><published>2009-06-07T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:26:23.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunsets</title><content type='html'>watching the beautiful sunsets after the rains have cleared&lt;br /&gt;seeing the wonder and awe in the colors and clouds&lt;br /&gt;feeling that black hole of loneliness at watching it alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-1648272235040869028?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1648272235040869028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=1648272235040869028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/1648272235040869028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/1648272235040869028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunsets.html' title='sunsets'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-1734601509174457804</id><published>2009-06-07T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:11:57.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forever in pieces</title><content type='html'>heart broken...forever in pieces&lt;br /&gt;never to be whole again&lt;br /&gt;i try to put the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like some are missing&lt;br /&gt;as if there is a constant hole&lt;br /&gt;and i can't make it solid again&lt;br /&gt;just a bunch of shattered shards is all that's left&lt;br /&gt;of this broken heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-1734601509174457804?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1734601509174457804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=1734601509174457804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/1734601509174457804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/1734601509174457804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-in-pieces.html' title='forever in pieces'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-7705583185797814957</id><published>2008-02-11T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:04:50.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>noise</title><content type='html'>i write to get the feelings out&lt;br /&gt;to get a handle on my emotions&lt;br /&gt;to make the thoughts in my head be quiet for a little while at least&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it helps...to stop the noise in my head&lt;br /&gt;other times it just stirs up the thoughts even more&lt;br /&gt;those times scare me....make me think the thoughts are too consuming&lt;br /&gt;afraid they'll be all-consuming...eating me alive...making me nothing&lt;br /&gt;more than a shell of the person i desire to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-7705583185797814957?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7705583185797814957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=7705583185797814957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7705583185797814957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7705583185797814957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/noise.html' title='noise'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-920284031892902747</id><published>2008-02-11T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:00:55.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inside-outside</title><content type='html'>need to find a way to make the outside match the inside&lt;br /&gt;maybe then the pain on the inside will be able to dissipate&lt;br /&gt;i try to change the thoughts, the habits, the patterns&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;the pain on the inside just keeps growing&lt;br /&gt;overshadowing the progress i appear to be making on the outside&lt;br /&gt;yet still i keep struggling along&lt;br /&gt;hoping....praying...that one of these days....&lt;br /&gt;that what i feel inside and what i present on the outside will match&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-920284031892902747?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/920284031892902747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=920284031892902747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/920284031892902747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/920284031892902747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/inside-outside.html' title='inside-outside'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-8563001993407997499</id><published>2008-02-11T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:56:06.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless</title><content type='html'>pieces of me scattered about&lt;br /&gt;easy to give of myself&lt;br /&gt;much more difficult to give my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptiness&lt;br /&gt;empty sex&lt;br /&gt;meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give my heart&lt;br /&gt;means to open myself to someone&lt;br /&gt;to risk, to chance, to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easier to just give my body&lt;br /&gt;it's for a moment...an instant in time&lt;br /&gt;no hurt...no cares...no fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just emptiness&lt;br /&gt;just empty sex&lt;br /&gt;just meaningless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-8563001993407997499?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8563001993407997499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=8563001993407997499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/8563001993407997499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/8563001993407997499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/meaningless.html' title='meaningless'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-7152323159384693105</id><published>2008-02-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:49:54.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>empty tears</title><content type='html'>hurts too much to care&lt;br /&gt;wounds are too deep&lt;br /&gt;scars won't heal&lt;br /&gt;sadness too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walls are high&lt;br /&gt;guard is up&lt;br /&gt;emotions in check&lt;br /&gt;empty tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;feels like it will never be whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-7152323159384693105?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7152323159384693105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=7152323159384693105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7152323159384693105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7152323159384693105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/empty-tears.html' title='empty tears'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-5976299631166198032</id><published>2008-01-14T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:09:30.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>introspection</title><content type='html'>must be the time of year...&lt;br /&gt;i always get much more introspective...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it has to do with the days being shorter...&lt;br /&gt;darker earlier...makes me feel darker inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look inside...deep inside...at the things i wish for...&lt;br /&gt;the things i'm still lacking...inside..&lt;br /&gt;and wonder what it will take to find those things...&lt;br /&gt;the pieces that are missing...&lt;br /&gt;the dreams yet achieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just get introspective since there is less to do...&lt;br /&gt;this time of year...not as active...&lt;br /&gt;although lately i've been isolating...&lt;br /&gt;an improvement is that i know that is what i've been doing...&lt;br /&gt;it's been a conscious choice i've made recently...&lt;br /&gt;spending the time alone...time to think...to reflect...&lt;br /&gt;to decide how to change things in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still i wonder what it will take...&lt;br /&gt;to make those changes...&lt;br /&gt;to find the missing pieces...&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill the dreams in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-5976299631166198032?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-3575345143020104203</id><published>2007-09-08T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:18:46.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my life after all</title><content type='html'>so i carefully prayed to the full moon goddess this month&lt;br /&gt;tried to be a bit more specific than the last time&lt;br /&gt;not sure if she heard my prayers or not&lt;br /&gt;but i did see a double rainbow the very next day&lt;br /&gt;and a single rainbow the day after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping that's a positive sign&lt;br /&gt;and not the full moon goddess laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if wishes were horses this beggar would ride"&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard sung by a favorite singer of mine&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it's my turn to ride for a change...&lt;br /&gt;i can hope for that anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's lonely walking solo all the time...&lt;br /&gt;the world is made for couples&lt;br /&gt;it's shoved in my face on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;like when my friends all do "date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and alone i sit...without someone to "date"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think it's fair for me to mislead others&lt;br /&gt;into thinking my feelings are deeper than surface&lt;br /&gt;when that's all i feel...&lt;br /&gt;so rather than continue to hurt them&lt;br /&gt;i end things...rather quickly...&lt;br /&gt;at least according to my friends&lt;br /&gt;who don't completely understand why i don't just settle&lt;br /&gt;especially if the other person treats me well...&lt;br /&gt;but there are lots of other factors to consider..&lt;br /&gt;least of which is how i feel about them...&lt;br /&gt;and if they are talking forever...&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking right now...&lt;br /&gt;then things will never move forward...&lt;br /&gt;mostly because i won't let them...&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding out...&lt;br /&gt;not settling just because others think i should&lt;br /&gt;or just because the other person has my life planned out&lt;br /&gt;because it's my life after all...&lt;br /&gt;and i deserve to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;and someday i hope to find that...&lt;br /&gt;if not...guess i'll just grow old alone&lt;br /&gt;because it's my life after all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-3575345143020104203?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3575345143020104203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=3575345143020104203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/3575345143020104203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/3575345143020104203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-life-after-all.html' title='it&apos;s my life after all'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-98955776305939620</id><published>2007-09-08T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:09:14.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting</title><content type='html'>feeling alone...even with others around&lt;br /&gt;feeling alone...even when by myself&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters anymore&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems important anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words get spoken but i doubt their meaning&lt;br /&gt;for it's only words...actions are missing&lt;br /&gt;and words are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;if the actions don't back them up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alone i sit...waiting for the moment to pass&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the feelings to change&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my outside and inside to match&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-98955776305939620?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/98955776305939620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=98955776305939620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/98955776305939620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/98955776305939620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-alone.html' title='sitting'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-5304615691401894456</id><published>2007-03-13T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:19:04.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the search</title><content type='html'>i search&lt;br /&gt;i seek&lt;br /&gt;always looking for the place within&lt;br /&gt;the one that provides the needed peace&lt;br /&gt;the happiness that i yearn for&lt;br /&gt;but it's buried so deep&lt;br /&gt;i only scratch the surface for brief instances&lt;br /&gt;then it vanishes once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again&lt;br /&gt;i search&lt;br /&gt;i seek&lt;br /&gt;continually striving to find that inner sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;the serenity&lt;br /&gt;the calmness&lt;br /&gt;the little bit of heaven that will lead to a wealth of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try to cultivate a garden of beauty&lt;br /&gt;within myself&lt;br /&gt;so maybe the colors of the rainbow will be reflected inside&lt;br /&gt;and my perception of the world will no longer be clouded&lt;br /&gt;but will be clear with the endless hope and joy of a newly developed world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-5304615691401894456?