<?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-1312943759475166278</id><updated>2011-12-09T20:43:47.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brighter than his sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5994848354228391004</id><published>2011-08-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:55:09.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DONT USE THIS BLOG ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;hi :) i dont ever write on this blog anymore, i do have a photography site, and id love if you would follow me! http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/ I keep this blog up though, because I still get feedback that my writings help people, and that makes me feel so very blessed. Thank you all for your kind words, it truly means the most to me. I am pretty happy with my life now. My boyfriend and 2 beautiful nieces make my life so beautiful, and I am grateful to all the right and wrong roads I have went in my life, that have took me to where I am today. Always stay strong, and never lose the person you are inside. Thank you all again for following this blog. much love &amp;lt;3&lt;div&gt;3&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzYCfr5GAH0/TlSgCq__p5I/AAAAAAAABTE/9p60v00PkNg/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644312200764958610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5994848354228391004?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5994848354228391004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5994848354228391004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5994848354228391004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5994848354228391004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-use-this-blog-anymore.html' title='I DONT USE THIS BLOG ANYMORE'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzYCfr5GAH0/TlSgCq__p5I/AAAAAAAABTE/9p60v00PkNg/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6921857285948199145</id><published>2010-06-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:22:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/TCwjxsJ8b0I/AAAAAAAAAec/zB2ggOe6L7E/s1600/mary9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488801382431223618" style="WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/TCwjxsJ8b0I/AAAAAAAAAec/zB2ggOe6L7E/s400/mary9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Unless you love someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing else makes any sense."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/TCwjxHspYmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UAMu9Kr_1TQ/s1600/june15+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488801372644663906" style="WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/TCwjxHspYmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UAMu9Kr_1TQ/s400/june15+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6921857285948199145?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6921857285948199145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6921857285948199145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6921857285948199145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6921857285948199145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-someone.html' title='love someone'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/TCwjxsJ8b0I/AAAAAAAAAec/zB2ggOe6L7E/s72-c/mary9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3979361552378053010</id><published>2010-05-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:09:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bnm84AdAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ig-CbrojlcY/s1600/mikey+cute+kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473817053477499906" style="WIDTH: 451px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 672px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bnm84AdAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ig-CbrojlcY/s400/mikey+cute+kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All your money and possessions, they mean nothing in the span of time. Open your eyes and see the real life. We can make a difference if we try. Love, sweet love, will sustain us. Love will overcome. We'll be as one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bm3sSlXJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/G94HXAjFZ3k/s1600/mikey+me+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473816241571716242" style="WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bm3sSlXJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/G94HXAjFZ3k/s400/mikey+me+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the past I have wrote about the relationships I have been in. And honestly I thank God for all the good and bad I went thru in those times, because that has led me to the boy I'm with now. His name is Michael Aaron, and I have truly never loved anyone the way I love him. I know I am a fallen human being, and can not love perfectly, but my love for him is pretty close. I never met someone who can take all my pain away like he does. When I cry, he comforts, when i smile, he laughs, when I hug, he holds, and when i fall, he catches. As silly as it sounds, he is my sky, and I am his sun. I would never want to picture my life without him, and I truly believe he is my one and only, my only one. He is my then, now, and always. And he makes my life more beautiful than it has ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3979361552378053010?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3979361552378053010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3979361552378053010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3979361552378053010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3979361552378053010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding.html' title='Love, Sweet Love'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bnm84AdAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ig-CbrojlcY/s72-c/mikey+cute+kiss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8095177254017862769</id><published>2010-05-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:27:28.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 percent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bebFE-J4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vGVV1YDLcig/s1600/mirror+grass+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473806953916278658" style="WIDTH: 545px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bebFE-J4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vGVV1YDLcig/s400/mirror+grass+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently made a blog just focusing on my photography. However, its very hard to stay motivated. I really love taking pictures, but most people dont appreciate that art as much as just people ranting about their lives or making dumb youtube videos. The world is kind of a dumb place to be honest. I have to say 80% of the people I have met, I don't think have any true purpose on this planet, other than makin me a stronger person, because I have to deal with their bullshit. Yet, 20% of people get me thru this life, and make me think that the world is not so bad, and people do truly care. So for the 20% that care, I hope you enjoy my words and art. Please visit my new site, http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/. I wish you all much love. And in conclusion, I will leave you with this quote. "You gotta hurt in order to know. Fall in order to grow. Lose in order to gain. Because most of life's lessons are learned in pain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8095177254017862769?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8095177254017862769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8095177254017862769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8095177254017862769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8095177254017862769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-percent.html' title='20 percent'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S_bebFE-J4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vGVV1YDLcig/s72-c/mirror+grass+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5440449339367836312</id><published>2010-04-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:15:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my photography blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5440449339367836312?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5440449339367836312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5440449339367836312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5440449339367836312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5440449339367836312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-photography-blog.html' title='my photography blog'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3070928233085046341</id><published>2010-04-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:18:46.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relive the start</title><content type='html'>This is a video i made with my photography. Hope you all enjoy it. Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rw7JOUZiQdM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3070928233085046341?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3070928233085046341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3070928233085046341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3070928233085046341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3070928233085046341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/relive-start.html' title='relive the start'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1739058186451792093</id><published>2010-04-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:40:25.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want you to know who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S79mg66DmyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rK7Sqz7QHPQ/s1600/mikey+easter+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S79mg66DmyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rK7Sqz7QHPQ/s400/mikey+easter+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458193989150939938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S79l4T9E78I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PyDioKPfNJc/s1600/mikey+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S79l4T9E78I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PyDioKPfNJc/s400/mikey+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458193291499859906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now been with my boyfriend michael aaron for over 6months, and things are so good. I'm so blessed that he came into my life when I was about to give up on everyone. I have never met someone who I just clicked with so much. We both truly understand each other. At the end of the day we just get each other so well, and its a beautiful thing. He puts the sun in my life and I thank God for him everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1739058186451792093?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1739058186451792093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1739058186451792093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1739058186451792093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1739058186451792093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-want-you-to-know-who-i-am.html' title='I just want you to know who I am'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S79mg66DmyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rK7Sqz7QHPQ/s72-c/mikey+easter+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6955176865504919557</id><published>2010-03-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:09:13.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop abuse</title><content type='html'>"I've made mistakes in my life. I've let people take advantage of me and I've accepted way less than I deserve. But, I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write this note for anyone who has been or is in an abusive relationship. I want to be totally honest and say that I have been in abusive relationships (meaning verbal, physical, or emtional abuse) "Live and learn" sums up the quote I have above. Yet, constantly I see mostly girls going back to abusive guys, and it kills me. Because they r slowly letting someone destroy them. They let a guy use and abuse them and stay because they were told people can change. They were told if someone truly loves you, than they will change. Im not saying your dumb if you think that, bc people do change for the better sometimes, but often old habbits die hard. And let me be the first to tell you, just bc they love you, does not mean they will change. This is probably pointless for me to write, but if i affect one person with this, than I've done something right. With that being said, I have been tore apart by guys i loved. Sometimes I cant even sleep thinking of how I let people in the past treat me. I mean at the time there are always great days. This is where I think its easy for people to judge. People say why cant they leave someone who puts you down or hits you, how can u want to be with that? And its not like that. Well from my experineces, its always been dr jerkyl, mr hyde. Its very bipolar. The abuser is often amazing at times, and than out of nowhere becomes almost demonic with how they abuse you. But even though they maybe amazing 50% of the time, that is not good enough if the other 50% of the time they are telling you to go fuck off, or slap you, or ignore yours calls, or constanly lie. No one should stick around for someone to bring you so high than crash you down to make u feel completely worthless. Because feeling that way is one of the worst lows you can feel. I started writing this because I was deletling old messages from my past and me being the dumb manic girl I am, began to read it. It sickens me the stuff I let a boyfriend say to me and how i stayed and how I gave that person my all. Going thru those times brought me to who I am today, and I would like to think it made me a stronger better person. yet, I dont know. Things in my past have really destroyed me and i can't get some parts of me back. Memories can kill you if you let them and some days I still want an "I'm sorry" but that will never change what was done. If you are with sumone who is mentally or physically hurting you, "I'm sorry" will never and should never fix anything. Letters, flowers, promises of change, etc. can not change that person and will not. "Love them and release them. Truth feeds back in its own way and time." So stop trying to fix them, change them, save them. I have been there and I have done that, and all I did was end up becoming this sad untrusting insecure girl with a messed up heart. I am truly blessed I got through all of it and now I'm in a happy relationship with a boy that treats me like a princess, and I dont care how corny that sounds but we all deserve that. In conclusion, to anyone who has ever been abused.."Scars remind us of where we have been, but they dont have to dictate where we are going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S56FhCBfQBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eQjhImxFtOI/s1600-h/road+thanksgivin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S56FhCBfQBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eQjhImxFtOI/s400/road+thanksgivin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939401690169362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6955176865504919557?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6955176865504919557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6955176865504919557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6955176865504919557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6955176865504919557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-abuse.html' title='stop abuse'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S56FhCBfQBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eQjhImxFtOI/s72-c/road+thanksgivin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3985281470294607134</id><published>2010-03-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:39:22.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never lose it</title><content type='html'>I usually dont write normal post, but i have a question. Do u lose your talent? I use to be pretty decent at drawing, and now everytime i attempt to draw something it turns out awful and I find myself becoming extremely angry and depressed because of it. I use to really love to draw. I assumed just like someone can ride a bike, you dont lose that, or the gift to sing or dance. Can u lose a talent? Besides that question, just everything seems to get me down lately. I have lost the motivation to do much with my life. I see people going to college and graduate with no job and than joining the army or going back to their part time job. I dropped out awhile back. I decided college wasnt the place for me. I was going there to pursue art. Yet, I didnt feel inspired. I felt depressed, overwhelmed and angry that u have to pay money and go to school to take pointless classes to achieve what you want to do in this world. Their are days i dont even know why i have this blog. I mean do people truly care? Does anyone like anyone? Have we all just lost our souls in this unhonest hell of a world? Maybe nothing is true, or maybe everything is true. And I mean who is to say it is or it isnt? All i know is I live for the little things in this world. Those are the only things that keep me going. My only request and conclusion to all of this is to please not let this world tear you down. Let your gift shine and never lose the talents God has given you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3985281470294607134?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3985281470294607134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3985281470294607134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3985281470294607134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3985281470294607134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-lose-it.html' title='never lose it'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-9222469325541237491</id><published>2010-02-24T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:54:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S4WneVdW0kI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3du5ePcRNPI/s1600-h/bittersweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S4WneVdW0kI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3du5ePcRNPI/s400/bittersweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441939864345301570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the bitter with the sweet. No one said life would be easy, but maybe thats what makes the highs so high. If you never had lows, you would never know what true happiness feels like. With that said, Ill leave you with a quote. &lt;br /&gt;"Happiness needs sadness. Success needs failure. Benevolence needs evil. Love needs hatred. Victory needs defeat. Pleasure needs pain...You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-9222469325541237491?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9222469325541237491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=9222469325541237491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/9222469325541237491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/9222469325541237491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S4WneVdW0kI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3du5ePcRNPI/s72-c/bittersweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7629910117479249458</id><published>2010-02-08T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:57:54.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D5PIT4RLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AhDYd7Ze8QQ/s1600-h/lookin+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D5PIT4RLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AhDYd7Ze8QQ/s400/lookin+down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436118788560405682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help this longing, comfort me. I can't hold it all in if you won't let me. Heaven holds a sense of wonder...&lt;br /&gt;I have seen you in this white wave. You are silent, you are breathing in this white wave. I am free."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7629910117479249458?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7629910117479249458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7629910117479249458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7629910117479249458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7629910117479249458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/comfort-me.html' title='comfort me'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D5PIT4RLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AhDYd7Ze8QQ/s72-c/lookin+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6987880708157996250</id><published>2010-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:52:34.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D4AzdAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/2QXqQefwyfQ/s1600-h/mikey+g+by+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D4AzdAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/2QXqQefwyfQ/s400/mikey+g+by+river.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117442931730274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D4ArOSkqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/b9o3G0U3BWo/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D4ArOSkqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/b9o3G0U3BWo/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117440722539170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the horizon. It's out there. &amp; though I may not ever be able to touch it, I know..It's worth reaching for.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6987880708157996250?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6987880708157996250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6987880708157996250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6987880708157996250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6987880708157996250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/horizon.html' title='horizon'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/S3D4AzdAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/2QXqQefwyfQ/s72-c/mikey+g+by+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-780362772737157304</id><published>2009-12-31T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:47:46.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i trust in you</title><content type='html'>I took a photoshoot of my boyfriend mikey. I really liked how the pics turned out. hope u do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NwSYTRwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tP25tDSC-ZU/s1600-h/mg+model2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NwSYTRwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tP25tDSC-ZU/s400/mg+model2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421504649642592002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NwGT2pGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6NZEmsSSoUc/s1600-h/mg+model1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NwGT2pGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6NZEmsSSoUc/s400/mg+model1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421504646402712674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heavy thoughts seem to slip away when you were here on my darkest days. I trust in you. Many debts I cannot repay, too many clouds in my sky today. I trust in you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-780362772737157304?