<?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-2974210551321092965</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:05:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things unsaid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974210551321092965.post-270935869190887771</id><published>2011-10-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:07:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life.</title><content type='html'>I come to think that what I have is not enough. I am never truely happy with how things are and what I have and to think of it, I don't know why. I believe that I want things sooner than I get them. I have the best of friends, yet I want more, I have everything that I could possibly need, but it's never enough. And even though we could have all that each of us would dream of, right in the palm of our hands, it would still not be enough to satisfy us and our needs. We dream of the next level that might satisfy us for a while, but once we see something new, something that someone else has that makes them happy, we like the thought of that thing making us happy as much as it made them. And we should all change our train of thought to mkae us happy with the things we do have, and believe that the things we don't have, well, we can live without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-270935869190887771?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/270935869190887771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/270935869190887771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/270935869190887771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life.html' title='My life.'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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-2974210551321092965.post-3760838842034393221</id><published>2011-06-09T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:13:49.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I hear the thunder, and I see the rain; it may cover up the tears, but never hides the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-3760838842034393221?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/3760838842034393221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/3760838842034393221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/3760838842034393221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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-2974210551321092965.post-6192045701378205260</id><published>2011-04-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:25:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And years from now our big problems will seem so small; so why worry about them so much? Letting them cause us so much stress and meyhem. It's quite pointless, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-6192045701378205260?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/6192045701378205260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/04/futuree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/6192045701378205260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/6192045701378205260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/04/futuree.html' title='Futuree'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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-2974210551321092965.post-54425605245075440</id><published>2011-03-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:07:28.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know I have no followers but yet I'm new. It doesnt bother me any. It just feels good to get things out of my mind and off of my cheast to whoever may read this some day in the future who does not&amp;nbsp;know who I am and cant really judge me. Its like speaking your mind, without really hurting anyone or just helping yourself understand things better by typing it out. I can write what I'm scared to say to people, only because they might not have the same point of view and I do not seem like the type of person who thinks about life, the future and all the little things deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-54425605245075440?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/54425605245075440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/03/followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/54425605245075440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/54425605245075440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/03/followers.html' title='followers'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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-2974210551321092965.post-9121647228908402664</id><published>2011-02-26T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:14:16.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonable anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate when I get mad for no reason. There's nothing that has made me mad so I have no reason for it right? It doesn't add up really. Think about it. You randomly get angry over something you don't even know and you take it out on everyone you are talking to and everything around you. What did they do to deserve that? Just because you were mad for an unknown reason? Even when you know taking it out on them wont help any, and they didn't create any problem that you could possibly be mad about. So is there a reason for unreasonable anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-9121647228908402664?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/9121647228908402664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/02/unreasonable-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/9121647228908402664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/9121647228908402664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/02/unreasonable-anger.html' title='unreasonable anger'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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-2974210551321092965.post-7556845042497398093</id><published>2011-02-23T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:21:45.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I tend to get the feeling that no one really understands me for me. I mean, all my close friends know me and tell each other everything that could possibly happen in this big world but at times, everyone gets on your nerves to were you just want to be by yourself. And at times, I get on my own nerves; doing things that I wish I didn't do, and thinking that there was a better choice, then wondering why I didn't pick that one. But even though they may get on my nerves and are there for me no matter what, I'm glad that I have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974210551321092965-7556845042497398093?l=said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/feeds/7556845042497398093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/02/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/7556845042497398093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974210551321092965/posts/default/7556845042497398093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://said-but-never-heard.blogspot.com/2011/02/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14637486270011652273</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>