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5304615691401894456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=5304615691401894456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/5304615691401894456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/5304615691401894456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/search.html' title='the search'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-4769175273840881687</id><published>2007-03-13T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:13:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>despair</title><content type='html'>that unrelenting despair&lt;br /&gt;engulfing all of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't take much these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;not enough hellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears are held at bay&lt;br /&gt;just waiting to overflow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reservoir&lt;br /&gt;one more incident to tip the scales&lt;br /&gt;in favor of the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that unrelenting despair&lt;br /&gt;engulfing all of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't take much these days&lt;br /&gt;too many wrongs&lt;br /&gt;not enough rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many negative things happening at once&lt;br /&gt;not enough positive things to keep me balanced&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the next one that will send me over the edge&lt;br /&gt;into the deepest well of darkness&lt;br /&gt;into the abyss that will signal my demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-4769175273840881687?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4769175273840881687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=4769175273840881687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/4769175273840881687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/4769175273840881687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-unrelenting-despair-engulfing-all.html' title='despair'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-7430188244730794989</id><published>2007-02-19T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:57:16.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>afraid of learning about myself again&lt;br /&gt;afraid of all the new lessons in store&lt;br /&gt;afraid of the anger turning into hurt again&lt;br /&gt;afraid of opening myself up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because every time i let someone in&lt;br /&gt;i get hurt... a little more of me gets ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;a little deeper the wounds go&lt;br /&gt;always letting in the "wrong" people...&lt;br /&gt;the ones who put me last in their lives&lt;br /&gt;the ones who don't care...who don't respect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i close off a little more of me each time this happens&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if that's all there is...that's all that's out there&lt;br /&gt;or if i'll always feel this way...sad...lonely...alone...angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anger gets directed at myself...&lt;br /&gt;for once again putting myself in this position&lt;br /&gt;of losing another piece of myself...&lt;br /&gt;of my heart getting stepped on a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday things will be different for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-7430188244730794989?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7430188244730794989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=7430188244730794989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7430188244730794989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7430188244730794989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/someday.html' title='someday'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-6136703437255424539</id><published>2007-02-19T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:51:50.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stages</title><content type='html'>the hurt has turned to anger&lt;br /&gt;the pain is lessened as time goes on&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like watching the stages of grief&lt;br /&gt;except there was no denial in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;just despair...an overwhelming sadness...&lt;br /&gt;a knowledge that nothing would change how things were happening&lt;br /&gt;a numbing acceptance that things would forever be different&lt;br /&gt;the process of letting go of the past&lt;br /&gt;and being scared of the future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-6136703437255424539?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6136703437255424539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=6136703437255424539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/6136703437255424539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/6136703437255424539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/stages.html' title='stages'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-7436878859542734451</id><published>2007-02-19T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:46:40.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>betrayal of the worst kind</title><content type='html'>betrayal of the worst kind&lt;br /&gt;from the people you thought mattered&lt;br /&gt;from the ones you thought wouldn't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayal of the worst kind&lt;br /&gt;everything changed forever&lt;br /&gt;everything ruined beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayal of the worst kind&lt;br /&gt;lies, deceit, violation of trust&lt;br /&gt;tangled web of convolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayal of the worst kind&lt;br /&gt;everyone blaming someone else&lt;br /&gt;no one taking responsibility for their actions&lt;br /&gt;it's just betrayal of the worst kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-7436878859542734451?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7436878859542734451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=7436878859542734451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7436878859542734451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/7436878859542734451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/betrayal-of-worst-kind.html' title='betrayal of the worst kind'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-6292396373443965269</id><published>2007-02-02T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:07:55.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slipping</title><content type='html'>Isolation in my head&lt;br /&gt;Been there for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Can feel myself drifting away&lt;br /&gt;In my reality as well&lt;br /&gt;Tenuous connections&lt;br /&gt;Ready to drop off the edge&lt;br /&gt;Ready to let go of it all&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;And the tears begin to flow&lt;br /&gt;For all the opportunities that I let slip away&lt;br /&gt;For all the chances that I didn't take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-6292396373443965269?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6292396373443965269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=6292396373443965269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/6292396373443965269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/6292396373443965269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/slipping.html' title='slipping'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-2756024239267140327</id><published>2007-02-02T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:06:07.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deeper</title><content type='html'>Bury the wounds deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Under layers of protection&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'll have time to heal&lt;br /&gt;Before ripping open again&lt;br /&gt;Each time they rip open&lt;br /&gt;A little deeper they go&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;So fully engulfed in hurt&lt;br /&gt;There is no recovery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-2756024239267140327?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2756024239267140327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=2756024239267140327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/2756024239267140327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/2756024239267140327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/deeper.html' title='deeper'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-526588071091969384</id><published>2007-02-02T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:04:30.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing matters</title><content type='html'>Shut the noise in my head&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the emotions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cease to wonder about it all&lt;br /&gt;Questions go unanswered in my mind&lt;br /&gt;No need to know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-526588071091969384?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/526588071091969384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=526588071091969384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/526588071091969384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/526588071091969384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-matters.html' title='nothing matters'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-115016068855952354</id><published>2006-06-12T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:04:48.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just words</title><content type='html'>connection broken&lt;br /&gt;lies spoken&lt;br /&gt;words mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitary existance&lt;br /&gt;people off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;words mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone again&lt;br /&gt;or is it still alone&lt;br /&gt;words mean nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-115016068855952354?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115016068855952354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=115016068855952354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/115016068855952354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/115016068855952354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-words.html' title='just words'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-114714336955416266</id><published>2006-05-08T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:56:35.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walls</title><content type='html'>foundation was built on deceit and mistrust&lt;br /&gt;solidly it grew...brick by brick...til the walls were high&lt;br /&gt;and thick...and the mortar between the bricks held tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the walls protect my heart...protect my soul...&lt;br /&gt;nothing permeates...no feelings get in ... and nothing gets out...&lt;br /&gt;heart can't be hurt if no feelings get in...&lt;br /&gt;tears held at bay...nothing shows thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotionless...as far as intimate emotions are concerned...&lt;br /&gt;anger shows thru...irritation shows thru...but other emotions are blocked...&lt;br /&gt;protected is what i thought but sometimes i just think they're blocked by the walls...&lt;br /&gt;cause if the other emotions show thru then i have to take risks...&lt;br /&gt;take the chance of being hurt yet again...and that is just too high&lt;br /&gt;a price for me to pay at this point...so, easier, safer for my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;to not show them...to not let them thru the walls....to not feel right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me a while to get the walls this high...this thick...this solid...didn't think i'd&lt;br /&gt;be able to do it again...used to always be this way...but then i found people i was&lt;br /&gt;willing to take risks with...wrong people, wrong choices i guess....cause they took&lt;br /&gt;advantage...took the best parts of me...and tossed them aside...threw them out&lt;br /&gt;like old trash...used and abused my heart...and my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took back my heart...took back my soul...and built up the walls to protect them...&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not willing to give them away so freely...not willing to chip away at the walls...there's comfort here...been here so many times before...but something feels different this time...more deliberate...sometimes this protection isolates me...sometimes it insulates me from hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday.....i'll be willing to tear down the walls again and let someone in...but not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114714336955416266?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114714336955416266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114714336955416266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114714336955416266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114714336955416266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/walls.html' title='walls'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-114308224414861959</id><published>2006-03-22T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:50:44.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>i take the time to discover that i have friends today&lt;br /&gt;true friends...good friends...loving friends&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost them over something stupid...my stupidity...&lt;br /&gt;my not listening...not understanding...the fear of loss&lt;br /&gt;overtook my thoughts...and i cried...cried at the possibility&lt;br /&gt;of losing the very people i was pushing away...scared me ...&lt;br /&gt;scared me enough that i contacted my friends...and demanded&lt;br /&gt;explanations...then apologized for my bizarre reactions and my&lt;br /&gt;insane approach to the situation...apologized for thinking they&lt;br /&gt;didn't care...apologized for almost abandoning the very people&lt;br /&gt;i love the most...and we hugged...and repaired the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;stronger it grew...the power of three...me and my two best friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114308224414861959?