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/780362772737157304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=780362772737157304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/780362772737157304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/780362772737157304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-trust-in-you.html' title='i trust in you'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NwSYTRwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tP25tDSC-ZU/s72-c/mg+model2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2328704752249187671</id><published>2009-12-31T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:44:44.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NBn5uLsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q0remRcvHsE/s1600-h/tree+model.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NBn5uLsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q0remRcvHsE/s400/tree+model.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421503847966060226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0MtSob-BI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UXakxjrCDSI/s1600-h/me+black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0MtSob-BI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UXakxjrCDSI/s400/me+black+and+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421503498659035154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is to be yourself in a world that's constantly trying to break you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2328704752249187671?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2328704752249187671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2328704752249187671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2328704752249187671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2328704752249187671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/yourself.html' title='yourself'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0NBn5uLsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q0remRcvHsE/s72-c/tree+model.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2279808754267682506</id><published>2009-12-31T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:38:20.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the words when i have nothing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0LUuYBoKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/g3dN7EPIS3E/s1600-h/mikeyg+pieces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0LUuYBoKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/g3dN7EPIS3E/s400/mikeyg+pieces.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421501977098035362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're my world, the shelter from the rain. You're the pills, that take away my pain. You're the light, that helps me find my way. You're the words, when I have nothing to say. And in this world, where nothing else is true. Here I am, still tangled up in you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2279808754267682506?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2279808754267682506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2279808754267682506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2279808754267682506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2279808754267682506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-when-i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='the words when i have nothing to say'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0LUuYBoKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/g3dN7EPIS3E/s72-c/mikeyg+pieces.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-436569237104339355</id><published>2009-12-31T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:35:18.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last christmas i gave you my heart</title><content type='html'>My beautiful niece is not 15months. She is my world. I adore her, and now my brother and his wife are pregnant with baby #2. Im so excited to be blessed with such another wonderful niece or nephew. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and great new years. And for New Years, remember, every day is a new day, every minute is a chance to start over. For me, I cut alot of bad people out of my life. I try to become a better person each day. It is and always wil be a struggle in this world. I am grateful for all I have. I am in a new relationship now, and I'm really happy in it, but I still hold onto my past. I still find it hard to live in the moment. I just have to tell myself each day..their is a purpose for my existence and everything in this life happens for a reason. much love to u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0K9HEnlVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bHlX7XrDG_o/s1600-h/mary+n+me+xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0K9HEnlVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bHlX7XrDG_o/s400/mary+n+me+xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421501571410662738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-436569237104339355?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/436569237104339355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=436569237104339355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/436569237104339355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/436569237104339355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-christmas-i-gave-you-my-heart.html' title='Last christmas i gave you my heart'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sz0K9HEnlVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bHlX7XrDG_o/s72-c/mary+n+me+xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7737609563592421623</id><published>2009-12-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:22:17.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break the clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbZfxWYbWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eMt5qzX13jE/s1600-h/swing+sun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbZfxWYbWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eMt5qzX13jE/s400/swing+sun.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410751142178614626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in a world that can take you high, in a sky where sunshine breaks the clouds. I believe in a thought that can set you free. In a mind that hears it's heartbeat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7737609563592421623?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7737609563592421623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7737609563592421623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7737609563592421623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7737609563592421623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-clouds.html' title='break the clouds'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbZfxWYbWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eMt5qzX13jE/s72-c/swing+sun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3294467771069170507</id><published>2009-12-02T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:15:27.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbYvR010lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3EQ1AcFNuwo/s1600-h/angel+demon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbYvR010lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3EQ1AcFNuwo/s400/angel+demon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410750309082714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture on google, and looked at it than drew it. i really liked the idea of it, hope you like it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3294467771069170507?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3294467771069170507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3294467771069170507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3294467771069170507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3294467771069170507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SxbYvR010lI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3EQ1AcFNuwo/s72-c/angel+demon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3082697329245889726</id><published>2009-11-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:29:25.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the moment take your higher</title><content type='html'>"When time is in your pocket, and you've got no where to go Let the moment take you higher. Light a fire in the snow. Maybe love was all you wanted, maybe pain was all you found. Your wings will never save you, with your feet chained to the Ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRY-nBZhvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5O6ZqrKgctE/s1600/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRY-nBZhvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5O6ZqrKgctE/s400/rocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543285401421554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRY2A28scI/AAAAAAAAAWc/63V2f9qSgZ8/s1600/mikeyg+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRY2A28scI/AAAAAAAAAWc/63V2f9qSgZ8/s400/mikeyg+lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543137718088130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3082697329245889726?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3082697329245889726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3082697329245889726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3082697329245889726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3082697329245889726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-moment-take-your-higher.html' title='let the moment take your higher'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRY-nBZhvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5O6ZqrKgctE/s72-c/rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3106193398410035002</id><published>2009-11-18T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:22:48.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>“Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXhginceI/AAAAAAAAAWU/J0NphhjvN0U/s1600/village+sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXhginceI/AAAAAAAAAWU/J0NphhjvN0U/s400/village+sq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405541685933863394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3106193398410035002?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3106193398410035002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3106193398410035002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3106193398410035002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3106193398410035002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXhginceI/AAAAAAAAAWU/J0NphhjvN0U/s72-c/village+sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2966768464407909841</id><published>2009-11-18T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:21:30.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its like your a drug..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXHJfUq4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/sdpGM0QFNuU/s1600/hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXHJfUq4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/sdpGM0QFNuU/s400/hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405541233069435778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like you're a drug It's like you're a demon I can't face down It's like I'm stuck It's like I'm running from you all the time "And I know I let you have all the power It's like the only company I seek is misery all around It's like you're a leech Sucking the life from me It's like I can't breathe Without you inside of me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2966768464407909841?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2966768464407909841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2966768464407909841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2966768464407909841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2966768464407909841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-your-drug.html' title='its like your a drug..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SwRXHJfUq4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/sdpGM0QFNuU/s72-c/hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5546581994341393194</id><published>2009-11-08T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:45:58.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Svcfz1e7w1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/MRFiRRVORoc/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Svcfz1e7w1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/MRFiRRVORoc/s400/legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401821253444813650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me back to how I used to be. I'll never close my eyes again. How could I ever forget a place like this? Somewhere that I can call my own. This is satisfaction in its most beautiful state. Surrounding me is everything that is true, just let this be true, let this be..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5546581994341393194?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5546581994341393194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5546581994341393194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5546581994341393194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5546581994341393194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-me-back.html' title='take me back...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Svcfz1e7w1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/MRFiRRVORoc/s72-c/legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6549928675399130366</id><published>2009-10-29T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:31:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumnHEJY8-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIihF8TZW6g/s1600-h/mr+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumnHEJY8-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIihF8TZW6g/s400/mr+leaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398029368194298850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumnG0mBq9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0jCt2YU_DUw/s1600-h/mr+hoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumnG0mBq9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0jCt2YU_DUw/s400/mr+hoods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398029364019440594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear babies crying, I watch them grow.&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6549928675399130366?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6549928675399130366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6549928675399130366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6549928675399130366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6549928675399130366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumnHEJY8-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIihF8TZW6g/s72-c/mr+leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6770013781237624954</id><published>2009-10-29T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:04:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours alone</title><content type='html'>i love making videos and you can go to my youtube page and watch them if you'd like. My amazing friend michael aaron is a very talented muscian so he was my inspiration for the video. I hope you like it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sarU9rWxB-s&lt;br /&gt;http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/?action=view&amp;current=alone.flv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6770013781237624954?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6770013781237624954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6770013781237624954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6770013781237624954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6770013781237624954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/yours-alone.html' title='Yours alone'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3846068360915555026</id><published>2009-10-29T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:14:10.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumjHthl9YI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XySZAyYoBGA/s1600-h/under+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumjHthl9YI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XySZAyYoBGA/s400/under+sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398024981255157122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday's rain is tomorrow's sun..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3846068360915555026?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3846068360915555026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3846068360915555026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3846068360915555026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3846068360915555026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun.html' title='the sun'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SumjHthl9YI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XySZAyYoBGA/s72-c/under+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1086347868705687109</id><published>2009-10-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:33:47.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the music take you away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StS0BCs27mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_Cbo80CqTTY/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StS0BCs27mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_Cbo80CqTTY/s400/music.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392132583867215458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume everyone loves music. Sometimes lyrics capture everything you feel and want to say or even the sound of a piano takes you back to a beautiful memory. I love music and art. Please look at my youtube if you want to see some videos I made or some videos of my friend mikey gannon's singing. much love to u all.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/prewittdoit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1086347868705687109?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1086347868705687109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1086347868705687109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1086347868705687109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1086347868705687109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-music-take-you-away.html' title='let the music take you away'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StS0BCs27mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_Cbo80CqTTY/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8883582455370658638</id><published>2009-10-13T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:04:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSzNK9J30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/g8Rs2teBG-E/s1600-h/sunset+sky+believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSzNK9J30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/g8Rs2teBG-E/s400/sunset+sky+believe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392131692729851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone's pointing their fingers always condemning me and nobody knows what I believe, I believe..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8883582455370658638?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8883582455370658638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8883582455370658638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8883582455370658638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8883582455370658638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSzNK9J30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/g8Rs2teBG-E/s72-c/sunset+sky+believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3836206092753145324</id><published>2009-10-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:03:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSy4qeJBJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Uz1-1_mRhkE/s1600-h/sunset+mirr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSy4qeJBJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Uz1-1_mRhkE/s400/sunset+mirr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392131340412454034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, if you had it all again, would you change it all? Do u ever want to turn back the clock and fix your past? Remember, we can not change the past..but know right now in this moment you can do anything. "Live in this moment, for this moment is your life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3836206092753145324?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3836206092753145324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3836206092753145324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3836206092753145324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3836206092753145324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSy4qeJBJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Uz1-1_mRhkE/s72-c/sunset+mirr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1682354584255767578</id><published>2009-10-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:00:39.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSyMS_h6dI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0MASIIiFV_U/s1600-h/blue+sky+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSyMS_h6dI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0MASIIiFV_U/s400/blue+sky+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392130578195802578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those flashbacks, are what I think about at night, and how much I miss you, but I start to think again, of how much you don't care.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1682354584255767578?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1682354584255767578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1682354584255767578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1682354584255767578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1682354584255767578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSyMS_h6dI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0MASIIiFV_U/s72-c/blue+sky+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8015723530137802336</id><published>2009-10-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:59:06.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peaceful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSx0dvMIaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XwXD_D8JTeA/s1600-h/sunset+mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSx0dvMIaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XwXD_D8JTeA/s400/sunset+mg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392130168763195810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away. Just one more peaceful day. And it's been awhile but all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8015723530137802336?