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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:82697</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2009-03-03T14:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T18:15:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">This isn't about one specific person at all. I don't want anymore bullshit to start than there already is in my life. I hate it when you want to say something to someone but you KNOW that there is some way that they will turn it around and make you the bad guy. You don't want to start an argument necessarily, you just want to throw something out there that has been bothering you. I don't feel like I can do that with any of my friends. I feel like if will be turned into something way bigger than it actually s and start a huge argument that is uncalled for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHHhHhHHhHHHHHhhhHHhhhhhhhhhHhhHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a bad place I guess.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:82633</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-09-05T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T01:36:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T01:36:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never been one for politics, but recently I've been watching the news. I've always leaned toward the democratic party, it's how I was raised. Personally I think most of the stuff in the U.S. is bullshit anyways. If you can go to war, you should be able to drink. If you can buy a gun, you should be able to drink. Shit like that. I'm not just saying that because I want to be able to drink, that would be stupid. I don't support the war. Not one bit. But I stand by the troops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary said this earlier, "The thing is though, which is really sad, if Obama get's elected, I think he's gonna get assassinated." Which may or may not be true. Obviously I hope it doesn't happen. If I were 18 by the time elections come around, I would vote for him in a heartbeat. I'm so close! Oh well. Anyways, I know it will never happen, but it's wishful thinking. I wish there was no racism, no religions, no wars, no poverty. Someone always has to be at the bottom, someone always has to be at the top, it's how it's always been throughout time starting with basic organisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically just ranting now, and I can never say anything how I want it to sound. I took a shot though, whether it came out coherently or not. My thoughts and opinions are too confusing for me to get out of my head.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:82317</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-08-25T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T18:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T18:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today is basically the shittiest day I've had in a long time. I've let down my parents, my mom basically told me I probably wasn't going to college, she didn't say why but she probably meant I either didn't have the discipline for it or that I wouldn't be able to pay for it. I'm saving up for a car, after I fix my parents. I might become a supervisor at Macro eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need something stable. I haven't been genuinely happy since last summer. I'm terrified of starting school. I want to do well but I don't know how. It's going to be completely different than last year, we're going to barely have any help. I'm being forced to be independent and it's hard. I'm almost 18. I need this, I know I do. I plan on moving out at some point in the near future, whether it be next summer or while I'm still in school. As long as I have a car and a cell phone and a roof over my head I'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do go to college, I think I want to go to Johnson. It's close to home, it's laid back, my cousin will be there and Sam and Jeremy and Dan and Caitlyn. I WILL go to college. I want a history related masters so I can teach high school kids. History is a passion of mine and it always has been. I want to prove my parents wrong. Neither of them went to college. My dad could have had free tuition but he fucked it up. I will pay my way through college no matter what. I NEED to prove them wrong.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:82129</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-08-10T09:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-10T13:20:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T13:20:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh P.S. that last one wasn't about anyone, anyone on here knows.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:81680</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-08-09T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T23:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-09T23:16:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You really need to grow the fuck up. Stop thinking so highly of yourself because you aren't that great. You need to get your head out of your ass and take a breath of fresh air. You're a bitch. I really don't know why you're so well liked because you're two faced, you're mean, you're selfish, and you basically have the mindset of a two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever though, I guess it doesn't matter that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday night too :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:81603</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-08-03T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T02:04:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T02:04:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You are a stupid fuck. Fuckfuckfuck I'm so annoyed right now. SO FUCKING ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything fucking sucks right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:81180</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-17T15:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T19:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T19:22:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At least you aren't in deniallllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been awesome. IIIIII don't remember the other night. But whateva whateva.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:81064</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-09T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T16:19:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T16:19:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why are you the fakest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;I mean really. &lt;br /&gt;I know no one as fake as you.&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to stab you in the eye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:80694</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-08T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T03:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T03:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Therapy legitimately helps my anger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is really sick.&lt;br /&gt;She may die in two months.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my mother would do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:80636</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-07T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T20:03:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T20:03:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He cheered me up last night.&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one that could.&lt;br /&gt;He's a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how old he is, how long I've known him, that I've never actually met him,&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh when no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that my Grandma has leukemia and my great uncle has prostate cancer. &lt;br /&gt;And Terry's treatment didn't work. &lt;br /&gt;He has to have a bone marrow transplant. &lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm insanely upset and out of place.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:80278</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-06T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T03:37:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T03:37:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, someone's full of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Take you're trivial teenage angst somewhere else.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:80104</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-06T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-06T23:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-06T23:38:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am really close to my breaking point. I feel like I'm going to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone. &lt;br /&gt;I need someone to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what to do with myself.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-04T19:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T23:47:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T23:50:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You have absolutely NO right to speak so coldly of him. Just because you were married into the fucking family god knows how long ago doesn't mean you know anything about us. You talk about it so carelessly, like it doesn't matter, and to my fucking dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what.