<?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-3793208814175371293</id><updated>2012-02-01T13:43:17.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS TIME DON'T NEED ANOTHER PERFECT LINE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-929455203851433628</id><published>2012-01-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:04:13.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things were better than they are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbX4GImlTkY/Tw3PCPLRbbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d7nvckomI7I/s1600/P1010283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbX4GImlTkY/Tw3PCPLRbbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d7nvckomI7I/s320/P1010283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left, but came again. Talked about what happened.. stupid conversation. Didn't make sense at all. Was good at the start, when I didn't analyze it. Talked to a friend about it. She opened my eyes. Feel like rubbish right now. Don't know what to do, what to say or how to act. Wish everything was like before. When it was only us. When the only thing that worried me was receiving you mail from the night before. You know what? &lt;i&gt;I'm falling in love But its falling apart I need to find my way back to the start When we were in love Things were better than they are Let me back into your arms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-929455203851433628?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/929455203851433628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-were-better-than-they-are.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/929455203851433628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/929455203851433628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-were-better-than-they-are.html' title='Things were better than they are'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbX4GImlTkY/Tw3PCPLRbbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d7nvckomI7I/s72-c/P1010283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-3536503751119433016</id><published>2011-12-26T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:53:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is the loudest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOuWm81wJh4/TvkIKURvdiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tmp8n2iyHU0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOuWm81wJh4/TvkIKURvdiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tmp8n2iyHU0/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go again. Thought I forgot you, but suddenly you came again. But left again. No signs.. two perhaps.. no more. And I hate it you know. And I always ask myself, why did it end up like this? Was it an error what happened? Or are we the error? Really I don't know.. what I most hate of all is this silence.. this silence that seems to never end. &lt;i&gt;Silence is the loudest Parting word You never say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-3536503751119433016?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3536503751119433016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/silence-is-loudest.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/3536503751119433016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/3536503751119433016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/silence-is-loudest.html' title='Silence is the loudest'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOuWm81wJh4/TvkIKURvdiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tmp8n2iyHU0/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-5837274455904358220</id><published>2011-12-22T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:57:28.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh she's sick of this town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeSAn1DpNKo/TvOZjfbRmUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l43CEBmbgIk/s1600/012+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeSAn1DpNKo/TvOZjfbRmUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l43CEBmbgIk/s320/012+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. But I want to get out. Always with the same &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;people, problems, arguments.. same everything. It &amp;nbsp;really gets on my nerves now.. seriously. I want change, I don't want to go out and see the same things, at the same time, at the same place. But it's something impossible and I know it. I just wish that I could be where I want to be, with who I want to be. And I know I should be happy for being accepted at IED.. but it seems so far away. But I'm also afraid that when the time comes, I miss this shit. &lt;i&gt;Oh she's sick of this town And the rain that falls down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-5837274455904358220?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5837274455904358220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-shes-sick-of-this-town.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/5837274455904358220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/5837274455904358220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-shes-sick-of-this-town.html' title='Oh she&apos;s sick of this town'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeSAn1DpNKo/TvOZjfbRmUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l43CEBmbgIk/s72-c/012+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-5947144696806767017</id><published>2011-12-20T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:45:13.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the words we said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L16c1geKhnA/TvDNayVIB6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/dx_9Y_7zWoA/s1600/P1010049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L16c1geKhnA/TvDNayVIB6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/dx_9Y_7zWoA/s320/P1010049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_richMedia" control="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;" template="shared.richMedia"&gt;&lt;span class="_lines " control="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;" template="shared.richMedia"&gt;&lt;span class="_lines " control="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="_string " control="true" nl2br="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"There are times when I randomly think of you. Your face just simply appears in my mind at the most inconvenient times. I'm not sure as to what this means, and to be honest it confuses the hell out of me, not because I don't want to be reminded of you, but because of the fact that you were from a previous chapter in my life, one in which had ended months ago, and not exactly in the best of terms, but what I do know and can't deny is that I miss us. I miss the times we hung out. I miss texting you. I miss your lame jokes. I miss being in your life. I just really miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="_lines " control="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="_string " control="true" nl2br="true" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the words we said Where they meaningless Like the time we spent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3793208814175371293-5947144696806767017?