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8015723530137802336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8015723530137802336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8015723530137802336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8015723530137802336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/peaceful-day.html' title='peaceful day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/StSx0dvMIaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XwXD_D8JTeA/s72-c/sunset+mg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7681694230683229379</id><published>2009-10-02T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:14:30.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>send me an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SsWoKrAuHQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1xfMn7Q1bYw/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SsWoKrAuHQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1xfMn7Q1bYw/s400/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387897430516571394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels each day to try to save the human race?&lt;br /&gt;How do i save a world of empty promises, addictions, abusing, using, sickness, greed, jealousy, anger...how do i fuckin do it? Please tell me now. Because everyday i wake up trying to save a new person and each time I get hope for them, and hope for the world..then each time I am let down. Falling harder and harder every single time. I am at the bottom of the bottle and I'm asking God to take the pain of this world away. I cant do this on my own much longer. My one request is to send me an angel. And send them fast before I lose every bit of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7681694230683229379?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7681694230683229379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7681694230683229379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7681694230683229379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7681694230683229379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/send-me-angel.html' title='send me an angel'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SsWoKrAuHQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1xfMn7Q1bYw/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-526493698294825480</id><published>2009-09-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:26:41.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Srp2agEOI4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kePLekXmVIE/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Srp2agEOI4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kePLekXmVIE/s400/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384746502131164034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been hurt before.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-526493698294825480?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/526493698294825480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=526493698294825480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/526493698294825480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/526493698294825480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Srp2agEOI4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kePLekXmVIE/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7556218517625064872</id><published>2009-09-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:36:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snuff</title><content type='html'>video of my friend mikey g, playing one of my favorite songs snuff. he did an amazing job and i editied the video. enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/snuff.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7556218517625064872?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7556218517625064872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7556218517625064872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7556218517625064872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7556218517625064872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/snuff.html' title='snuff'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5377713992769867908</id><published>2009-09-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:45:44.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>then</title><content type='html'>i made this video for my good friends leighanne and matt. they are both amazing people and im blessed to have known them. they are gettin married in may, so i did this video for them. hope u like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/then.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5377713992769867908?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5377713992769867908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5377713992769867908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5377713992769867908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5377713992769867908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/then.html' title='then'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7090078251940701955</id><published>2009-08-27T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:26:01.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People don't change..</title><content type='html'>This was then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpbNHF6BdDI/AAAAAAAAATs/qyYuiIGUpaY/s1600-h/brent+p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpbNHF6BdDI/AAAAAAAAATs/qyYuiIGUpaY/s400/brent+p5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374708727041586226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SrqSSrqGf0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-T7zqif4XP0/s1600-h/sept+12+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SrqSSrqGf0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-T7zqif4XP0/s400/sept+12+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384777154129461058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People don't change...&lt;br /&gt;you just find out who they truly are.."&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad fact. You hope so hard the person is all these wonderful things that you are fallin for. But sooner or later, people show their true colors. My advice, take things slow. Really get to know people. Judge them by their actions, not their words. Watch how they treat their enemies, not their friends. Watch how they treat their family and strangers around them. Dont set the bar up high for people, except nothing from them, and see if they can set the bar high just by being themselves...then when they fail, their is no disappointment. Just so long, farewell, I didnt need you in my life. Don't ever settle. You deserve amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7090078251940701955?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7090078251940701955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7090078251940701955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7090078251940701955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7090078251940701955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-dont-change.html' title='People don&apos;t change..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpbNHF6BdDI/AAAAAAAAATs/qyYuiIGUpaY/s72-c/brent+p5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7734614543057930350</id><published>2009-08-25T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:51:11.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTNPzozjiI/AAAAAAAAATc/sm_YuCYPpPU/s1600-h/kwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTNPzozjiI/AAAAAAAAATc/sm_YuCYPpPU/s400/kwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374145926802935330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want me, then you got me. Just never leave me alone..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7734614543057930350?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7734614543057930350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7734614543057930350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7734614543057930350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7734614543057930350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-leave-me.html' title='never leave me'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTNPzozjiI/AAAAAAAAATc/sm_YuCYPpPU/s72-c/kwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6862723665400191146</id><published>2009-08-25T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:48:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont tell me that its over now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMhTGct-I/AAAAAAAAATU/6JoT4v924Ws/s1600-h/road5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMhTGct-I/AAAAAAAAATU/6JoT4v924Ws/s400/road5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374145127794915298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you fall, did you break? Did you make a mistake? Did you lose how it felt to win? Don't tell me that it's over now. If I said the right thing, if I said the wrong. No matter how far I go, you will always be home. I'm sorry, but you're all that I know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6862723665400191146?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6862723665400191146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6862723665400191146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6862723665400191146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6862723665400191146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-tell-me-that-its-over-now.html' title='Dont tell me that its over now'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMhTGct-I/AAAAAAAAATU/6JoT4v924Ws/s72-c/road5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1177435832977542564</id><published>2009-08-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:49:23.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi...im empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMQZmdufI/AAAAAAAAATM/bvo0yF4Fg5w/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMQZmdufI/AAAAAAAAATM/bvo0yF4Fg5w/s400/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374144837482035698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm empty &lt;br /&gt;So tell me you care for me &lt;br /&gt;You're the first thing &lt;br /&gt;And the last thing on my mind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1177435832977542564?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1177435832977542564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1177435832977542564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1177435832977542564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1177435832977542564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-im-empty-so-tell-me-you-care-for-me.html' title='hi...im empty'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SpTMQZmdufI/AAAAAAAAATM/bvo0yF4Fg5w/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5713716421638692250</id><published>2009-08-13T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:03:59.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he wil bring you thru it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SoTUDFyu4HI/AAAAAAAAATE/3BVJ8hSRzRY/s1600-h/sun+shining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SoTUDFyu4HI/AAAAAAAAATE/3BVJ8hSRzRY/s400/sun+shining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369649805292134514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5713716421638692250?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5713716421638692250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5713716421638692250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5713716421638692250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5713716421638692250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-wil-bring-you-thru-it.html' title='he wil bring you thru it..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SoTUDFyu4HI/AAAAAAAAATE/3BVJ8hSRzRY/s72-c/sun+shining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-972723386941207747</id><published>2009-08-04T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:03:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>josh hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniTRxa7HHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hRp90cDP3uo/s1600-h/god+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniTRxa7HHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hRp90cDP3uo/s400/god+sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366200889545268338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend zachary showed me this video when i was having a really bad night. it really got to me. i cried and was inspired. i now adore josh hamilton. he is a role model for all. please watch the below video. much love :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toozmK7IHvw&amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniT4PBi45I/AAAAAAAAAS8/DCf2pRODqNQ/s1600-h/Josh_Hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniT4PBi45I/AAAAAAAAAS8/DCf2pRODqNQ/s400/Josh_Hamilton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366201550326915986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-972723386941207747?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toozmK7IHvw&amp;feature=channel_page' title='josh hamilton'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/972723386941207747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=972723386941207747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/972723386941207747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/972723386941207747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/josh-hamilton.html' title='josh hamilton'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniTRxa7HHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hRp90cDP3uo/s72-c/god+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5991148837883569377</id><published>2009-08-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:57:08.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every passing minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniSjNGSMHI/AAAAAAAAASs/kE2UgY6Jd1g/s1600-h/nature+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniSjNGSMHI/AAAAAAAAASs/kE2UgY6Jd1g/s400/nature+road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366200089521041522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5991148837883569377?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5991148837883569377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5991148837883569377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5991148837883569377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5991148837883569377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-passing-minute.html' title='every passing minute'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SniSjNGSMHI/AAAAAAAAASs/kE2UgY6Jd1g/s72-c/nature+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1329516033727487601</id><published>2009-07-30T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:16:03.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_dr82SsI/AAAAAAAAASk/GenNuIq1QYg/s1600-h/my+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_dr82SsI/AAAAAAAAASk/GenNuIq1QYg/s400/my+wish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364349516654201538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1329516033727487601?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1329516033727487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1329516033727487601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1329516033727487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1329516033727487601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-wish-for-you.html' title='my wish for you..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_dr82SsI/AAAAAAAAASk/GenNuIq1QYg/s72-c/my+wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1599727756073450573</id><published>2009-07-30T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:14:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need an answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_OSfY4rI/AAAAAAAAASc/Q1B4Oz8321Y/s1600-h/nature+damn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_OSfY4rI/AAAAAAAAASc/Q1B4Oz8321Y/s400/nature+damn5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364349252121715378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more I try to look away the more I'm staring,&lt;br /&gt;But now I need an answer to my prayers and your not there.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1599727756073450573?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1599727756073450573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1599727756073450573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1599727756073450573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1599727756073450573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-answer.html' title='need an answer...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SnH_OSfY4rI/AAAAAAAAASc/Q1B4Oz8321Y/s72-c/nature+damn5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1407641142957988957</id><published>2009-07-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:43:04.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere out there...</title><content type='html'>"Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer that we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there. And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. Somewhere out there if love can see us through then we'll be together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sl1pxw03UBI/AAAAAAAAASU/JERMMr9QkFs/s1600-h/sh+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sl1pxw03UBI/AAAAAAAAASU/JERMMr9QkFs/s400/sh+park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358555435281895442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1407641142957988957?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1407641142957988957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1407641142957988957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1407641142957988957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1407641142957988957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/somewhere-out-there.html' title='somewhere out there...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sl1pxw03UBI/AAAAAAAAASU/JERMMr9QkFs/s72-c/sh+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2952018812921044305</id><published>2009-07-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:33:33.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to let you go...</title><content type='html'>"You left a stain on every one of my good days, but I am stronger than you know...I have to let you go. No ones ever turned you over. No ones tried to ever let you down, Beautiful girl bless your heart. I got a disease, deep inside me...I cant live without you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SlO_B5C9hWI/AAAAAAAAASM/AXOZwLiOifA/s1600-h/miekyand+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SlO_B5C9hWI/AAAAAAAAASM/AXOZwLiOifA/s400/miekyand+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355834421087667554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qDoP_zGlzk15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2952018812921044305?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2952018812921044305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2952018812921044305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2952018812921044305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2952018812921044305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-to-let-you-go.html' title='i have to let you go...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SlO_B5C9hWI/AAAAAAAAASM/AXOZwLiOifA/s72-c/miekyand+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3179179473129139703</id><published>2009-07-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:13:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont understand..</title><content type='html'>this quote is exactly how i feel. every word of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's sad when people you know become people you knew. when you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. &lt;br /&gt;and how you used to be able to talk for hours, and now you can barely even look at them. &lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;how pictures never change, but the people in them do. &lt;br /&gt;how you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;how your best friend can become your worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;how when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;how forever turns into a few short months that you'd do almost anything to get back. &lt;br /&gt;how you can let go of something you once said you couldnt live without. &lt;br /&gt;how even though you know letting go of something is best for you, it hurts just the same. &lt;br /&gt;how the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much time to spare. how the smell of a person stays with you even when they're gone. &lt;br /&gt;how people make promises, and bear their souls to someone despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. &lt;br /&gt;how people can erase you ~ from their lives cause its just ~ easier then working things out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3179179473129139703?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3179179473129139703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3179179473129139703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3179179473129139703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3179179473129139703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-understand.html' title='i dont understand..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-126682919010771054</id><published>2009-06-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:01:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the world's a stage</title><content type='html'>video i made...let me know if you like it. I took and edited all the pics, except for the railroad tracks mikey took that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/worldsastage.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-126682919010771054?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/126682919010771054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=126682919010771054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/126682919010771054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/126682919010771054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-worlds-stage.html' title='all the world&apos;s a stage'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1890470574096798238</id><published>2009-06-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:40:21.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my niece that i adore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVcVUmqNiI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZgxcpT2E7VA/s1600-h/Picnikmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVcVUmqNiI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZgxcpT2E7VA/s400/Picnikmr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351785253577569826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1890470574096798238?