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114308224414861959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114308224414861959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114308224414861959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114308224414861959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-114308189097471430</id><published>2006-03-22T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:44:50.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>full moon prayers</title><content type='html'>i prayed to the full moon goddess&lt;br /&gt;she smiled upon me&lt;br /&gt;and you entered my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made my heart soar&lt;br /&gt;your voice lifted my spirits&lt;br /&gt;the sight of you made my knees weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were the one i had been seeking&lt;br /&gt;but that was a myth created in my mind&lt;br /&gt;one born of longing and desire not based in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened to the words you chose to use&lt;br /&gt;yet misunderstood their meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look to the full moon goddess now&lt;br /&gt;and see her laughing at my naivete&lt;br /&gt;be careful what you pray for is the message i hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114308189097471430?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114308189097471430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114308189097471430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114308189097471430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114308189097471430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/full-moon-prayers.html' title='full moon prayers'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-114074882176750524</id><published>2006-02-23T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:40:21.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you or me?</title><content type='html'>i listen to the hurt&lt;br /&gt;i listen to the anger&lt;br /&gt;i offer solace&lt;br /&gt;i offer advice&lt;br /&gt;i explain why others behave as they do&lt;br /&gt;i explain this is the way life happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swallow my own hurt&lt;br /&gt;i swallow my own anger&lt;br /&gt;i console myself&lt;br /&gt;i try and heed my own advice&lt;br /&gt;i understand your feelings, frustrations, and pain&lt;br /&gt;i felt the same when you treated me that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114074882176750524?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114074882176750524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114074882176750524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074882176750524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074882176750524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-or-me.html' title='you or me?'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-114074852917525059</id><published>2006-02-23T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:35:29.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unspoken</title><content type='html'>The sadness is swallowed&lt;br /&gt;The tears kept at bay&lt;br /&gt;All the words i want to say just stay in my head&lt;br /&gt;All the things i want to tell you get left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings pushed deeper inside&lt;br /&gt;The anger settles over them&lt;br /&gt;And the words get spoken only in my head&lt;br /&gt;And the things i want to tell you get left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell this to&lt;br /&gt;No one left who will listen&lt;br /&gt;My head won't shut the words out&lt;br /&gt;And the things i want to tell you get left unspoken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114074852917525059?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114074852917525059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114074852917525059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074852917525059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074852917525059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/unspoken.html' title='unspoken'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-114074808708778253</id><published>2006-02-23T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:28:07.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an afterthought</title><content type='html'>When you got nothing to do or no one to call&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you pick&lt;br /&gt;Just an afterthought is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the top of the list&lt;br /&gt;Not the option you choose&lt;br /&gt;Just the one who's left&lt;br /&gt;The last resort is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;Better than no one&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's always been&lt;br /&gt;A last resort&lt;br /&gt;An afterthought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-114074808708778253?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114074808708778253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=114074808708778253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074808708778253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/114074808708778253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-afterthought.html' title='Just an afterthought'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113996044822162584</id><published>2006-02-14T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:40:48.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a means to an end</title><content type='html'>words and actions don't match&lt;br /&gt;take advantage, use others&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break hearts&lt;br /&gt;trample dreams&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fulfill your needs&lt;br /&gt;forget the cost&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what's necessary to get your way&lt;br /&gt;do what you want no matter who gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes no difference how others feel&lt;br /&gt;their desires are of no consequence&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words without meaning&lt;br /&gt;actions without care&lt;br /&gt;just a means to an end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113996044822162584?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113996044822162584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113996044822162584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113996044822162584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113996044822162584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-means-to-end.html' title='just a means to an end'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113989056069571727</id><published>2006-02-13T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:16:50.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day ruminations</title><content type='html'>to not be an afterthought in someone's life&lt;br /&gt;to not be placed last in order of importance in someone's life&lt;br /&gt;to not be lied to and cheated on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;to be cherished&lt;br /&gt;to be respected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find that person who will make me laugh and who will laugh with me&lt;br /&gt;to find that person who will be happy with the quiet times we share together&lt;br /&gt;to find that person who will enjoy my friends and introduce me to their friends&lt;br /&gt;to find that person who truly wants to spend time with me just because i'm me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are these such difficult things? apparently so...because i haven't found them yet&lt;br /&gt;they are things i am seeking...things i hope for...dreams i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder how i can miss them so much when i haven't ever had them in my life for any length of time...i think i had glimpses of them over the years but they were so fleeting that they just left me with a want; a desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, alone on valentine's day...a day designed for couples...reinforcement for those who are lacking that special someone...lonliness intensified...leaving me wondering if i'll ever find the things i seek....if i'll ever find someone to hold me with tenderness, to care about me, to fall in love with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113989056069571727?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113989056069571727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113989056069571727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113989056069571727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113989056069571727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-ruminations.html' title='valentine&apos;s day ruminations'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113936981583939585</id><published>2006-02-07T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:36:55.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turmoil in my head</title><content type='html'>i'm just a mess...don't know which end is up...don't know what i want in life, in or out of relationship...don't know what kind of person i want to be with...don't even know what kind of person i want to date...don't understand anything about me or my life right now...perpetual state of confusion i live in...why bother?  with anything...nothing worth it ... always get hurt in end...what's the point...just learn to be alone and someone comes along and fucks it all up...learn to be ok with them and they fuck it all up again...heart doesn't bend just breaks all the time...never seems to heal...the strength just seeps out...don't wanna be in love...hurts way too much...seeing it happen all around me lately...ppl you think have great relationships have major issues too...so is it worth it?  worth the risk?  would rather sky dive and take my chances...gamble on a crap shoot...same outcome for me...another opportunity missed...another shot in the dark that missed the mark...arrow off target completely...better to live safely than in constant hurt, pain, turmoil....no pain no gain but what have i gained?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113936981583939585?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113936981583939585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113936981583939585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113936981583939585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113936981583939585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/turmoil-in-my-head.html' title='turmoil in my head'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113730882337999635</id><published>2006-01-15T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:07:58.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>the rush of passion coursing through my veins&lt;br /&gt;the excitement of the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;desire pulsing inside me as i wait for your first touch&lt;br /&gt;my hands gently caressing you&lt;br /&gt;i hear your soft moan&lt;br /&gt;the electricity between us&lt;br /&gt;i think of these things and wonder&lt;br /&gt;where is the woman in my dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113730882337999635?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113730882337999635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113730882337999635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113730882337999635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113730882337999635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113730845547282121</id><published>2006-01-15T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:08:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>thought i was sad but found i couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;thought i was happy but found i couldn't laugh&lt;br /&gt;should be excited but instead i'm just scared&lt;br /&gt;should be sleeping but i'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;anger lurking just below the surface&lt;br /&gt;anger covering up the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;love is all i ever wanted...to be loved and to be able to love someone else&lt;br /&gt;love is still missing in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113730845547282121?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113730845547282121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113730845547282121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113730845547282121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113730845547282121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113607208328777816</id><published>2005-12-31T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:37:09.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end of year ruminations</title><content type='html'>there's a fine line between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;not always sure where one ends and the other begins&lt;br /&gt;confuses me a lot...makes me feel unsettled&lt;br /&gt;the "not knowing" the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one extreme to the other&lt;br /&gt;things either have to be black or white&lt;br /&gt;no gray allowed...always yes or no....no maybe allowed&lt;br /&gt;confuses me a lot...makes me feel unsettled&lt;br /&gt;the "not being ok" with the middle ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness and sadness....opposite ends of the spectrum&lt;br /&gt;but are they really?&lt;br /&gt;could they just be the same feeling happening at different times?&lt;br /&gt;is that why people "cry tears of happiness and joy"?