&lt;br /&gt;It matters.&lt;br /&gt;It matters a whole fucking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it would go away. Shit like this isn't supposed to ever happen to you. You just hear about it and think, wow that sucks so bad it could never happen to me. But guess the fuck what. It happened and I'm basically torn the fuck apart inside.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-07-02T22:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T02:31:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T02:31:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This isn't supposed to happen to me. This happens in shitty Lifetime movies. It isn't supposed to happen to me. I cried all the way home.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-26T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T18:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T18:29:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:78940</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-25T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T17:44:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T17:44:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate it when people try to involve themselves in things that are none of their business. I can understand people being like, "Oh what happened with so and so." Because like, everyone does that, I do that, I won't even pretend to deny that. It's just when people are like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what you did to your friends was bullshit and they are way better than you'll ever be. you're low and you're sad and it's a shame you want to make people feel like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what pisses me off.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-24T22:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T02:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T02:47:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Who was that, you're boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH WHAT WHAT WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lawd my life is confusing.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-24T13:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T17:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T17:58:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night was sooooo much fun. I met up with Morgan and we went to the show and there were so many people there. I'm really glad I decided to go. I think the best part though was that we went to Denny's. It was so much fun. I guess I have like a love/hate relationship with Chris and Carisa because last night we got along really well but I dunno. Carisa and I played with the automatic foam soap dispensers. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all last night was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT KYLE?! WHO'S PARKED IN THE GARAGE AND WHO'S ON THE STREET?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL.... SHUT UP CAITLIN I HATE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERE WILL BE NO FUN IN THE WORK PLACE -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life right now.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-22T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T01:32:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T01:35:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Clarification: I DID care, I DON'T anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so much more stress free than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work was awesome. Kyle kept sending me messages to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;"SUPERVISOR: Dude, she's on drugs."&lt;br /&gt;*Looks over at Kyle*&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"SUPERVISOR: The girl in front of you."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;"SUPERVISOR: She's twitcher than a crack addict..."&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying him a party hat =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allanna and I might go to Less Than Jake in New York. It would be so much fun. I like Less Than Jake and I love Allanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my tattoo soon. Maybe next weekend? I don't quite know yet. I'm going to get my first tree. When I turn 18 I'll probably get my second. Then behind my ears done. I can't wait to be 18. I'm scared, but at the same time, really pumped. My cousin is going to take me to Canada =] I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is really good right now. Like, really good.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-18T22:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T02:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T02:11:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am such an angry person. The smallest things make me livid. Even if I'm just looking at a picture of someone that I'm mad at, I get fucking furious. I get hot, I shake, I get snippy. I punch shit too often. I really can't control it. Fuuuuuck everything.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-18T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T01:52:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T01:52:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it bad that I never really cared?&lt;br /&gt;If it is, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACIE AND THE BOONDOCK SAINTS SHOULD BE COMING SOON.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-17T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T04:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T04:09:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're so far in denial. You think Hilary is your best friend then why wouldn't she tell you that? And I'm really not a horrible person inside and out, i just have horrible tendancies. Also, you don't know the fucking meaning of hurt. You're so fucking sheltered and you get everything handed to you on a fucking silver platter. You've barely had to work for anything your entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd add my thought about that. It doesn't really even matter anymore. You and Hilary can have a good life together. You're relationship seems pretty solid =]</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-16T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T03:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T03:56:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't if anyone believes me or not but I was going to apologize to those people that my last LJ was about before I knew that they had even read it. But they didn't give me the fucking chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them I'm a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am but I could really care less anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even express how angry I am right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caity_conceited:76947</id>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-15T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T02:15:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">SOOOOO many things are annoying me lately. My friends, my family, MY ANIMALS. The only thing that isn't annoying me is my work and the people at my work. Most people bitch and moan about Macro but I really don't have any problem with it. I worked over 19 hours this weekend. I love mostly everyone there and a lot of the people really like me. I'm just so sick of all the fucking stupid two faced whiney bullshit that I put up with daily.&lt;br /&gt;I was use beyond belief this weekend and did I see any reward for any of my troubles? No, I didn't. I would like to be ASKED to do something, not told that I'm going to do something. You aren't my parents, you can't tell me what the fuck to do. &lt;br /&gt;All of it is just stupid and petty and avoidable. HE DOESN'T EVEN LIVE HERE. WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER. IT DOESN'T MATTER SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;UGH I am so irritable lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerman asked me for a haircut today. He really needs one. I laughed though. He's a nice guy. I miss working at Dunkin' only because of him, Peter, and John. I still talk to Peter a lot and I stop in to see Nerman from time to time but I miss seeing them regularly. They were really funny. I want a new set of friends. I'm not saying I hate the ones I have or anything, I'm just sick of them. I've spent way too much time with them so all of their stupid mannerisms and problems are just obnoxious to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a bitch but I really could care less.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a depressing day in other ways too. It's ok that I suck, I've come to terms with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Chris hasn't changed really. I thought he had and that I wanted to be best friends with him again but I guess I don't really know what I want. He's still the same as he was Sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just confused.</content>
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    <title>caity_conceited @ 2008-06-11T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-12T02:04:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I thought you had changed but you're still as much as a fucking faggot as you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurt you physically as much as you've hurt me emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get you're fucking face beaten in.</content>
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