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1890470574096798238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1890470574096798238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1890470574096798238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1890470574096798238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-and-my-niece-that-i-adore.html' title='me and my niece that i adore..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVcVUmqNiI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZgxcpT2E7VA/s72-c/Picnikmr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3115010148525446667</id><published>2009-06-26T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:36:19.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts...</title><content type='html'>"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, ...wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, ..wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."&lt;br /&gt;. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love." -neil gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVbP7p_5II/AAAAAAAAAR8/-sTCQsXKEGQ/s1600-h/nothinmatters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVbP7p_5II/AAAAAAAAAR8/-sTCQsXKEGQ/s400/nothinmatters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351784061469713538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3115010148525446667?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3115010148525446667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3115010148525446667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3115010148525446667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3115010148525446667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVbP7p_5II/AAAAAAAAAR8/-sTCQsXKEGQ/s72-c/nothinmatters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6059422510861310160</id><published>2009-06-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:44:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time will tell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjhme7--WVI/AAAAAAAAARk/9yrv-cAsQFY/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjhme7--WVI/AAAAAAAAARk/9yrv-cAsQFY/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348137239186397522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll smile at you, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He'll call to say goodnight or just cause he is thinking of you. He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you'll believe it."&lt;br /&gt;Mikey still acts like my boyfriend and who knows what the future holds. time tells all they say. No matter how guys in the past have treated me or the lies and hurt i have dealt with...i stil always have hope. i know that their is my somebody out there. I always known...maybe its Mikey..only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6059422510861310160?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6059422510861310160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6059422510861310160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6059422510861310160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6059422510861310160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-will-tell.html' title='time will tell..'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjhme7--WVI/AAAAAAAAARk/9yrv-cAsQFY/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5964864722660316178</id><published>2009-06-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:18:52.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Change your heart, look around you. Change your heart, it will astound you. I need your lovin' like the sunshine..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjarw33E3JI/AAAAAAAAARU/VIVzEXijBLU/s1600-h/hear+me+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjarw33E3JI/AAAAAAAAARU/VIVzEXijBLU/s400/hear+me+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347650463666068626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, mikey broke up with me today. i gave him all i could, he is the 2nd boy i loved and the 2nd boy i gave my heart to. and today he fuckin shattered it. i feel hopeless, i really dont know how im gonna get thru this..i feel utterly and completey alone. And now for the question, I know people are gonna ask and I dont want to answer it 20 times, is why we broke up...well, this is wat mikey said, that i was too good for him, that it killed him to see me hurting everynite and that he couldnt give me what i wanted and needed. Mikey did not have time for me, he only has time for his job. he devoted his life to his job, and that was his number one in his life..and i wasnt, and i was never going to be even though he was number one in my life. mikey was an amazing guy, when i was with him he treated me better than anyone has ever treated me..but when he was gone, he was right...he did not have time. I did everything to make this relationship work..but it failed. You know, me and brent have been broken up for 8months now, and everyday i mourn his loss..i lost my best friend. i dont even know who brent is anymore..but when i went thru that break up, mikey saved me. mikey talked to me for hours and made me laugh when all i wanted to do was cry. and now their is no one to save me. I'm not mad at him, just so hurt, bc i knew we needed to break up..bc i do deserve someone who is there for me, and he couldnt be...but this pain im feeling now is pretty unbarely, idk ...Please pray for me, i really need ur prayers. I feel like i really need mikey, but i cant make someone want to be with me..so this is what happened. "i've given up on the entire human race..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjar3oQrYtI/AAAAAAAAARc/1ut5AuyPdww/s1600-h/memike+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjar3oQrYtI/AAAAAAAAARc/1ut5AuyPdww/s400/memike+river.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347650579737567954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5964864722660316178?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5964864722660316178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5964864722660316178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5964864722660316178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5964864722660316178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-your-heart-look-around-you.html' title='&quot;Change your heart, look around you. Change your heart, it will astound you. I need your lovin&apos; like the sunshine...&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sjarw33E3JI/AAAAAAAAARU/VIVzEXijBLU/s72-c/hear+me+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6979215881893851973</id><published>2009-05-28T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:35:14.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no greater joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-CHd_v_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mVNSJfaokac/s1600-h/mary+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-CHd_v_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mVNSJfaokac/s400/mary+hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341130747907407170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6979215881893851973?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6979215881893851973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6979215881893851973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6979215881893851973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6979215881893851973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-greater-joy.html' title='no greater joy...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-CHd_v_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mVNSJfaokac/s72-c/mary+hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6741813740292677198</id><published>2009-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:31:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the guy i knew died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-B6eGpYII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iqp8pyNwLdU/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-B6eGpYII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iqp8pyNwLdU/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341130524598034562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were gone,&lt;br /&gt;the guy i knew is now dead,&lt;br /&gt;and you looked at me as if you have gave up.&lt;br /&gt;you made a choice that you could never take back.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in your eyes and they didnt shine no more.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see past the hate and anger and hopelessness in them,&lt;br /&gt;but I couldnt,&lt;br /&gt;because past all that was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the guy i knew died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVZ1uLXwlI/AAAAAAAAARs/AGpoxoOdCTQ/s1600-h/memories+change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SkVZ1uLXwlI/AAAAAAAAARs/AGpoxoOdCTQ/s400/memories+change.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351782511663366738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hold onto memories so tight, because memories never change...but the people in them do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6741813740292677198?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6741813740292677198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6741813740292677198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6741813740292677198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6741813740292677198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy-i-knew-died.html' title='the guy i knew died'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sh-B6eGpYII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iqp8pyNwLdU/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2342304808885243970</id><published>2009-05-25T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:59:20.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsGWNjb4bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VnlVvD8abG4/s1600-h/Kurt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsGWNjb4bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VnlVvD8abG4/s400/Kurt%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339868761843032498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drew this picture of kurt cobain a couple of years ago. I copied off of a famous picture someone drew of him, and just changed it a little bit. I love nirvana and their lyrics and I just think kurt is a hottie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2342304808885243970?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2342304808885243970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2342304808885243970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2342304808885243970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2342304808885243970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/kurt.html' title='kurt'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsGWNjb4bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VnlVvD8abG4/s72-c/Kurt%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3588766854226450393</id><published>2009-05-25T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:55:44.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsFh6KgEVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pvD7ggql15o/s1600-h/mikey+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsFh6KgEVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pvD7ggql15o/s400/mikey+brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339867863284978002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen my boyfriend in a month and 2 weeks now, and i have no idea when I'm going to see him because of his job! :( I hate this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3588766854226450393?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3588766854226450393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3588766854226450393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3588766854226450393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3588766854226450393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ShsFh6KgEVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pvD7ggql15o/s72-c/mikey+brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-648565856626534386</id><published>2009-05-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:46:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did everything for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/brenteverything_0001.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been makin this for a little bit now. it really helped me in a therapy kind of way. I actually would work on it alot when i was mad at brent. I found it helpful and im very happy with the finished project. Brent is someone I'm always going to love, but I am slowly putting him in the past, bc he is not my future. As of now, I am really happy with michael moore and love him very much. I feel very lucky to finally be with someone who treats me good. So this video is to the end of one relationship and hope for the one now. Please comment if U have nice things to say. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-648565856626534386?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/648565856626534386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=648565856626534386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/648565856626534386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/648565856626534386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-everything-for-you.html' title='i did everything for you'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7051425104707094794</id><published>2009-05-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:48:22.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and that has made all the difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgeQ6IzWXnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LfXWylFZtYU/s1600-h/whitebirch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgeQ6IzWXnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LfXWylFZtYU/s400/whitebirch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391612113313394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by, &lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference."&lt;br /&gt;-robert frost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7051425104707094794?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7051425104707094794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7051425104707094794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7051425104707094794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7051425104707094794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-that-has-made-all-difference.html' title='and that has made all the difference...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgeQ6IzWXnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LfXWylFZtYU/s72-c/whitebirch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5779351721740228514</id><published>2009-05-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:58:30.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, losin my soul Id like to fly, But my wings have been so denied."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgOv7sF0HyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4QVF9RtU9K0/s1600-h/down+in+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgOv7sF0HyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4QVF9RtU9K0/s400/down+in+hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333299823719489314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took and edited the pictures im starting to put up here, and this is one. This picture makes me think of the alice in chains song "down in a hole". Lately, thats exactly how I been feeling. I rather kinda live in a hole, then be around the people of this world today. I find it that not many people are truly good and arent there to love and support me. Seems to me that most, esp around my age of 20, just want to bring you down, lie, use you, and abuse you. A long time ago I told myself I would not let people walk all over me anymore. It has taken time, but I have grown alot and all i need in my life are the good people who do love me and care. So maybe I am in this hole and suffering alot lately, but I have that little bit of hope that keeps me going each day. This hope comes from my mother who always listens to me when I'm down, the few close friends I have in my life that havent lied and hurt me but only grew from the hard times and have been there for me thru everything, my boyfriend mikey who cant always be here physically but loves me for the person I am and just brings me so much happiness, and of course my beautiful niece who has changed my life and takes me away from the sadness in the world. Yea, I am down in a hole, but once you are so far down, their is no where else to go but up, so i have faith in God that everything wil work itself out and today might be awful, but their is always a tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5779351721740228514?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5779351721740228514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5779351721740228514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5779351721740228514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5779351721740228514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/down-in-hole-feelin-so-small-down-in.html' title='&quot;Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, losin my soul Id like to fly, But my wings have been so denied.&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SgOv7sF0HyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4QVF9RtU9K0/s72-c/down+in+hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-4062386806729265779</id><published>2009-04-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:43:48.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mary rene, my lil train conducter</title><content type='html'>she is growing up so fast..7months now and the cutest baby in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid289.photobucket.com/albums/ll205/lovesitalways27/100_0939.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-4062386806729265779?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4062386806729265779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=4062386806729265779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4062386806729265779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4062386806729265779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mary-rene-my-lil-train-conducter.html' title='mary rene, my lil train conducter'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2440338492857878937</id><published>2009-04-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:08:58.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold my hand and never let go...</title><content type='html'>i read this story and it really made me smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. &lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, &lt;br /&gt;'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.' &lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.' &lt;br /&gt;'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father. &lt;br /&gt;'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, &lt;br /&gt;chances are that I may let your hand go. &lt;br /&gt;But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, &lt;br /&gt;you will never let my hand go.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2440338492857878937?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2440338492857878937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2440338492857878937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2440338492857878937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2440338492857878937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-my-hand-and-never-let-go.html' title='hold my hand and never let go...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3215217656018342506</id><published>2009-04-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:01:25.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"so much love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeYEsg9hkuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Gwd_o-qg14k/s1600-h/so+much+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeYEsg9hkuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Gwd_o-qg14k/s400/so+much+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324948772220932834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjPVvP6jBEQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3215217656018342506?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3215217656018342506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3215217656018342506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3215217656018342506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3215217656018342506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-love.html' title='&quot;so much love&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeYEsg9hkuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Gwd_o-qg14k/s72-c/so+much+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8169794842995413119</id><published>2009-04-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:47:17.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i've given up on the entire human race..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOImzJknJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dUHL0pcC5dA/s1600-h/me+chiodos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOImzJknJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dUHL0pcC5dA/s400/me+chiodos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324249384628821138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8169794842995413119?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8169794842995413119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8169794842995413119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8169794842995413119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8169794842995413119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-given-up-on-entire-human-race.html' title='&quot;i&apos;ve given up on the entire human race...&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOImzJknJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dUHL0pcC5dA/s72-c/me+chiodos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6544846466202388047</id><published>2009-04-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:18:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"thought you as my everything, i had but, i couldnt keep"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOJj6fROUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PyO1YRNUNTs/s1600-h/mebrent+swing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOJj6fROUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PyO1YRNUNTs/s400/mebrent+swing2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250434570893634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pale blue eyes"..this song makes me think of my x boyfriend brent and ill always love and care about this boy. its all still so hard..just changes of life. Going from everything to nothing...