&lt;br /&gt;confuses me a lot...makes me feel unsettled&lt;br /&gt;the "undecidedness" of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been through a lot this year...great highs and great lows&lt;br /&gt;the highs just don't seem to last long enough to suit me&lt;br /&gt;not sure what to do to make them last or how to retain that feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;lows always seem to be of my own doing though&lt;br /&gt;things i could have changed but didn't or don't or can't or won't&lt;br /&gt;confuses me a lot...makes me feel unsettled&lt;br /&gt;the end of one year and the start of a new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expectations for the future....always expectations&lt;br /&gt;the more you have the more apt to be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;maybe new year's resolution should be to have less expectations in life&lt;br /&gt;then disappointments in life will be less&lt;br /&gt;maybe we are supposed to be disappointed at times in order to learn and grow&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is the lesson&lt;br /&gt;confuses me a lot....makes me feel unsettled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113607208328777816?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113607208328777816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113607208328777816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113607208328777816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113607208328777816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-year-ruminations.html' title='end of year ruminations'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-113582091926833424</id><published>2005-12-28T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:48:39.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional debris</title><content type='html'>mind racing&lt;br /&gt;swirling vortex of emotions&lt;br /&gt;searching for that happy place&lt;br /&gt;where my mind is calm&lt;br /&gt;like gentle waves quietly lapping at the shore&lt;br /&gt;instead of the raging storm blowing through me&lt;br /&gt;searching.....always searching&lt;br /&gt;but that happy place has been buried&lt;br /&gt;under emotional debris that just keeps piling higher&lt;br /&gt;tiny speck of light is all that is visible of that happy place...&lt;br /&gt;soon it too will be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113582091926833424?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113582091926833424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113582091926833424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113582091926833424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113582091926833424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotional-debris.html' title='emotional debris'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-113582077368419588</id><published>2005-12-28T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:46:13.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vicious cycle</title><content type='html'>anger, resentment, negativity&lt;br /&gt;seem to take over my outlook whenever i'm hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;it's as if it's not ok for me to just feel the hurt and work through it&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just that i don't know how to work through the hurt and&lt;br /&gt;it's just easier to be angry at the world and everyone in it&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i usually know what i'm angry about either&lt;br /&gt;but i do usually know what the hurt is from&lt;br /&gt;and the anger is always misplaced&lt;br /&gt;rarely directed at the person i'm truly angry with&lt;br /&gt;unless it's directed at myself and then i'm angry with myself&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not addressing whatever caused the emotions in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;fear locks me in this vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;fear of looking at the real issues in my life and making changes in the way things are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113582077368419588?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113582077368419588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113582077368419588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113582077368419588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113582077368419588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/vicious-cycle.html' title='vicious cycle'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113573993039559379</id><published>2005-12-27T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:18:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless</title><content type='html'>it's all meaningless&lt;br /&gt;constantly asking "why?"&lt;br /&gt;no reasons&lt;br /&gt;useless information anyway&lt;br /&gt;passionless, pointless&lt;br /&gt;going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;because that is what is expected&lt;br /&gt;it's just what you do&lt;br /&gt;but it's all so inane&lt;br /&gt;youth wasted&lt;br /&gt;artificial lifetime exhausted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113573993039559379?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113573993039559379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113573993039559379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113573993039559379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113573993039559379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/meaningless.html' title='meaningless'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113573975214189129</id><published>2005-12-27T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:15:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.S.T.</title><content type='html'>L onely&lt;br /&gt;O n my own&lt;br /&gt;S olitary&lt;br /&gt;T roubling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113573975214189129?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113573975214189129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113573975214189129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113573975214189129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113573975214189129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost.html' title='L.O.S.T.'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113530327733697195</id><published>2005-12-22T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:01:17.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons</title><content type='html'>words so often go unspoken&lt;br /&gt;feelings unable to be conveyed&lt;br /&gt;insecurities overtake me&lt;br /&gt;warping my views&lt;br /&gt;clouding my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;changing my behaviors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113530327733697195?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113530327733697195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113530327733697195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530327733697195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530327733697195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/reasons.html' title='reasons'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11964312.post-113530307806369296</id><published>2005-12-22T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:59:06.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deceit</title><content type='html'>deceit, lies, things not said&lt;br /&gt;words still running laps in my head&lt;br /&gt;swirling around in a heated tempest&lt;br /&gt;creating endless turmoil and unrest&lt;br /&gt;my emotions turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;my heart ripped out and then carelessly tossed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;she didn't care, she didn't worry, she didn't feel the love lost&lt;br /&gt;i paid the price to be with her but for me it was a terribly high cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113530307806369296?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113530307806369296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113530307806369296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530307806369296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530307806369296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/deceit.html' title='deceit'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113530294719129153</id><published>2005-12-22T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:55:47.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings overwhelm</title><content type='html'>standing at the bottom of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;it's too high to climb to the top&lt;br /&gt;avalanche of emotions bury me&lt;br /&gt;don't think i can dig my way out&lt;br /&gt;it's too deep here&lt;br /&gt;they weigh heavy on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;heartache&lt;br /&gt;feelings overwhelm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113530294719129153?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113530294719129153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113530294719129153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530294719129153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113530294719129153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/feelings-overwhelm.html' title='feelings overwhelm'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113435616599680005</id><published>2005-12-11T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:56:27.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>scared to let anyone in&lt;br /&gt;scared to be hurt again&lt;br /&gt;time inches forward&lt;br /&gt;creeping along&lt;br /&gt;silent, ever watchful&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the chance&lt;br /&gt;to live again&lt;br /&gt;to love again&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too scared of the pain&lt;br /&gt;too scared&lt;br /&gt;too scared&lt;br /&gt;too scared&lt;br /&gt;too scared to take the risk of being vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time i allow myself to be vulnerable, a little piece of me is chiseled away&lt;br /&gt;til i feel like i'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;afraid of what will become of me if more is taken away...&lt;br /&gt;afraid of living&lt;br /&gt;afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;so i do nothing instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113435616599680005?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113435616599680005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113435616599680005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435616599680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435616599680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113435557939457527</id><published>2005-12-11T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:46:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wounded</title><content type='html'>knife in my heart&lt;br /&gt;bleeding inside&lt;br /&gt;scarred by circumstances&lt;br /&gt;wounds won't heal&lt;br /&gt;emotions seep out&lt;br /&gt;nothing stays in my heart anymore&lt;br /&gt;the hole just keeps growing bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more twists and turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;the less of me i feel&lt;br /&gt;losing sense of self&lt;br /&gt;anger brewing on surface&lt;br /&gt;always angry&lt;br /&gt;covers up the sadness&lt;br /&gt;easier to be angry than sad&lt;br /&gt;hurts less that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113435557939457527?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113435557939457527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113435557939457527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435557939457527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435557939457527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/wounded.html' title='wounded'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113435536150984844</id><published>2005-12-11T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:42:41.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>questions without answers</title><content type='html'>be true to yourself is what they tell me, but&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you aren't sure who you are?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you feel lost all the time?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if your heart is broken and feels like it'll never heal?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you feel like you'll never love again?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you feel like you'll never be loved again?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you feel so alone that you are drowning in your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you feel like you are a spectator in your own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you turn it all around?&lt;br /&gt;how do you make things different?&lt;br /&gt;how do you learn to trust again?&lt;br /&gt;how do you learn to love again?&lt;br /&gt;how do you learn to be true to yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113435536150984844?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113435536150984844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113435536150984844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435536150984844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113435536150984844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/questions-without-answers.html' title='questions without answers'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113409808844656523</id><published>2005-12-08T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:14:48.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>always missing the mark&lt;br /&gt;reaching, stretching, seeking my holy grail&lt;br /&gt;only to come up empty handed yet again&lt;br /&gt;and still i continue on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persevering in my plight&lt;br /&gt;like a ship stalled at sea&lt;br /&gt;tossed and turned on the waves of my life&lt;br /&gt;and still i continue on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering, wishing, hoping&lt;br /&gt;that glimmer in the distance&lt;br /&gt;clawing my way to the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113409808844656523?