<?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-3897922357725325682</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:15:20.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helen C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08267975867148980513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897922357725325682.post-9062903139161004291</id><published>2010-09-13T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:08:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>I wake up each day struggling to be happy.  All my emotions that are fighting to be freed are bottled up  until I can return to my room at the end of the day and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt; it.  I never pictured myself to be a cry-baby, but I've been crying almost everyday that it is becoming a necessity to my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this cycle of waking up, being sad, crying, sleeping, and waking up to only feel like I am back at square one. I don't want to be a broken-hearted girl anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken-hearted Girl -Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only one I’d love enough to not forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The times that you hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It pains me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let me just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you would never come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let me just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No…No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I’m at a place I thought I’d never be…Oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m living in a world that’s all about you and me…yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away With you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna be without my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t want to take a breath with out my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let me just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way..No..No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want a broken heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken-hearted girl No…no… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897922357725325682-9062903139161004291?l=unspokenwrds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/feeds/9062903139161004291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/09/broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/9062903139161004291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/9062903139161004291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/09/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>Helen C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08267975867148980513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897922357725325682.post-6048450627527597818</id><published>2010-09-11T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:01:23.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Everything to me is just a leap of faith.  A leap of faith that everything will turn out okay (maybe through God's guidance).  I always understood that I had no control over my surroundings, but each day I am beginning to realize how little control I have over my thoughts and emotions as well.  I find myself constantly trying to make sense of my situation and what is the "best" way to handle it, yet my emotions are telling me another story.  When the mind and heart does not agree, I start to have doubts about my current course of action.  I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt; because I can't follow my heart, but my conscience is telling me that this is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;direction to be heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that when you love someone, you want the best for them.  I truly want joy and happiness for him.  And so I have been constantly reminding myself not to be selfish, not to do anything that will pull him back into my current state of desperateness and confusion.  He has been there and done that for me, and I gratefully acknowledge that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this is a small taste of what Hell feels like?  Christians describe Hell as "not being with God", and to me that translates to mental and emotional pain of not having peace in the mind and heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897922357725325682-6048450627527597818?l=unspokenwrds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/feeds/6048450627527597818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/6048450627527597818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/6048450627527597818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Helen C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08267975867148980513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897922357725325682.post-6004897975842513628</id><published>2010-06-10T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:00:26.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of this Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(54, 66, 70);font-family:Futura;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;font-size:180%;" &gt;Putting my thoughts into words has always been very hard for me.  I can feel my emotions, but I cannot clearly explain how I am feeling.  I love to hear stories, but I cannot tell a story well enough from beginning to end.  To put it simply, I just do not present my thoughts well enough for the other person to grasp what I actually mean to say.  That being said,  I have decided to begin these series of journal entries to help me practice expressing my jumbled thought coherently into well thought out words.  And of course, I will probably use this journal to express my inner thoughts about love and life or maybe random thoughts that come to mind.  I'll also include updates on what is currently going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Futura; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 9px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(54, 66, 70);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897922357725325682-6004897975842513628?l=unspokenwrds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/feeds/6004897975842513628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/06/purpose-of-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/6004897975842513628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897922357725325682/posts/default/6004897975842513628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds.blogspot.com/2010/06/purpose-of-this-blog.html' title='The Purpose of this Blog'/><author><name>Helen C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08267975867148980513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