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnjaevCMj_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 7months now...7whole months and i stil have not fully let go of Brent Horton. I have a new boyfriend who treats me amazing and is truly an amazing guy, but still, still I'm sitting here crying over Brent. It hit me today that being friends can not work, and I wanted it so badly too. I love spending time with him. He might have a million and one bad things, and flaws, but Brent could always make me smile. No matter how sad, mad, angry i was, he made me smile. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, my entire world was Brent Horton...and this past 6months its like i had to go from all that to nothing. Everything changed and everything hurt even more than I could of imagined. Letting go of Brent is truly one of the hardest most painful things I have ever dealt with. "It took the death of hope to let you go."...song lyrics, that describe exaclty how I felt and feel. I dont think people understand it really, I mean I did not want to break up with Brent. I was crazy in love and obsessed with the boy. I wanted it to work, I wanted him to want to change and better himself like he kept promising me he would. Yet, time after time it did not happen. I had to make a choice...and loving him, being crazy about him, him being my world and best friend did not matter..what mattered is I had no future with him and he was not gettin any better. He was emotionally and verbally abusing me and himself. As much as Brent loves me and I love him, it could of never worked. Brent is Brent and I am me. And today I called him and he was hanging out with a girl he really likes. I started to cry hysterically, and felt sick to my stomach. I truly wish I could understand why this is..its been almost 7months and I have a boyfriend who I love very much now...so why? why do i feel so hopeless and alone and like i can not let go of Brent. Today, the last thing I told Brent was I love you, but goodbye forever this time, no more text, call, or writing. I can not do it. He replied "Dont say that." "Liz I miss you alot just so you know." and just now my phone vibrates, and it says from Brentie.."No one knows,, mostly you, mostly me..comedown." It was one of our songs. It is about I think a man who was addicted to things, and finally he found a new cloud..that cloud was love, and he never wanted to comedown from it. Brent told me a long time ago, that those lyrics is how he feels about me. He said to me a few nights ago "I hope one day we can be happy again,I love you so much. bye beautiful." and that made me cry. I will not text back, I pray i wil not get in contact anymore. Dear God, my prayer is to just let him go. I am only hurting me, Brent, and my boyfriend Mikey by staying friends or whatever you would call it with Brent.  I write this all with tears in my eyes and I write this to not complain or anything. It is simple so this affects someone. So a girl who is with a guy who is an abuser in any way, or knows they deserve better...its for them to see, If I can do it, you can do it. God will mend your broken heart if you give him all the pieces. Each day is a new day, and its all hard, but I'm trying my hardest and doing the best I can. So this post is dedicated to Brent Horton. I wil always love you. "thought of you as my everything, I had, but couldnt keep..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6544846466202388047?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6544846466202388047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6544846466202388047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6544846466202388047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6544846466202388047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-you-as-my-everything-i-had-but.html' title='&quot;thought you as my everything, i had but, i couldnt keep&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeOJj6fROUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PyO1YRNUNTs/s72-c/mebrent+swing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7590885395953758883</id><published>2009-04-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:31:53.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter and god blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeIJZIkQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kndYiVAO1ZQ/s1600-h/mary+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeIJZIkQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kndYiVAO1ZQ/s400/mary+easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323828036906317762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7590885395953758883?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7590885395953758883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7590885395953758883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7590885395953758883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7590885395953758883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-and-god-blessings.html' title='happy easter and god blessings'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeIJZIkQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kndYiVAO1ZQ/s72-c/mary+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3669405314938103017</id><published>2009-04-11T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:16:41.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they're not, we cry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hold expectations for others...we set them out to be someone their not most of the time. then we are left wondering why we are hurt so bad, and so disappointed? its because they were never and will never be that person we wanted or thought they were. the key to it all is to listen, get to know people, build your relationship with them and then and only then you will see who they are thru not just their words, but their actions. people's true colors show when u just take the time to listen and watch as they unfold... and still then, they might end up disappointing you. but isnt this life? its all bittersweet, its all mistakes, experiences, learning, and growing...and with that you have to open your heart to trust and open your heart to life......"u may be deceived if u trust too much, but u will live in torment if u do not trust enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGHDnDpL6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/JhTjLTsulnA/s1600-h/Mua.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGHDnDpL6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/JhTjLTsulnA/s400/Mua.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323684730622259106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3669405314938103017?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3669405314938103017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3669405314938103017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3669405314938103017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3669405314938103017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/key-is-to-get-to-know-people-and-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGHDnDpL6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/JhTjLTsulnA/s72-c/Mua.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8042978538777941992</id><published>2009-04-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:58:46.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta be somebody....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGDCJCgteI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YUF7OIuQTHU/s1600-h/mikey+pic+gottabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGDCJCgteI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YUF7OIuQTHU/s400/mikey+pic+gottabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323680307338065378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8042978538777941992?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8042978538777941992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8042978538777941992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8042978538777941992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8042978538777941992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='gotta be somebody....'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SeGDCJCgteI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YUF7OIuQTHU/s72-c/mikey+pic+gottabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-296601546152671257</id><published>2009-03-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:05:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love endures all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SdGylDJ8EZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/IWWFEc-SCSc/s1600-h/P033109004717%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SdGylDJ8EZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/IWWFEc-SCSc/s400/P033109004717%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319228984473162130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somewhat copied off of the used album for this drawing..anyways...LOVE ENDURES ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-296601546152671257?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/296601546152671257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=296601546152671257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/296601546152671257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/296601546152671257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-endures-all.html' title='love endures all'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SdGylDJ8EZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/IWWFEc-SCSc/s72-c/P033109004717%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1757997486184564077</id><published>2009-03-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:58:17.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry your heart</title><content type='html'>"here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)."&lt;br /&gt;by e.e. cummings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sc0FT7fbHCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/88pYu2CpL0g/s1600-h/sunsetttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sc0FT7fbHCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/88pYu2CpL0g/s400/sunsetttt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317912574939569186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this gorgeous pic at sunset park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1757997486184564077?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1757997486184564077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1757997486184564077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1757997486184564077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1757997486184564077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-carry-your-heart.html' title='i carry your heart'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sc0FT7fbHCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/88pYu2CpL0g/s72-c/sunsetttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3563526403836523914</id><published>2009-03-22T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:09:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here by me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ScbR-u5C2SI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3GSEIyO6VUg/s1600-h/2627_55352964074_642594074_1470604_2665703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ScbR-u5C2SI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3GSEIyO6VUg/s400/2627_55352964074_642594074_1470604_2665703_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316167285826836770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture i edited and its from the song "landing in london." Everytime i listen to this song, my heart misses this boy..michael moore. I havent seen him for over 3months now and i thought i was going to see him this weekend. Turns out, he has to be back on the road..and it really hurts to miss someone this much. I want to kiss him and hug him so badly, and I cant..and somedays I don't know if im ever going to get to see my cute boy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ScbS-xJzblI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u-xeyblLYM8/s1600-h/n1425882483_285139_2387290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ScbS-xJzblI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u-xeyblLYM8/s400/n1425882483_285139_2387290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316168385945628242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3563526403836523914?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3563526403836523914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3563526403836523914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3563526403836523914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3563526403836523914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-by-me.html' title='here by me...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ScbR-u5C2SI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3GSEIyO6VUg/s72-c/2627_55352964074_642594074_1470604_2665703_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8501934764413813285</id><published>2009-03-08T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:44:26.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQbiNsrxJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/f7aptGPa9Pk/s1600-h/100_0606%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQbiNsrxJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/f7aptGPa9Pk/s400/100_0606%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310900135183238290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma with mary rene(this was taken about 5months ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma has been sick and slowly fading away for awhile now. she just went in the hospital last week. I went to visit her and it tore me up inside. I love her so much, and i know losing grandparents is something everyone most go thru. Yet, that does not make it any easier. Since i was a baby, she was my second mom. I went to her house everyday, and made up dances for her and she tell me i was going to be a star(haha, i guess grandmas lie sumtimes.) she played cards with me, and drew pictures, and go outside or play house, and tell me stories about princess elizabeth(me) living in a caslte and meeting my prince...thinking about those stories she told me makes me sad, bc she always told me how amazing i was and how no guy deserved me. Now I think maybe shes right.lol, maybe no one does, and now it kills me so much to know that my grandma will not be there on my wedding day or to see me have children. She loved me unconditionally and would do anything for me. Yet, after my grandpa died sum years ago, my grandma lost apart of herself..and she slowly got sick and was just so heartbroken. I go on my walks and visit her, and now she lives with my aunt, so i dont see her much...and maybe thats good, bc it has made it easier for me to let go. well, i wrote this blog to just say what an amazing person my grandma is and to please pray for her. thank you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sbho2YdLxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LmLQJ7dzOCo/s1600-h/grandmame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/Sbho2YdLxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LmLQJ7dzOCo/s400/grandmame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312111043970581922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me when i was little with my grandma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8501934764413813285?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8501934764413813285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8501934764413813285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8501934764413813285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8501934764413813285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-beautiful-grandma.html' title='my beautiful grandma'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQbiNsrxJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/f7aptGPa9Pk/s72-c/100_0606%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1468879182174778682</id><published>2009-03-08T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:13:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peace&amp;love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQYyzpK9iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/exKp5Orw7lg/s1600-h/peacee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQYyzpK9iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/exKp5Orw7lg/s400/peacee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310897121712076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1468879182174778682?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1468879182174778682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1468879182174778682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1468879182174778682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1468879182174778682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace.html' title='peace&amp;love'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQYyzpK9iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/exKp5Orw7lg/s72-c/peacee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-8205344656243909317</id><published>2009-03-08T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:07:23.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont promise me forever, when u cant even promise me tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQUfFnI1QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E1_PBdLNKKg/s1600-h/tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQUfFnI1QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E1_PBdLNKKg/s400/tomorrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310892384891491586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly i feel like i lose my faith in humanitity, and it saddens me. Yet, not many people meet my expectations of goodness, i fall short alot of times as well. especailly being 20, most guys use me, or lie to me. They dont stick around. They take my vulnerability and use it against me, saying they are good and i should trust them. Well, i dont even trust myself alot of days, so how can i trust them. Too many people that have been close to me have let me down. I mean yes, their is my ex brent, who lets me down over and over. The monment he does good for awhile, he always seems to throw it all away. Then their is mikey, who i wrote about before. And mikey is another boy who promised me all these things..but once again let me down. It hurt worse with him, bc he is such a good guy. He just hAS to much going on in his life, so then i got my hopes up..and slowly but surely, he left. Sumdays, he comes back, and wants to talk, and is the cute boy I remember. And then their is my friends, who i only have a few. People break your heart, and they lie, and they are cowards, and they leave..so this is why I only have a few close friends, who have always been there thru the days when i even hated myself. They didnt leave..but wat i truly want and desire more than anything is happiness. Like Will Smith did in his movie..i just want to pursue that dream, that love, that joy of having a happy heart. For the most part, i have a good life, yet I am not happy. Yet, as much as I dont trust or have lil hope in people. I do have hope in one person..and that is God. My darkest days, the moments i didnt think i could handle the next second..he has gave me the courage and strength to get thru them all. I be lost without him, bc he has been my secruity blanket when the world walked out on me. and maybe the boy now, or the boy a year from now cant promise me forever...but God wil bring him into my life one day. The boy that will want nothing more than to love me and make me happy, and when he promises me forever, he wil mean it more than anything. Their will not be doubts, or lost hope..their will only be happiness. And after that, only more happiness to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-8205344656243909317?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8205344656243909317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=8205344656243909317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8205344656243909317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/8205344656243909317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-promise-me-forever-when-u-cant.html' title='dont promise me forever, when u cant even promise me tomorrow...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQUfFnI1QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E1_PBdLNKKg/s72-c/tomorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5563553842907247893</id><published>2009-02-10T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:52:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SZHOsk1CniI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aHCD2UAYbj0/s1600-h/mr+and+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SZHOsk1CniI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aHCD2UAYbj0/s400/mr+and+me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301245501587496482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She truly makes me forget all the bad things of this world. She takes me away from the selfishness i have. She just brings me such joy and its one of the only times i feel such happiness. I'm so lucky she is in my life and i get to be her auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQZp6Rb_PI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BQNF6gVtUZs/s1600-h/mary+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SbQZp6Rb_PI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BQNF6gVtUZs/s400/mary+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310898068384382194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="432" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/45792304074" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/45792304074" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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niece'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SZHOsk1CniI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aHCD2UAYbj0/s72-c/mr+and+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3875142260463213026</id><published>2009-02-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:20:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter I'll never send</title><content type='html'>the letter i'll never send to you..&lt;br /&gt;would let you know how much you broke me,&lt;br /&gt;i truly can not belive you have turned into the person you are now,&lt;br /&gt;i loved you, you were the only person i felt happy and safe with,&lt;br /&gt;but even then, even when i loved you, &lt;br /&gt;this person you are now would come out,&lt;br /&gt;this evil in you.&lt;br /&gt;I seen the evil in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you would give this look like you were so satisfied to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;it made you proud and powerful to put me down, &lt;br /&gt;and then after all this,&lt;br /&gt;after all this time..&lt;br /&gt;u finally admitted to me that you dont want to be this guy,&lt;br /&gt;you told me you would change, &lt;br /&gt;and that you know what a bad person you are,&lt;br /&gt;you said you hated yourself so much for doing all this to me,&lt;br /&gt;you told me you love me so much, &lt;br /&gt;and never wanted to hurt me again..