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5947144696806767017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-words-we-said.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/5947144696806767017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/5947144696806767017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-words-we-said.html' title='All the words we said'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L16c1geKhnA/TvDNayVIB6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/dx_9Y_7zWoA/s72-c/P1010049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-3503922612429395821</id><published>2011-12-18T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:51:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a million ways to hold on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnApvcMRXWU/Tu5R9UAa4kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-m2wWMBcttY/s1600/011+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnApvcMRXWU/Tu5R9UAa4kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-m2wWMBcttY/s320/011+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this end up all of my worries? Could this be THE start that I was looking for? I wanted it, and I got it. &lt;i&gt;There's a million ways to hold on To everything that goes worn The sad songs. &lt;/i&gt;Lets say that this was that million thing. So.. what can I ask for? Need to get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-3503922612429395821?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3503922612429395821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/theres-million-ways-to-hold-on.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/3503922612429395821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/3503922612429395821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/theres-million-ways-to-hold-on.html' title='There&apos;s a million ways to hold on'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnApvcMRXWU/Tu5R9UAa4kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-m2wWMBcttY/s72-c/011+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-6733761135610243742</id><published>2011-12-17T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:48:42.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When hope is lost and no one's won</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3KvuKfChn4/Tuy5gJQw8WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cosw7xIyz8Y/s1600/P1010118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3KvuKfChn4/Tuy5gJQw8WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cosw7xIyz8Y/s320/P1010118.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New start. Today is a good day to start again. I could end all of my phrases saying I love you, I need you.. but this has to stop. You don't show me anything that backs me up, you don't care.. and.. I'm not going to be less. I think it's sad, it really is. We didn't even try. Life's like this.. tough... Let's deal with it. I'll start my searches again. I might fail.. or not.. who knows? So, W&lt;i&gt;hen hope is lost and no one's won Life goes on and live this once.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-6733761135610243742?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6733761135610243742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-hope-is-lost-and-no-ones-won.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/6733761135610243742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/6733761135610243742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-hope-is-lost-and-no-ones-won.html' title='When hope is lost and no one&apos;s won'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3KvuKfChn4/Tuy5gJQw8WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cosw7xIyz8Y/s72-c/P1010118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-7962731259412424473</id><published>2011-12-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:22:52.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I've seen countless rough ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dO1YM9Yo4g/TuuMZOdN-BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tzl6b_cBLJA/s1600/008+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dO1YM9Yo4g/TuuMZOdN-BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tzl6b_cBLJA/s320/008+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird... I mean. We talked every single day, and suddenly.. BANG! every morning, every afternoon, every night. Do you know how it feels like to wake up in the morning and see "good morning :)"? Every night see "good night :)"? And of course, we had that moment... where.. you know... it happened. But where we right? Of course we where right. But seriously, &lt;i&gt;I've seen countless rough ends And I never thought that ours would be this way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-7962731259412424473?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7962731259412424473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-ive-seen-countless-rough-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/7962731259412424473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/7962731259412424473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-ive-seen-countless-rough-ends.html' title='Cause I&apos;ve seen countless rough ends'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dO1YM9Yo4g/TuuMZOdN-BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tzl6b_cBLJA/s72-c/008+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793208814175371293.post-7550291886218511517</id><published>2011-12-13T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:10:41.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And sing out a song nobody knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiW102Eoe5U/TuuJesBptQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xriGj5aCBNs/s1600/148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiW102Eoe5U/TuuJesBptQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xriGj5aCBNs/s320/148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna know if you felt the same,if you also had butterflies in your stomach...talk to me, please do. let's go back and start again.. or continue..don't leave me like this..&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;and sing out a song nobody knows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793208814175371293-7550291886218511517?l=justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7550291886218511517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-sing-out-song-nobody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/7550291886218511517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793208814175371293/posts/default/7550291886218511517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justalittletoomuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-sing-out-song-nobody-knows.html' title='And sing out a song nobody knows'/><author><name>Jimena Del Rocio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03885038313587500859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SxWouzVq34/Tuy8R9P3LeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h4Ph7ZMDIbA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiW102Eoe5U/TuuJesBptQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xriGj5aCBNs/s72-c/148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