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113409808844656523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113409808844656523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409808844656523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409808844656523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113409780254716032</id><published>2005-12-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:10:02.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fog of my life</title><content type='html'>numbness crawling over me&lt;br /&gt;covering me like a blanket&lt;br /&gt;walking thru the fog of my life&lt;br /&gt;seeing shadows instead of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is subsiding&lt;br /&gt;feelings whittled down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;splinters of my past&lt;br /&gt;ghosts of lives gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time marches forward&lt;br /&gt;never slowing its pace&lt;br /&gt;thoughts always in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;emotions have lost the race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113409780254716032?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113409780254716032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113409780254716032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409780254716032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409780254716032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/fog-of-my-life.html' title='fog of my life'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113409750114903949</id><published>2005-12-08T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:05:01.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>safer that way</title><content type='html'>closed off&lt;br /&gt;sealed shut&lt;br /&gt;emotions hidden from sight&lt;br /&gt;safer that way&lt;br /&gt;no chance of hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch from outside myself&lt;br /&gt;participate thru a screen&lt;br /&gt;as if on film&lt;br /&gt;images there but not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury the pain&lt;br /&gt;swallow the fears&lt;br /&gt;deeper i sink inside myself&lt;br /&gt;safer that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113409750114903949?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113409750114903949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113409750114903949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409750114903949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113409750114903949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/safer-that-way.html' title='safer that way'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113344413969983884</id><published>2005-12-01T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:35:39.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>demons</title><content type='html'>demons in my head&lt;br /&gt;scrambling my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;wrapping around my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering where my angel is&lt;br /&gt;the one who will tame the demons&lt;br /&gt;calm the roller coaster ride i'm on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113344413969983884?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113344413969983884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113344413969983884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113344413969983884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113344413969983884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/demons.html' title='demons'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113337479855146837</id><published>2005-11-30T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:19:58.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>accepting</title><content type='html'>Accepting what fate has to offer&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that which will never be&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that it's the journey not the destination that is important&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that the world doesn't revolve around me&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that I'm a small part of the reality of others&lt;br /&gt;Accepting me for who I am with all of my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that life just "is"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113337479855146837?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113337479855146837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113337479855146837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113337479855146837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113337479855146837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/accepting.html' title='accepting'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113337438986179188</id><published>2005-11-30T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:13:09.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing there</title><content type='html'>Nothing there&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness &lt;br /&gt;devoid of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Black hole&lt;br /&gt;sinking&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a flood of solitude&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand pulling me deeper&lt;br /&gt;Grasping at air&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113337438986179188?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113337438986179188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113337438986179188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113337438986179188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113337438986179188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-there.html' title='nothing there'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113336208517540021</id><published>2005-11-30T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:48:05.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inside my head</title><content type='html'>where do you go when there is no one left?&lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you are alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my head&lt;br /&gt;thoughts bouncing around&lt;br /&gt;disconnected fleeting random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you don't like the noise?&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you can't shut it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my head&lt;br /&gt;the cacophony drones on&lt;br /&gt;nothing to quiet the reverberations in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113336208517540021?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113336208517540021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113336208517540021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113336208517540021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113336208517540021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/inside-my-head.html' title='inside my head'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113336108835585292</id><published>2005-11-30T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:31:28.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion reigns supreme</title><content type='html'>self seeking continues&lt;br /&gt;but still i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;fearful of what i might learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts run wild&lt;br /&gt;like stallions untamed&lt;br /&gt;all directions at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cohesion ... no sense&lt;br /&gt;random associations&lt;br /&gt;everything tangential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion reigns supreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113336108835585292?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113336108835585292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113336108835585292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113336108835585292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113336108835585292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/confusion-reigns-supreme.html' title='confusion reigns supreme'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113277178177949988</id><published>2005-11-23T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:49:41.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but still i'm alone</title><content type='html'>dreaming of your touch&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;but still i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;and you remain nothing but a mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind conjures images&lt;br /&gt;of my wants and desires&lt;br /&gt;but still i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;and you remain in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a part of me that is missing?&lt;br /&gt;this endless searching that i do&lt;br /&gt;but still i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;and you remain a shadow in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113277178177949988?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113277178177949988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113277178177949988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113277178177949988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113277178177949988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-still-im-alone.html' title='but still i&apos;m alone'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113224873542966380</id><published>2005-11-17T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:32:15.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kaleidoscope</title><content type='html'>kaleidoscope of emotions....&lt;br /&gt;jagged edged...distorted images&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the prism to return&lt;br /&gt;where everything flows smoothly together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever find that spot?&lt;br /&gt;will the emotions ever stop wounding my heart?&lt;br /&gt;will the pain ease up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to flatline my emotions...&lt;br /&gt;stop the hurt&lt;br /&gt;stop the thoughts from taking over my brain&lt;br /&gt;but the ramblings in my head just continue to ransack my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113224873542966380?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113224873542966380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113224873542966380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113224873542966380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113224873542966380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/kaleidoscope.html' title='kaleidoscope'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113222389715742462</id><published>2005-11-17T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T05:38:17.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness</title><content type='html'>close the door&lt;br /&gt;shut the light&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness no one can see the tears&lt;br /&gt;cuddling with myself&lt;br /&gt;trying to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness the fears come to the surface&lt;br /&gt;facing them alone&lt;br /&gt;reminding myself to breathe&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness i lay very still&lt;br /&gt;waiting for daylight&lt;br /&gt;waiting to open the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113222389715742462?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113222389715742462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113222389715742462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113222389715742462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113222389715742462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/darkness.html' title='darkness'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113220163927184934</id><published>2005-11-16T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:27:19.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nights</title><content type='html'>staring at the moon&lt;br /&gt;wishing on a star&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you noticed the same moon&lt;br /&gt;or wished on the same star&lt;br /&gt;for just a second i hope we connected&lt;br /&gt;but then a cloud crossed the moon&lt;br /&gt;and the star was covered from view&lt;br /&gt;and i knew in my heart that the connection&lt;br /&gt;was just wishful thinking on my part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113220163927184934?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113220163927184934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113220163927184934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113220163927184934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113220163927184934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/nights.html' title='nights'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-113220044579692563</id><published>2005-11-16T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:07:25.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lacking content</title><content type='html'>it feels as if i'm in a glass jar&lt;br /&gt;not all the time, but more often than i'd like&lt;br /&gt;almost there&lt;br /&gt;but not quite&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i'm invisible&lt;br /&gt;participating but not fully&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just going thru the motions&lt;br /&gt;acting as if everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;hoping that maybe by acting "as if"&lt;br /&gt;it will become reality&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lacking content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-113220044579692563?