&lt;br /&gt;but then it didnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;the evil came back in you,&lt;br /&gt;you yelled,&lt;br /&gt;and cursed me,&lt;br /&gt;and lied to my face,&lt;br /&gt;you looked into my eyes with tears coming down your face and you told me lies.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i sit here mourning your loss.&lt;br /&gt;I realized now i could of never saved you,&lt;br /&gt;you were too far gone for me to,&lt;br /&gt;God knows how hard I tried,&lt;br /&gt;how much i gave you,&lt;br /&gt;how much i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time..&lt;br /&gt;after what you did to me last nite,&lt;br /&gt;I will never forgive that.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt you being immature or messed up,&lt;br /&gt;it was you trying to truly hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;as i sat there and cried, you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;as i sat there and got angry, you became happy.&lt;br /&gt;as i sat there and felt weak, you felt power.&lt;br /&gt;and as i sit here writing this, &lt;br /&gt;i know you will never be happy,&lt;br /&gt;you will never find true love,&lt;br /&gt;you will never be satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;This is because of everything you have ever done to me..&lt;br /&gt;you will get every consequence,&lt;br /&gt;all the karma,&lt;br /&gt;the whole what goes around comes around bull,&lt;br /&gt;all of this will hit you.&lt;br /&gt;Then you wil feel every ounce of pain you ever made me feel,&lt;br /&gt;then you will cry and sit there alone,&lt;br /&gt;and realize I'm not there,&lt;br /&gt;and I never will be again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3875142260463213026?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3875142260463213026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3875142260463213026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3875142260463213026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3875142260463213026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-ill-never-send.html' title='the letter I&apos;ll never send'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-4499049179194610943</id><published>2009-02-01T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:36:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when im gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYanAk2Fu4I/AAAAAAAAANk/F-T7tWYuL4k/s1600-h/road44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYanAk2Fu4I/AAAAAAAAANk/F-T7tWYuL4k/s400/road44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298105639980350338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another world inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That you may never see&lt;br /&gt;There's secrets in this life&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;There's a light that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too far away...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be the one&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;You won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;So love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;When your education x-ray&lt;br /&gt;Can not see under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;That I could not tell my friends&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive but I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is fighting this&lt;br /&gt;But part of me is gone&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be the one&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;You won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;So love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be the one&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;You won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;So love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;-3 doors down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-4499049179194610943?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4499049179194610943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=4499049179194610943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4499049179194610943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4499049179194610943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-gone.html' title='when im gone'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYanAk2Fu4I/AAAAAAAAANk/F-T7tWYuL4k/s72-c/road44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3021495093763420827</id><published>2009-01-31T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:28:16.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYTBqzpAfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/NFSx-SqI5gE/s1600-h/Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYTBqzpAfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/NFSx-SqI5gE/s400/Beach1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297572002855419570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Long as i can dream,&lt;br /&gt;as long as i can think,&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have a memory,&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;and ears to hair&lt;br /&gt;and lips to speak,&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as i have&lt;br /&gt;a heart to feel&lt;br /&gt;a soul stirring within me,&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have a imagination to hold you&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as there is time&lt;br /&gt;as long is there is love&lt;br /&gt;as long as there is you&lt;br /&gt;and as long as i can breath&lt;br /&gt;to speak your name&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;br /&gt;-annonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYTBqzpAfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/NFSx-SqI5gE/s72-c/Beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1487857566025243806</id><published>2009-01-30T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:37:38.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like night and day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYOOqCLyHwI/AAAAAAAAANU/feZnZNjckzk/s1600-h/P013009172157%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYOOqCLyHwI/AAAAAAAAANU/feZnZNjckzk/s400/P013009172157%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234439509778178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic i drew..the quality looks kinda bad bc i took a pic of my camera of the pic i drew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1487857566025243806?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1487857566025243806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1487857566025243806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1487857566025243806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1487857566025243806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-night-and-day.html' title='like night and day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYOOqCLyHwI/AAAAAAAAANU/feZnZNjckzk/s72-c/P013009172157%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2943222067755561355</id><published>2009-01-28T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:38:56.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snuff by slipknot</title><content type='html'>"Bury all your secrets in my skin&lt;br /&gt;Come away with innocence&lt;br /&gt;And leave me with my sins&lt;br /&gt;The air around me still feels like a cage&lt;br /&gt;And love is just a camouflage&lt;br /&gt;For what resembles rage again&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me let me go&lt;br /&gt;And run away before I know&lt;br /&gt;My heart is just too dark to care&lt;br /&gt;I cant destroy what isn't there&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me into my fate&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alone I cannot hate&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to have you&lt;br /&gt;My smile was taken long ago&lt;br /&gt;If I can change I hope I never know&lt;br /&gt;I still press your letters to my lips&lt;br /&gt;And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't face a life without your light&lt;br /&gt;But all of that was ripped apart...&lt;br /&gt;When you refused to fight&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath I will not hear&lt;br /&gt;I think I made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't hate enough to love&lt;br /&gt;Is that supposed to be enough?&lt;br /&gt;I only wish you weren't my friend&lt;br /&gt;Then I could hurt you in the end&lt;br /&gt;I never claimed to be a Saint&lt;br /&gt;My own was banished long ago&lt;br /&gt;It took the death of hope to let you go&lt;br /&gt;So break yourself against my stones&lt;br /&gt;And spit your pity in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You never needed any help&lt;br /&gt;You sold me out to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;And I wont listen to your shame&lt;br /&gt;You ran away you're all the same&lt;br /&gt;Angels lie to keep control&lt;br /&gt;My love was punished long ago&lt;br /&gt;If you still care, don't ever let me know&lt;br /&gt;If you still care, don't ever let me know... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYELkGFDn-I/AAAAAAAAANE/x3JCKZsRdPg/s1600-h/rail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYELkGFDn-I/AAAAAAAAANE/x3JCKZsRdPg/s400/rail3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296527351499431906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these lyrics pretty much make me feel like they were written by brent or for him. He sent them to me, and i just cried as i read and listened to the song. If anyone could capture his emotions and feelings..well this says it all. Their is a saying, "when words fail, music speaks." that is so true, esp when it comes to those people who have trouble opening up and describing how they feel. Brent, has always been someome to just tell me his feelings through lyrics. ...and its actually something i love about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2943222067755561355?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2943222067755561355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2943222067755561355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2943222067755561355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2943222067755561355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/snuff-by-slipknot.html' title='snuff by slipknot'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SYELkGFDn-I/AAAAAAAAANE/x3JCKZsRdPg/s72-c/rail3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5920052577417800250</id><published>2009-01-26T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:53:19.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learned in my life, to trust very few people. I agree that all people probably should be trusted until proven untrustworthy, yet you must be careful with that rule. I have seen that i wear my heart on my sleeve and let myself be too vulnerable to this world and the people in it. I guess I tell people everything, because thats who I am, I never lie about the girl I am. I tell people what i have done, and who I want to be. I tell people the pain and the happiness of my life. I finally realized that people truly dont care. Their are a few good people on this world, I do recognize them. Yet, moslty i find myself dissappointed by the people I excepted the most from. The person I'm stil so in love with, all he knows how to do is lie.  He has become this person, who does not even know what the truth is.  Lying has become a way of life for him. My question is..how do you open your heart to someone else, when everyone you love has only lied and let you down.  I except pain, and lies. Its life, it is bittersweet. I take the bad with the good everyday. I count my blessings. God has truly been so good to me. I try so hard to be a good person, but when your surrounded by only bad, it takes a tole on you. I am now getting all the bad people out of my life. I refuse to let one more person lie to me. Yet, i also refuse to be cold hearted and to not love again. So, my conclusion is...with love, comes pain, and suffering, and tears, and lies...but I'm going to deal with that all.  Because, without love, I am nothing. I need love, we all need love. Love is what keeps us going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5920052577417800250?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5920052577417800250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5920052577417800250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5920052577417800250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5920052577417800250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-learned-in-my-life-to-trust-very-few.html' title=''/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6877649021080916312</id><published>2009-01-21T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:58:05.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXghnRjXpwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jxUtChT3rRw/s1600-h/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXghnRjXpwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jxUtChT3rRw/s400/311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294018320584386306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgk76-795I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KaN3CagFUoI/s1600-h/road+love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgk76-795I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KaN3CagFUoI/s400/road+love3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294021973838133138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke up with my boyfriend of a year and a half. I truly gave him the world. He was my first everything and he was my everything. I still am very much in love with him. Yet, I had to finally be strong enough to leave him because he did not treat me good.  However, he did love me and he is trying to work on being a better guy. I know deep down their is this funny, loving, giving person in him, because I fell in love with that part of him. I miss that part of him, I miss alot of things. He really changed my life and affected me in so many postive and negative ways. I will always love him and i wil always want the best for him. Each day has been a struggle for me, but I'm learning alot of things about myself. Things I didnt even want to know. I made some mistakes, but I am growing from them and learning from them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgiX7Mv1xI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nVmfWaZTaL4/s1600-h/100_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgiX7Mv1xI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nVmfWaZTaL4/s400/100_0169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294019156397512466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recenely met a guy, who is probably one of the best people i have ever known. He has such a big heart and treats me the way any one would dream of being treated. I have so many emotions each day, and everything has comedown on me and been really hard. Yet, this cute boy has got me thru alot of the hard times. I am so blessed God brought him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXkyGqIn_aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lq0smziZKsE/s1600-h/cuteboy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXkyGqIn_aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lq0smziZKsE/s400/cuteboy3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294317926921797026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6877649021080916312?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6877649021080916312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6877649021080916312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6877649021080916312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6877649021080916312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-boy.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXghnRjXpwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jxUtChT3rRw/s72-c/311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3348448027539284989</id><published>2009-01-21T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:59:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics of my adorable niece</title><content type='html'>i love this beautiful baby so much. i truly cannot belive how happy she can make me. She takes me pain and sadnes away like no one else can. She is such a blessing to have and I'm so grateful that God brought her in my life. I;m so honored to be her god mother and auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgeZi04tCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqF8WcuxLxY/s1600-h/Pic+collagemary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgeZi04tCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqF8WcuxLxY/s400/Pic+collagemary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294014786168206370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="432" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/39374244074" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/39374244074" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3348448027539284989?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3348448027539284989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3348448027539284989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3348448027539284989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3348448027539284989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pics-of-my-adorable-niece.html' title='more pics of my adorable niece'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgeZi04tCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqF8WcuxLxY/s72-c/Pic+collagemary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2549951473877030444</id><published>2009-01-21T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:18:24.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgdlKeQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TeRX4NqA_2w/s1600-h/Picnik+meqoutecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgdlKeQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TeRX4NqA_2w/s400/Picnik+meqoutecollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294013886277676818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2549951473877030444?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2549951473877030444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2549951473877030444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2549951473877030444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2549951473877030444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgdlKeQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TeRX4NqA_2w/s72-c/Picnik+meqoutecollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-4370115736557650315</id><published>2009-01-21T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:54:03.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes/Lyrics I Love:</title><content type='html'>IF YOU ARE READING THIS NOW, I PUT THIS UP 3 YEARS AGO, I ALWAYS GET COMMENTS ON THIS...AND I LOVE THAT, BUT PLEASE READ THE REST OF MY BLOG, OR GO TO MY PHOTOGRAPHY SITE. http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/ BC I AM NOT THE SAME PERSON THAT USE TO LOVE THESE SONGS AND QUOTES NOW. THE OLD ME RELATES TO THEM. BUT NOW I AM IN A GREAT REALTIONSHIP, AND I TAKE LIFE EVERY DAY KNOWING THAT SOMEONE LOVES ME LIKE I LOVE THEM..AND THAT IS TRULY THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD. MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usuallyalwayssometimes.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://usuallyalwayssometimes.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shadowofthesunphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“'You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone u love is to alter ur life forever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person u loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not erased by anyone but death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of u &amp;amp; no one else can fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hold onto memories so tight, because memories never change...but the people in them do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you left me here the sun won't shine.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I saw you I liked you, when I liked you I loved you, when I loved you I lost you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now thanks to you...I'm scared to fall in love again. First of all, you broke my heart when I expected you to be the last one to do it. And now I'm left with my heart broken and in pieces and you don't even bother to notice. It's sad because all along I thought you knew me better than everyone else....but now I am starting to wonder if you even knew me at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you fall, did you break? Did you make a mistake? Did you lose how it felt to win? Don't tell me that it's over now. If I said the right thing, if I said the wrong. No matter how far I go, you will always be home. I'm sorry, but you're all that I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I wonder when it'll be my day. 'Cause I'm not too far from breaking down, and all I’ve got are screams inside. But somehow they come out in a smile, and I'm wondering if I'll always feel this way, this way.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to breathe. Well every time that you're not next to me. And now I'm forced to see, I think I'm on my way. Oh, it hurts to live today..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me you need me and I will stay, you believe me and I will wait, that you'd come back for me every time I fall. If you want me then you got me. Just never leave me alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so numb. All I've become has fallin apart. Hole in my heart. I will cry. All is a lie that we must break. Heal my heartache..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come so close, it's almost hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;When you're up close, it blinds you brilliantly&lt;br /&gt;Just one rush can change your life forever&lt;br /&gt;Just one push can end it all together&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we learn from the plague that surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;Learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Learn from this mistake&lt;br /&gt;Learn from our mistake&lt;br /&gt;Learn from their mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's no shoulder to cry on when you have no shame&lt;br /&gt;There's no finger to point when you are to blame&lt;br /&gt;Open book, in my eyes shows you rain, then storming&lt;br /&gt;I can't look, when covered by the nothing and the suffering&lt;br /&gt;Learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Learn from this mistake&lt;br /&gt;Learn from our mistake&lt;br /&gt;Learn from their mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Learn from my mistake&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, all my friends, in the ending of the story&lt;br /&gt;There's no junkie out there with a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;It consumes you, and haunts you like the devil&lt;br /&gt;It's the art of the process that kills off all the rebels&lt;br /&gt;Learn from this mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to love you I thought I could,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to own you I thought I would,&lt;br /&gt;love, hate, love."&lt;br /&gt;-alice in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgoO7FhgpI/AAAAAAAAALE/vfVQ_GhWWk0/s1600-h/kissesonswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgoO7FhgpI/AAAAAAAAALE/vfVQ_GhWWk0/s400/kissesonswing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294025598818157202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you live to be a 100, i want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so i never have to live without you."&lt;br /&gt;-winnie the pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAKUNA MATATA!"&lt;br /&gt;-lion king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXglVu-8dyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ARzjYTRQNeU/s1600-h/loved+this+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXglVu-8dyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ARzjYTRQNeU/s400/loved+this+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294022417293539106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Call Me”&lt;br /&gt;wrap me in a bolt of lightning&lt;br /&gt;send me on my way still smiling&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the way i should go&lt;br /&gt;straight into the mouth of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;i left the spare key on the table&lt;br /&gt;never really thought id be able&lt;br /&gt;to say that ill visit on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;i lost my whole life in a different&lt;br /&gt;I've said it so many times&lt;br /&gt;i would change my ways no never mind.&lt;br /&gt;god knows i tried!&lt;br /&gt;call me a sinner, call me a saint&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over, i still love you the same&lt;br /&gt;call me your favorite&lt;br /&gt;call me the worst&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over i don't want you to hurt&lt;br /&gt;its all that i can say,&lt;br /&gt;so ill be on my way&lt;br /&gt;i finally put it all together, nothing really lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;i had to make a choice that was not mine&lt;br /&gt;i had to say goodbye for the last time&lt;br /&gt;i put my life in a suitcase&lt;br /&gt;never really stayed in one place&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;and ill live my life like a Gypsy&lt;br /&gt;I've said it so many times&lt;br /&gt;i would change my ways, no never mind.&lt;br /&gt;god knows i tried!&lt;br /&gt;call me a sinner, call me a saint&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over, i still love you the same&lt;br /&gt;call me your favorite&lt;br /&gt;call me the worst&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over i don't want you to hurt&lt;br /&gt;its all that i can say,&lt;br /&gt;so ill be on my way&lt;br /&gt;ill always keep you inside&lt;br /&gt;you healed my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;and you know i tried&lt;br /&gt;call me a sinner, call me a saint&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over, i still love you the same&lt;br /&gt;call me your favorite&lt;br /&gt;call me the worst&lt;br /&gt;tell me its over i don't want you to hurt&lt;br /&gt;its all that i can say,&lt;br /&gt;so ill be on my way&lt;br /&gt;so ill be on my way.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgn3gC4VwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/by3S1Z7fwMY/s1600-h/n642594074_1091660_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgn3gC4VwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/by3S1Z7fwMY/s400/n642594074_1091660_2850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294025196422321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is every for sure, that is the only sure thing we know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgnBkhdVMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9gm8lrxRwNI/s1600-h/n642594074_878774_8488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgnBkhdVMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9gm8lrxRwNI/s400/n642594074_878774_8488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294024269911381186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'VE hAD mY mOMENTS, dAYS IN tHE sUN.&lt;br /&gt;i'VE hAD mY mOMENTS, i wAS sECOND tO nONE."&lt;br /&gt;-emerson drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgol_JadZI/AAAAAAAAALM/AfkZIHpoD_4/s1600-h/Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgol_JadZI/AAAAAAAAALM/AfkZIHpoD_4/s400/Beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294025995045205394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERE ARE 2 GREAT TRAGEDIED IN LIFE...NOT 2 GET WHAT YOUR HEART DESIRES AND TO GET IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it... I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. She begins to cry as she continues to read. I hate it when you're not around And the fact that you didn't call, But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you; Not even close; Not even a little bit; Not even at all. "&lt;br /&gt;-10 things I hate about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmEdap1VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XhGZJFTs1t8/s1600-h/n642594074_826107_2882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmEdap1VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XhGZJFTs1t8/s400/n642594074_826107_2882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294023220031771986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love and hate get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;she cut me right back down to size&lt;br /&gt;sleep the day let it fade&lt;br /&gt;who was there to take your place&lt;br /&gt;no one knows never will&lt;br /&gt;mostly me but mostly you&lt;br /&gt;what do you say do you do&lt;br /&gt;when it all comes down&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah."&lt;br /&gt;-bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 3 great things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is for you to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is for someone to love you back&lt;br /&gt;and the third greatest thing is for the first&lt;br /&gt;and second thing to happen at the same time…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it's hard to LOVE someone&lt;br /&gt;because you're so afraid of LOSING them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgo0ES421I/AAAAAAAAALU/MXPhqvd5R7M/s1600-h/railroad+love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgo0ES421I/AAAAAAAAALU/MXPhqvd5R7M/s400/railroad+love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294026236945292114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter if the guy is perfect or the girl is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;as long as they are PERfect 4 eachOTHER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not saying i CAN'T live without you, cause i can - i just dont want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God will mend your broken heart...if ur willingly to give him all the pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgpPqAwT1I/AAAAAAAAALc/sC4yQqQyx2Q/s1600-h/3picthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgpPqAwT1I/AAAAAAAAALc/sC4yQqQyx2Q/s400/3picthing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294026710926249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the world you may be one person.&lt;br /&gt;But to one person, you may be the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change will never happen when people lack the ability and courage to see themselves for who they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgpj39xcDI/AAAAAAAAALk/EY4ZCkiPcXo/s1600-h/brentie+%26+smokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgpj39xcDI/AAAAAAAAALk/EY4ZCkiPcXo/s400/brentie+%26+smokey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294027058269220914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. LOVE THEM and RELEASE THEM. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was meant to be that life would be a challenge. To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal. Teach our members that if they have a good, miserable day once in a while, or several in a row, to stand steady and face them. Things will straighten out. There is great purpose in our struggle in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgp0Ia_11I/AAAAAAAAALs/5ssvEMj0c5s/s1600-h/sad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgp0Ia_11I/AAAAAAAAALs/5ssvEMj0c5s/s400/sad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294027337564673874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OVER &amp;amp; OVER&lt;br /&gt;i tried&lt;br /&gt;AND OVER &amp;amp; OVER&lt;br /&gt;you lied&lt;br /&gt;AND OVER &amp;amp; OVER&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T KNOW WHY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmbXfH_0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cx5vBgb5YNc/s1600-h/sadg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmbXfH_0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cx5vBgb5YNc/s400/sadg+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294023613576904514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People said it would never work out&lt;br /&gt;But living dreams, we shattered all doubts...&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to prove 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;LiViN OuR LoVe SoNg."&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Michael carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;I can't get around you...&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you...&lt;br /&gt;I taste you...&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you...ALWAYS."&lt;br /&gt;-saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgqFTnojJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zBRToBbAMEU/s1600-h/n1198096737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgqFTnojJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zBRToBbAMEU/s400/n1198096737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294027632628239506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like A Stone”&lt;br /&gt;"on a cobweb afternoon&lt;br /&gt;in a room full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;by a freeway i confess&lt;br /&gt;i was lost in the pages&lt;br /&gt;of a book full of death&lt;br /&gt;reading how we'll die alone&lt;br /&gt;and if we're good we'll lay to rest&lt;br /&gt;anywhere we want to go&lt;br /&gt;in your house i long to be&lt;br /&gt;room by room patiently&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;like a stone i'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;on my deathbed i will pray&lt;br /&gt;to the gods and the angels&lt;br /&gt;like a pagan to anyone&lt;br /&gt;who will take me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;to a place i call&lt;br /&gt;i was there so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the sky was bruised&lt;br /&gt;the wine was bled&lt;br /&gt;and there you led me on&lt;br /&gt;and on i read&lt;br /&gt;until the day was gone&lt;br /&gt;and i sat in regret&lt;br /&gt;of all the things i've done&lt;br /&gt;for all that i've blessed&lt;br /&gt;and all that i've wronged&lt;br /&gt;in dreams until my death&lt;br /&gt;i will wander on."&lt;br /&gt;-audioslave, "like a stone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Time Is Now”&lt;br /&gt;You're my last breathe&lt;br /&gt;You're a breathe of fresh air to me&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm empty&lt;br /&gt;So tell me you care for me&lt;br /&gt;You're the first thing&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;On a promise&lt;br /&gt;A day dream yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Time is upon us&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the night is young&lt;br /&gt;Flowers blossom&lt;br /&gt;In the winter time&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment&lt;br /&gt;The time is now&lt;br /&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this moment last&lt;br /&gt;You may find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Out on a limb for me&lt;br /&gt;Could you expect it as&lt;br /&gt;A part of your destiny&lt;br /&gt;I give all I have&lt;br /&gt;But it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And my patience is shot&lt;br /&gt;So I'm calling your bluff&lt;br /&gt;And we gave it time&lt;br /&gt;All eyes are on the clock&lt;br /&gt;But time takes too much time&lt;br /&gt;Please make the waiting stop&lt;br /&gt;And the atmosphere is charged.&lt;br /&gt;In you I trust.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel no fear as I&lt;br /&gt;Do as I must.&lt;br /&gt;Tempted by fear&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;The time is now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I've been empty too long&lt;br /&gt;The time is now&lt;br /&gt;The tender night has gone&lt;br /&gt;And the time has gone&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this moment last ."&lt;br /&gt;-Moloko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgqniC6NrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wJROjN-qQuE/s1600-h/sadg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgqniC6NrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wJROjN-qQuE/s400/sadg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294028220616292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a point in your life&lt;br /&gt;when you get tired of chasing&lt;br /&gt;everyone &amp;amp; trying to fix everything&lt;br /&gt;But it's not giving up…&lt;br /&gt;it's realizing that you don't need&lt;br /&gt;certain people, the bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;and the drama that they bring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgnj42Y4sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QGWKw-sXn2g/s1600-h/sad_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgnj42Y4sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QGWKw-sXn2g/s400/sad_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294024859483431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to set you free, recognize my disease&lt;br /&gt;Love, sex, pain, confusion, suffering&lt;br /&gt;Your there crying, I feel not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear: false evidence appearing real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a rich man beg&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a good man sin&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a tough man cry&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a loser win&lt;br /&gt;And a sad man grin&lt;br /&gt;I heard an honest man lie&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the good side of bad&lt;br /&gt;And the down side of up&lt;br /&gt;And everything between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you do not trust enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgrtj2WF0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/N6LeOP81xYc/s1600-h/bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgrtj2WF0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/N6LeOP81xYc/s400/bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029423691306818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love someone when the mere thought of losing them brings you 2tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgsAvRU8eI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8-qnVYWyp_E/s1600-h/n642594074_674804_8182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgsAvRU8eI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8-qnVYWyp_E/s400/n642594074_674804_8182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029753174782434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, ill admit it: i miss you, i miss us. but i cant think about those things anymore. I gotta move on. because this, this is pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a little TRUTH behind every jk,&lt;br /&gt;a little CURIOSITY behind every jw,&lt;br /&gt;a little KNOWLEDGE behind every idk,&lt;br /&gt;and a little EMOTION behind every idc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Near to you, I am healing&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgsQXNB0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gHqa5XUCVu4/s1600-h/fix+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgsQXNB0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gHqa5XUCVu4/s400/fix+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294030021592207762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fix You"&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home,&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones,&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you,&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgyq_QtuxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4bEzs6HJGQ4/s1600-h/100_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgyq_QtuxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4bEzs6HJGQ4/s400/100_0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294037076091452178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never Gonna Change"&lt;br /&gt;Just as sure as the sky is blue, and the ocean too&lt;br /&gt;I've never lied to you&lt;br /&gt;And I've never ever done anything that would render me untrue&lt;br /&gt;But, (as) for you, I can't say the same&lt;br /&gt;You have only brought me pain&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in pointing fingers, when I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;And we all pay the prices&lt;br /&gt;Of the games that we play&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to love you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't walk away...&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say 'I just wanna be with you'&lt;br /&gt;What to I have to change?&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to prove?&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna change...&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna change...&lt;br /&gt;It still blows me away somehow when you seem so proud&lt;br /&gt;Of the damage that you've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm a puppet in your pageant&lt;br /&gt;I'm a game you played for fun&lt;br /&gt;Still now when I see you frown and you see me smile&lt;br /&gt;And you say I'm still the one&lt;br /&gt;You know you are quite the actress&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just not that dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgzcM7_tGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kTLXmcL_fYw/s1600-h/love+in+hoods.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgzcM7_tGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kTLXmcL_fYw/s400/love+in+hoods.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294037921576236130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blurry"&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so blurry&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;pre-occupied without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;there's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well you shoved it in my face&lt;br /&gt;this pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgzOxC9wkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nWbcUZeu34Y/s1600-h/ponytail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgzOxC9wkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nWbcUZeu34Y/s400/ponytail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294037690750976578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breaking Inside"&lt;br /&gt;I caught a chill&lt;br /&gt;and it's still frozen on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I think about why&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, by myself&lt;br /&gt;No one else to explain&lt;br /&gt;how far do I go?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;If the end is so much better, why don't we just live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm the last one in line&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm too late this time&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live&lt;br /&gt;To waste another day&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall and say I lost it all&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby there's a part of me to hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;Leaving pieces of me behind&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm breaking inside Out here, nothings clear&lt;br /&gt;Except the moment I decided to move on and I ignited&lt;br /&gt;Disappear into the fear&lt;br /&gt;You know there ain't no comin' back&lt;br /&gt;When you're still carrying the past&lt;br /&gt;You can't erase, separate&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all understand&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the last one in line&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out what's mine&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live&lt;br /&gt;To waste another day&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the shadow of mistakes I made&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall and say I lost it all&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby there's a part of me to hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;Leaving pieces of me behind&lt;br /&gt;Leaving pieces of me behind&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm breaking inside&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the last one in line,&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out what's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-4370115736557650315?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4370115736557650315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=4370115736557650315' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4370115736557650315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4370115736557650315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2009/01/quoteslyrics-i-love.html' title='Quotes/Lyrics I Love:'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgoO7FhgpI/AAAAAAAAALE/vfVQ_GhWWk0/s72-c/kissesonswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-5582070007981285443</id><published>2008-12-08T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:25:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music gets me through this life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ST2ewQawsVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hh0hAgxmne8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ST2ewQawsVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hh0hAgxmne8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277548890226209106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-5582070007981285443?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5582070007981285443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=5582070007981285443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5582070007981285443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/5582070007981285443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-gets-me-through-this-life.html' title='music gets me through this life'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/ST2ewQawsVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hh0hAgxmne8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2690714868648184657</id><published>2008-11-30T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:46:04.