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113220044579692563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=113220044579692563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113220044579692563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/113220044579692563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/lacking-content.html' title='lacking content'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112395045654419490</id><published>2005-08-13T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:27:36.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shadows</title><content type='html'>living in a world of shadows&lt;br /&gt;thinly veiled attempts at reality&lt;br /&gt;reaching out to touch illusions&lt;br /&gt;they disappear as if on a breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sand castles in the sky&lt;br /&gt;washed away by a sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;riptides pulling me into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;flooding the canyons in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imperfections glaring in the light&lt;br /&gt;accomplishments eclipsed by the dark&lt;br /&gt;emotions weighing heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;living in a world of shadows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112395045654419490?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112395045654419490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112395045654419490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112395045654419490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112395045654419490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/08/shadows.html' title='shadows'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112311356525924973</id><published>2005-08-03T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:00:03.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>lost&lt;br /&gt;something missing&lt;br /&gt;seeking searching&lt;br /&gt;seeing only darkness&lt;br /&gt;hearing only silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to run away&lt;br /&gt;but everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;there i am&lt;br /&gt;can't run from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't find the part that's missing&lt;br /&gt;not sure what i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;pieces parts&lt;br /&gt;not whole&lt;br /&gt;just lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112311356525924973?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112311356525924973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112311356525924973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112311356525924973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112311356525924973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/08/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112191613648213426</id><published>2005-07-20T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:55:56.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ease of existence</title><content type='html'>2 weeks of harmony&lt;br /&gt;peace, serenity&lt;br /&gt;ease of existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of heaven&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy, pleasure&lt;br /&gt;ease of existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of happiness&lt;br /&gt;love, contentment&lt;br /&gt;ease of existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112191613648213426?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112191613648213426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112191613648213426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191613648213426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191613648213426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/ease-of-existence.html' title='ease of existence'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112191603197415530</id><published>2005-07-20T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:24:31.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeking, searching&lt;br /&gt;for an ever elusive concept&lt;br /&gt;ray of hope, feels like a dream&lt;br /&gt;wishing, praying&lt;br /&gt;to hold onto this fleeting feeling&lt;br /&gt;for longer than a moment&lt;br /&gt;before it is snatched from my grasp&lt;br /&gt;before the hurt sets in&lt;br /&gt;that neverending heartache&lt;br /&gt;that seems to lie in wait&lt;br /&gt;for the chance to dim my sights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112191603197415530?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112191603197415530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112191603197415530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191603197415530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191603197415530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/seeking-searching-for-ever-elusive.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112191594733655282</id><published>2005-07-20T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:19:07.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shut the door&lt;br /&gt;lock it tight&lt;br /&gt;keep out the hurt&lt;br /&gt;dull the heartache&lt;br /&gt;it's there, just below the surface&lt;br /&gt;can feel it&lt;br /&gt;the knot, the pain&lt;br /&gt;fighting to keep it down&lt;br /&gt;bury it deeper inside&lt;br /&gt;where it waits patiently&lt;br /&gt;for my unsuspecting soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112191594733655282?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112191594733655282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112191594733655282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191594733655282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112191594733655282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/shut-door-lock-it-tight-keep-out-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112128790063643305</id><published>2005-07-13T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:51:40.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>insecurity running rampant through my brain&lt;br /&gt;working on keeping it at bay&lt;br /&gt;listen to the words&lt;br /&gt;take them at face value&lt;br /&gt;believe that what is said is what is meant&lt;br /&gt;and the insecurity will diminish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112128790063643305?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112128790063643305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112128790063643305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112128790063643305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112128790063643305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/insecurity-running-rampant-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112126914371232550</id><published>2005-07-13T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:39:03.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks</title><content type='html'>when she was here with me&lt;br /&gt;two weeks of ecstasy, harmony, bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everything reminds me of her&lt;br /&gt;lonliness, sadness, desire, longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile when i think of her&lt;br /&gt;smile when i remember the visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear her voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;feel her touch on my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;return to the happiness again&lt;br /&gt;in her arms i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forward i go...steadily forward&lt;br /&gt;waiting until i can see her again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112126914371232550?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112126914371232550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112126914371232550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112126914371232550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112126914371232550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/two-weeks.html' title='two weeks'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-112126864708954728</id><published>2005-07-13T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:30:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>focused on fear</title><content type='html'>fear....focused on fear&lt;br /&gt;fear of life&lt;br /&gt;fear of love&lt;br /&gt;fear of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared....focused on fear&lt;br /&gt;scared to face reality&lt;br /&gt;scared to let feelings show&lt;br /&gt;scared of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-112126864708954728?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112126864708954728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=112126864708954728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112126864708954728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/112126864708954728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/focused-on-fear.html' title='focused on fear'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111952590249705174</id><published>2005-06-23T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:25:02.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>confusion reigns supreme&lt;br /&gt;what to do&lt;br /&gt;where to go&lt;br /&gt;who to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to others&lt;br /&gt;who don't understand&lt;br /&gt;they don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;to love outside the norm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;an intense ache inside&lt;br /&gt;if it's wrong, why does it feel so right&lt;br /&gt;it just all seems so hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111952590249705174?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111952590249705174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111952590249705174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111952590249705174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111952590249705174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111893165275753565</id><published>2005-06-16T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:20:52.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is a treadmill&lt;br /&gt;or a stationary bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i keep going but never getting anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch the scenery pass by&lt;br /&gt;but it's all just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;a movie on a screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time standing still&lt;br /&gt;time moving on&lt;br /&gt;but yet everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i follow the road&lt;br /&gt;but it's going in a circle&lt;br /&gt;i've seen these sights before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111893165275753565?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111893165275753565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111893165275753565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893165275753565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893165275753565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-life-is-treadmill-or-stationary.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111893117766564439</id><published>2005-06-16T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:12:57.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>storm in my head&lt;br /&gt;rip tides pulling me away from shore&lt;br /&gt;drowning me in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming upstream&lt;br /&gt;always a struggle&lt;br /&gt;yet still i travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chosen path&lt;br /&gt;filled with thorns&lt;br /&gt;stabbing, poking, scratching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinking in quicksand&lt;br /&gt;every step going deeper&lt;br /&gt;grabbing at nothing and slipping further down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111893117766564439?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111893117766564439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111893117766564439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893117766564439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893117766564439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/storm-in-my-head-rip-tides-pulling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111893086495130610</id><published>2005-06-16T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:07:44.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing received</title><content type='html'>static in my brain&lt;br /&gt;connection is gone&lt;br /&gt;nothing received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are scrambled&lt;br /&gt;meanings are lost&lt;br /&gt;nothing received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;disconnected symbols&lt;br /&gt;nothing received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free association&lt;br /&gt;useless information&lt;br /&gt;nothing received&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111893086495130610?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111893086495130610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111893086495130610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893086495130610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111893086495130610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-received.html' title='nothing received'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111866558511414257</id><published>2005-06-13T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T07:26:25.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>secret</title><content type='html'>I'm a secret...&lt;br /&gt;your dirty secret...&lt;br /&gt;one you seem to hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shadow...&lt;br /&gt;a part of you but not really there...