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like a drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/STnLRU6u5cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7rW_LcPrVRs/s1600-h/timetellsall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/STnLRU6u5cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7rW_LcPrVRs/s400/timetellsall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276471936974513602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;and from that very first day,&lt;br /&gt;i knew everything was about to change.&lt;br /&gt;just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;u captivated me and drew me in,&lt;br /&gt;and everyday from that moment,&lt;br /&gt;i lost a little bit of my innocent.&lt;br /&gt;i mean kids grow up, &lt;br /&gt;they have to lose that innocent someday,&lt;br /&gt;but it was all too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;i loved the high when i was with you,&lt;br /&gt;i loved how you made me feel,&lt;br /&gt;but i soon realized,&lt;br /&gt;that i would have to comedown.&lt;br /&gt;and just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;the coming down was unbearable sorrow and pain that you bruised my&lt;br /&gt;innocent heart with.&lt;br /&gt;you changed me,&lt;br /&gt;you were that safe haven for me&lt;br /&gt;because i was comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;you were that escape from reality i was always searching for.&lt;br /&gt;you made me forget all my problems,&lt;br /&gt;but then i soon realized my biggest problem,&lt;br /&gt;my biggest suffering..&lt;br /&gt;well that was you.&lt;br /&gt;you would bring me so so high,&lt;br /&gt;and let me fall so far down.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day i had this hole in me&lt;br /&gt;i had this new sadness, this new lose in me.&lt;br /&gt;and that lose was me losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;i put you above everyone,&lt;br /&gt;i even put you above me at times.&lt;br /&gt;and just like a drug, &lt;br /&gt;i knew i needed to quit.&lt;br /&gt;i knew you probaly caused me more happiness,&lt;br /&gt;yet more pain then i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;baby, just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;im relapsing,&lt;br /&gt;but one day,&lt;br /&gt;one day soon,&lt;br /&gt;im not going to relapse anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im going to walk away from you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take all the pain and all the happiness&lt;br /&gt;and learn and grow and remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;and just like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;you might always be what i want,&lt;br /&gt;but your not want i need.&lt;br /&gt;and im no longer addicted,&lt;br /&gt;im gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2690714868648184657?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2690714868648184657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2690714868648184657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2690714868648184657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2690714868648184657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-like-drug.html' title='just like a drug'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/STnLRU6u5cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7rW_LcPrVRs/s72-c/timetellsall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2407929341808922756</id><published>2008-11-09T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:42:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"when words fail, music speaks."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRfivzuqzuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MbiMqH7OW1I/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266927600200765154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRfivzuqzuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MbiMqH7OW1I/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2407929341808922756?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2407929341808922756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2407929341808922756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2407929341808922756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2407929341808922756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-words-fail-music-speaks.html' title='&quot;when words fail, music speaks.&quot;'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRfivzuqzuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MbiMqH7OW1I/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7850676966138408900</id><published>2008-11-04T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:16:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever&amp;always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFKUVk6PnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UVGp3lA_yho/s1600-h/addicted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071152622616178" style="WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFKUVk6PnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UVGp3lA_yho/s400/addicted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want the fairy tale ending,&lt;br /&gt;the come grow old with me and be happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;I want less fights,&lt;br /&gt;and more kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I want less put downs,&lt;br /&gt;and more "your beautifuls."&lt;br /&gt;I want less taking,&lt;br /&gt;and more giving.&lt;br /&gt;I want you always,&lt;br /&gt;and forever.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to love,&lt;br /&gt;and want me so much that your gonna give me&lt;br /&gt;all my wants and more.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want the fairy tale ending like I do.&lt;br /&gt;And in our fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;theres no ending,&lt;br /&gt;theres just you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever and always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7850676966138408900?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7850676966138408900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7850676966138408900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7850676966138408900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7850676966138408900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-addicted-to-you.html' title='forever&amp;always'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFKUVk6PnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UVGp3lA_yho/s72-c/addicted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-4384409315348973569</id><published>2008-11-04T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:21:15.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful niece Mary Rene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SSZvUgX3O9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4rbjdlyl5Tc/s1600-h/baptism+pick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271022811961834450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SSZvUgX3O9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4rbjdlyl5Tc/s400/baptism+pick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRfjjrB9lHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AzpYAVsUT0k/s1600-h/mary+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFJXEhpwdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8P5wh2akK9E/s1600-h/n642594074_932703_6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265070100073529810" style="WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFJXEhpwdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8P5wh2akK9E/s400/n642594074_932703_6987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Sometimes", said Pooh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"the smallest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;take up the most room in your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-4384409315348973569?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4384409315348973569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=4384409315348973569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4384409315348973569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/4384409315348973569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-beautiful-niece-mary-rene.html' title='my beautiful niece Mary Rene'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SSZvUgX3O9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4rbjdlyl5Tc/s72-c/baptism+pick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-3865419040321511314</id><published>2008-11-04T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:17:58.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFIQaTVznI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GhA9-ZFZOm4/s1600-h/picnik+of+me+and+brent.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068886148370034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFIQaTVznI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GhA9-ZFZOm4/s400/picnik+of+me+and+brent.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't get around you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I breathe you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I taste you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't live without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ALWAYS." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;             -saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-3865419040321511314?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3865419040321511314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=3865419040321511314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3865419040321511314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/3865419040321511314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFIQaTVznI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GhA9-ZFZOm4/s72-c/picnik+of+me+and+brent.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6152198951130357397</id><published>2008-09-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:31:59.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqxv1V3_rI/AAAAAAAAADc/vWGA8AxxLd0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249703750984531634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqxv1V3_rI/AAAAAAAAADc/vWGA8AxxLd0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqw5Nbia3I/AAAAAAAAADU/mitM1issvsw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249702812557929330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqw5Nbia3I/AAAAAAAAADU/mitM1issvsw/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have been drawing a mural on my wall. It is still not complete, but this is it so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6152198951130357397?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6152198951130357397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6152198951130357397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6152198951130357397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6152198951130357397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mural.html' title='My Mural'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqxv1V3_rI/AAAAAAAAADc/vWGA8AxxLd0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1771148680654673981</id><published>2008-09-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:02:30.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures i drew a couple years ago, i need to start drawing more..i just need more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqn_HXHr3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CoPpadYjUkI/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249693018403352434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqn_HXHr3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CoPpadYjUkI/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;i think this was actually inspired by britney spears. It dosent look like her, but its just a girl but britneys songs and face inspired it. Yes, i love her songs and have the greatest hits cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqnaj2imkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VQeYYYe9Fqo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249692390396172866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqnaj2imkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VQeYYYe9Fqo/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;I drew this a very long time ago, just because I love clothes and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqmo1rlVRI/AAAAAAAAACs/etyPh8UlVNw/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249691536188593426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqmo1rlVRI/AAAAAAAAACs/etyPh8UlVNw/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;well this was drawn kinda fast and badly, but i have a thing for spiderman, what else can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqlzfZ4zpI/AAAAAAAAACk/4ttZBmTUDFI/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249690619675725458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqlzfZ4zpI/AAAAAAAAACk/4ttZBmTUDFI/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I adore Maroon 5 and after i bought their first cd, i drew their album cover. All their lyrics really get me and i think adam levine is so sexy and has such a unique and beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqlaImjfXI/AAAAAAAAACc/wN1ohbAM7KI/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249690184058109298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqlaImjfXI/AAAAAAAAACc/wN1ohbAM7KI/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;inspired by watching "Pirates of the Carribean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1771148680654673981?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1771148680654673981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1771148680654673981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1771148680654673981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1771148680654673981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-i-drew-couple-years-ago-i-need.html' title='pictures i drew a couple years ago, i need to start drawing more..i just need more time.'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNqn_HXHr3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CoPpadYjUkI/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-1335556520672426302</id><published>2008-09-23T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:23:32.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awe-some-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNl6UP44-fI/AAAAAAAAACU/5Fuqxuob7qk/s1600-h/art2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249361328958142962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNl6UP44-fI/AAAAAAAAACU/5Fuqxuob7qk/s400/art2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-1335556520672426302?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1335556520672426302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=1335556520672426302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1335556520672426302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/1335556520672426302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/awe-some-ness.html' title='awe-some-ness'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SNl6UP44-fI/AAAAAAAAACU/5Fuqxuob7qk/s72-c/art2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-2822241566534829332</id><published>2008-09-12T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:22:55.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMrdZgH-H3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6pQqmT-K1aI/s1600-h/sad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245248146216198002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMrdZgH-H3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6pQqmT-K1aI/s400/sad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You said, "I won't."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "You promise?"&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Yea I promise, stop worrying."&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I believed you.&lt;br /&gt;but that was the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Your lies caught up.&lt;br /&gt;The next times I asked, it became, "It's none of your business."&lt;br /&gt;or, "Your worrying too much."&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest, I didn't worry enough.&lt;br /&gt;You lie, You lie, and you deny.&lt;br /&gt;Even when your were caught, you never stopped lying.&lt;br /&gt;All i did was cry, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm crying because I still have hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that your going to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Hope in you.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that your going to change.&lt;br /&gt;But you made me into this hopeless girl.&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't hurt me, don't lie...&lt;br /&gt;Just give this hopeless girl her hope back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMrYRxFdt0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Orxph-so0Dg/s1600-h/sad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-2822241566534829332?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2822241566534829332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=2822241566534829332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2822241566534829332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/2822241566534829332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-said-i-wont.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMrdZgH-H3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/6pQqmT-K1aI/s72-c/sad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-7020563281785251978</id><published>2008-09-11T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:32:07.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make this moment last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFLuiYtKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dH8j9YlqUGY/s1600-h/n642594074_763297_9695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265072702249314306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFLuiYtKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dH8j9YlqUGY/s400/n642594074_763297_9695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMjT1dggIfI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gpg7K5CEKBc/s1600-h/loveinthepark3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244674681480421874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMjT1dggIfI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gpg7K5CEKBc/s400/loveinthepark3.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;inspired by song "the time is now"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-7020563281785251978?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7020563281785251978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=7020563281785251978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7020563281785251978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/7020563281785251978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/moloko.html' title='make this moment last'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFLuiYtKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dH8j9YlqUGY/s72-c/n642594074_763297_9695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-382073221918324127</id><published>2008-09-10T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:28:01.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of my Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMirnNRLN8I/AAAAAAAAABk/m0K7vqTsVtY/s1600-h/a_art_of_versions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244630456137889730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="304" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMirnNRLN8I/AAAAAAAAABk/m0K7vqTsVtY/s400/a_art_of_versions.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm Liz and i'm here to share what i think and view art as. To me art is in the eye's of the beholder, its what you as a human, sees as beauty. Its the shoulder you lean on as you watch the sunset, its the first moment you see your new born child, its the first kiss, its the song on the radio that takes you away from everything, its the brush strokes in a picture that brings you tears of happiness, its all these things that I see are beautiful, its these things that are art to me. And its these things I want to share to you..my words, my drawings, my pictures, my favorite quotes, lyrics, songs, and myself. I want you to see my beauty, the perfections and imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-382073221918324127?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/382073221918324127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=382073221918324127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/382073221918324127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/382073221918324127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-liz-and-im-here-to-share-what-i.html' title='The Beauty of my Art'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMirnNRLN8I/AAAAAAAAABk/m0K7vqTsVtY/s72-c/a_art_of_versions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312943759475166278.post-6721064797265888926</id><published>2008-09-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:29:07.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of me, flaws and all</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SRFK7uO71lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9Yjtb-cXy78/s1600-h/n642594074_674804_8182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;someone once said.."i believe that everything happens 4 a reason. People change so u can learn to let them go, things go wrong so that u appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so that u basically learn to trust no one, but urself and &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244621929172618290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMij232OzDI/AAAAAAAAABY/0ktgV8iSyco/s320/peace+luv+n+me.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.".....this is who i am. Yes, i can sit here for 8 hours writing about myself, all the good and all the bad, but i will just leave you with this quote for now, because its one of my favorites, and it describes exactly who i am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312943759475166278-6721064797265888926?l=brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6721064797265888926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312943759475166278&amp;postID=6721064797265888926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6721064797265888926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312943759475166278/posts/default/6721064797265888926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brighterthanhissunshine.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-of-me-flaws-and-all.html' title='the beauty of me, flaws and all'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006032327851934616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kPkaYN4hao/TkYyfQMLihI/AAAAAAAABOM/HbXYEYeYszw/s220/271129_10150236435819075_642594074_7340799_2480475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SMij232OzDI/AAAAAAAAABY/0ktgV8iSyco/s72-c/peace+luv+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