&lt;br /&gt;one you seem to hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shell...&lt;br /&gt;something you collected along the way...&lt;br /&gt;one you seem to hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no one...&lt;br /&gt;a figment of your imagination...&lt;br /&gt;one you seem to hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everyone you pass on the street...&lt;br /&gt;the faceless stranger walking by your life...&lt;br /&gt;the person you wish you could take the risk to meet...&lt;br /&gt;I'm your secret&lt;br /&gt;I'm your shadow&lt;br /&gt;I'm your shell&lt;br /&gt;I'm no one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111866558511414257?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111866558511414257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111866558511414257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111866558511414257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111866558511414257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/secret.html' title='secret'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111825706663293492</id><published>2005-06-08T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:57:46.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where my thoughts take me</title><content type='html'>like alice in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;through the looking glass i go&lt;br /&gt;where everything is distorted&lt;br /&gt;out of sorts&lt;br /&gt;caricatures of real life&lt;br /&gt;this is where my thoughts take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster ride of emotions&lt;br /&gt;extreme highs and extreme lows&lt;br /&gt;sudden turns and twists of fate&lt;br /&gt;knuckles turning white from holding on so tight&lt;br /&gt;death grip on life&lt;br /&gt;this is where my thoughts take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmares and horror films&lt;br /&gt;freaks and ghouls&lt;br /&gt;halloween in my head every day of the year&lt;br /&gt;fear deep down in my bones&lt;br /&gt;inching me forward in life&lt;br /&gt;this is where my thoughts take me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111825706663293492?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111825706663293492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111825706663293492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111825706663293492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111825706663293492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-where-my-thoughts-take-me.html' title='this is where my thoughts take me'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111825673502710297</id><published>2005-06-08T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:52:15.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confusion in my head&lt;br /&gt;sadness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;gnawing away at my center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fears are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;forced to confront them&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like what i see&lt;br /&gt;don't like what i feel&lt;br /&gt;don't like where i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not whole&lt;br /&gt;pieces and parts&lt;br /&gt;chiseled away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111825673502710297?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111825673502710297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111825673502710297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111825673502710297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111825673502710297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/confusion-in-my-head-sadness-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111816214958518792</id><published>2005-06-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:35:49.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm wrong</title><content type='html'>when you screw things up, how do you fix it?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea....but i screwed up&lt;br /&gt;and now things are broken&lt;br /&gt;not completely snapped apart&lt;br /&gt;but not working properly&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to fix it&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm the one who broke it&lt;br /&gt;the ache inside&lt;br /&gt;the pain i caused&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to correct&lt;br /&gt;just rears up again&lt;br /&gt;mostly when i think things are starting to get better&lt;br /&gt;i realize i'm wrong...yet again....as usual...like always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111816214958518792?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111816214958518792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111816214958518792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111816214958518792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111816214958518792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-wrong.html' title='i&apos;m wrong'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111816164645387672</id><published>2005-06-07T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:27:26.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the damage done</title><content type='html'>heartache, heartbreak, bitterness&lt;br /&gt;actions caused these feelings&lt;br /&gt;my actions....&lt;br /&gt;damage done...&lt;br /&gt;wounded another soul&lt;br /&gt;unintentional...&lt;br /&gt;sadness, hurt, pain&lt;br /&gt;my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;can't repair&lt;br /&gt;the damage done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111816164645387672?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111816164645387672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111816164645387672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111816164645387672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111816164645387672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/damage-done.html' title='the damage done'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111765792343861561</id><published>2005-06-01T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:32:03.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't call</title><content type='html'>where are you?&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;are deep and dark&lt;br /&gt;still you don't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;heart in pieces&lt;br /&gt;and still you don't call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111765792343861561?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111765792343861561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111765792343861561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765792343861561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765792343861561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-dont-call.html' title='you don&apos;t call'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111765751296515157</id><published>2005-06-01T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:25:12.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>waiting and wondering&lt;br /&gt;always at odds&lt;br /&gt;mostly with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting and wondering&lt;br /&gt;for and about what?&lt;br /&gt;big question with no answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever know&lt;br /&gt;what i'm waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;what i'm wondering about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111765751296515157?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111765751296515157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111765751296515157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765751296515157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765751296515157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111765643919988613</id><published>2005-06-01T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:07:19.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>solitary woman&lt;br /&gt;at peace with herself&lt;br /&gt;this is not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitary woman&lt;br /&gt;at odds with herself&lt;br /&gt;this is not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitary woman&lt;br /&gt;if this is not me&lt;br /&gt;then who am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111765643919988613?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111765643919988613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111765643919988613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765643919988613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765643919988613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/solitary-woman-at-peace-with-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111765619946631708</id><published>2005-06-01T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:05:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alone and lonely</title><content type='html'>alone&lt;br /&gt;lonely&lt;br /&gt;are they the same?&lt;br /&gt;are they different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone without being lonely&lt;br /&gt;and i can be lonely without being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm feeling both lonely and alone&lt;br /&gt;emotions overflowing&lt;br /&gt;volcano about to erupt&lt;br /&gt;tears will fall like lava&lt;br /&gt;running freely....burning as they go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111765619946631708?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111765619946631708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111765619946631708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765619946631708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111765619946631708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/alone-and-lonely.html' title='alone and lonely'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111764088579620215</id><published>2005-06-01T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:48:05.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>sadness overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;wrong can't be fixed&lt;br /&gt;or can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruined things&lt;br /&gt;but truth came out&lt;br /&gt;how to make things right again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost the trust&lt;br /&gt;lost the respect&lt;br /&gt;all because of an omission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have told&lt;br /&gt;should have told&lt;br /&gt;should have told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it have mattered?&lt;br /&gt;would it have made a difference?&lt;br /&gt;maybe....maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness now overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;hurt is deep for both&lt;br /&gt;can it be fixed?&lt;br /&gt;can it be changed?&lt;br /&gt;can it be better again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111764088579620215?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111764088579620215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111764088579620215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111764088579620215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111764088579620215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111750679203907283</id><published>2005-05-30T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:33:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;around my heart again&lt;br /&gt;protecting against the hurt&lt;br /&gt;that always seems to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to open myself up&lt;br /&gt;to let myself feel&lt;br /&gt;wanting that...&lt;br /&gt;but the ache returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shuts me down again&lt;br /&gt;makes me monitor my words&lt;br /&gt;careful with what i say&lt;br /&gt;fear takes over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened too many times to count&lt;br /&gt;maybe what i was told all those years ago is true&lt;br /&gt;don't fall in love&lt;br /&gt;or they'll go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep my feelings buried inside&lt;br /&gt;don't wear them on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;no ties...no strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hurt...no pain...&lt;br /&gt;no ache in my heart&lt;br /&gt;keep my emotions at bay&lt;br /&gt;and maybe my heart won't break again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111750679203907283?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111750679203907283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111750679203907283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750679203907283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750679203907283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/walls-are-closing-in-around-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111750606582983941</id><published>2005-05-30T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:21:05.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just out of reach....just out of focus...&lt;br /&gt;head is cloudy...foggy....a mist...&lt;br /&gt;searching the swamp of my mind&lt;br /&gt;to find the right question...&lt;br /&gt;maybe then i'll know what answer i'm missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111750606582983941?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111750606582983941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111750606582983941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750606582983941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750606582983941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-out-of-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111750603118303197</id><published>2005-05-30T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:20:31.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>i question my life&lt;br /&gt;my existence...my reasons&lt;br /&gt;i try and understand but don't always succeed&lt;br /&gt;looking for answers to questions unknown&lt;br /&gt;is there something missing?&lt;br /&gt;or am i missing me?&lt;br /&gt;what am i seeking?&lt;br /&gt;will i ever know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111750603118303197?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111750603118303197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111750603118303197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750603118303197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750603118303197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111750537308571565</id><published>2005-05-30T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:09:33.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is there a lesson here?</title><content type='html'>why the sad heart?&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;is it a dream, a nightmare, an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;is there a lesson here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasy or reality?&lt;br /&gt;imagined or real?&lt;br /&gt;is there a purpose?&lt;br /&gt;is there a lesson here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to learn what i need&lt;br /&gt;in order to go on&lt;br /&gt;to survive or to live?&lt;br /&gt;is there a lesson here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111750537308571565?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111750537308571565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111750537308571565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750537308571565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111750537308571565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-there-lesson-here.html' title='is there a lesson here?'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111731072047412430</id><published>2005-05-28T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:05:20.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>words to describe me</title><content type='html'>sad&lt;br /&gt;lonely&lt;br /&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;words to describe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;full&lt;br /&gt;words to describe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i'm all and nothing&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rumblings of discontent stir within me&lt;br /&gt;how to quiet the noise in my head?&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;words to describe me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111731072047412430?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111731072047412430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111731072047412430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111731072047412430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111731072047412430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-to-describe-me.html' title='words to describe me'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111731019977713634</id><published>2005-05-28T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:56:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>desire</title><content type='html'>desire&lt;br /&gt;yearning&lt;br /&gt;wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lust&lt;br /&gt;burning&lt;br /&gt;needing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;endless&lt;br /&gt;timeless&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111731019977713634?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111731019977713634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111731019977713634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111731019977713634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111731019977713634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/desire.html' title='desire'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111650816889691253</id><published>2005-05-19T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T08:09:28.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shared tears</title><content type='html'>where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;the ones who cared?&lt;br /&gt;the ones who listened?&lt;br /&gt;who comforted?&lt;br /&gt;who shared?&lt;br /&gt;  my hopes and dreams and desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they bitch&lt;br /&gt;they tell me i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;i look to the distance&lt;br /&gt;and they tell me i need to look right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think they know best&lt;br /&gt;what's good for me&lt;br /&gt;they discount my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and they discount me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they know my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;do they know my fears?&lt;br /&gt;just because i once shared my tears?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111650816889691253?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111650816889691253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111650816889691253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111650816889691253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111650816889691253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/shared-tears.html' title='shared tears'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111642112023598522</id><published>2005-05-18T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:58:40.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>calling your name</title><content type='html'>calling your name&lt;br /&gt;no answer is there&lt;br /&gt;silence i hear&lt;br /&gt;words fall on emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to hold&lt;br /&gt;arms stretch out&lt;br /&gt;grasping at air&lt;br /&gt;dark all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;sad and torn&lt;br /&gt;what feels right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;happiness is elusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality is false&lt;br /&gt;all lies no truth&lt;br /&gt;calling your name&lt;br /&gt;you are not there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111642112023598522?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111642112023598522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111642112023598522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111642112023598522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111642112023598522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/calling-your-name.html' title='calling your name'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111478283166072040</id><published>2005-04-29T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:45:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy or sad</title><content type='html'>It's weird.......how i can be happy and sad at the same time.....new friend.......makes me smile...look forward to talking to her....i want someone to hold me...someone i can hold.......i miss that.....miss the sex too.......but mostly i just miss being held...being made to feel special......like i matter to someone......don't have that yet......will someday i'm sure......but just not yet......maybe it's not my time to have that yet.......everything happens for a reason...and it's not my place to understand......just need to learn acceptance......if i learn that lesson maybe i won't be sad so much anymore.......not willing to go back on meds.....unless that sadness gets to be too much to handle......it's not there yet........hopefully i can keep it at bay.......but back to new friend........L is sweet......funny.....makes me laugh on the phone......lives in toronto.......why is everyone so far away? don't understand that....but prolly a good thing for L...she's not out......never been with a woman.......but has always wanted to......at least that's what she told me.......has kissed a woman before...is scared tho...but still wants to meet me.....in town on vacation.....we talked on the phone the first time for 4 1/2 hours.......without uncomfortable silences....was able to really talk...not about sex but about all kinds of things......made me feel good.......felt nice.......didn't even exchange pics.....it's not only sex....it's good........have spent lots of time this week on phone with her.....gonna meet up with L next week.......part of me is scared and nervous and excited all at once....part of me is just the cocky cover for all the other feelings........i just know i smile when i hear her voice.....she's worried about the future...what happens if we do click in person?? guess she's feeling some of the same things as me.......that makes me happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111478283166072040?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111478283166072040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111478283166072040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111478283166072040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111478283166072040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-or-sad.html' title='happy or sad'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111444644726189964</id><published>2005-04-25T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:40:18.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more random thoughts</title><content type='html'>i need to start learning to not have my heart so involved in things...i used to be really good at that....just removing my feelings....well, not so sure i removed them, just buried them so deep inside that they didn't get hurt...somewhere along the line, i uncovered them...and laid them out there for all to see....and now i seem to have difficulty burying them again...or even protecting them....they seem to be worn on my sleeve...out in the open...showing the scars of battles long since past...so wounded that they can't be covered up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111444644726189964?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111444644726189964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111444644726189964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111444644726189964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111444644726189964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-random-thoughts.html' title='more random thoughts'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111280023869589730</id><published>2005-04-06T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:39:32.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings continued</title><content type='html'>well...my fears have subsided a little.....but my insecurities are still out in full force....don't know how to fix that....LIE....i do know how but i'm not willing yet......totally know the difference between right and wrong....between good and bad...yet not willing to do anything different to change things....sucks sometimes...being an adult is not as much fun as i thought it would be when i was a kid......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message board has a thread today on This I Believe...&lt;br /&gt;here's what i believe...at least today&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe I don't know as much as I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe that love shouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe my parents don't know everything but they know a lot more than I gave them credit for when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe reality is sometimes just a figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe I am not perfect and don't strive for perfection...but strive for progress in all I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was harder to write that than i thought it would be....had to really think about what it is that i believe....i expected it to be easy to write...but i had to really think ... guess i could have written just anything but wanted to really write from my inner spot....think i need to do that more right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very introspective these past couple of days...not sure why or where it's coming from...get like that sometimes...don't always like when it happens...tend to get mushy and sentimental and such....not sure if i like myself when i get like that...well...not sure if i like that side of myself ... guess it's all part of me so i just have to deal with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111280023869589730?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111280023869589730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111280023869589730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111280023869589730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111280023869589730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/ramblings-continued.html' title='ramblings continued'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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-11964312.post-111278646413238956</id><published>2005-04-06T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:38:12.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>random thoughts from an idle mind......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a waste...an idle mind...my mind tends to wander...free to roam...sort of like free association these days....not focused on any one thing...well, not true...mind is focused on certain things..but it's not good for me to dwell there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11964312-111278646413238956?l=carensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111278646413238956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11964312&amp;postID=111278646413238956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111278646413238956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11964312/posts/default/111278646413238956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>conversegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12358803680549819348</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>
