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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m a girl from somewhere, whom you probably don’t know, with a stack of memories that I’ll never let anyone read. I guess I just want to see if there’s anyone else in this world who can relate to my thoughts, feelings, and experiences.

This is me - nothing to hide or hold back.

The bold words are my current thoughts and feelings, while the sentences in the middle come from past diary entries.</description><title>My Best Kept Secrets</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @unseenpagesofmydiary)</generator><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Oh look, I had a checklist:
[[12-9-2007: I’d give a whole...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftq9jH1Hd1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh look, I had a checklist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[12-9-2007: I’d give a whole bunch to get to spend a day at the mall with him, have an hour-long phone conversation with him, and kiss him - just once.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have successfully accomplished all of those things, now, by the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3008222106</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3008222106</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 02:03:19 -0500</pubDate><category>love</category><category>friendship</category><category>checklist</category><category>memories</category><category>diary</category><category>fashion</category><category>phone</category></item><item><title>Every single day, people pointed out how thin I...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftox0uZ5m1qgt6ino1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every single day, people pointed out how thin I was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[11-28-2007: Today, in class, my teacher said: “Who fits into a size 0?! It’s like impossible; it’s not realistic.” But, I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;that size, and I was sitting there feeling like I didn’t exist.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so sick of being defined as “that skinny girl”. And, I was even more sick of being hated for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3007841797</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3007841797</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 01:34:12 -0500</pubDate><category>skinny</category><category>thin</category><category>self confidence</category><category>memories</category><category>high school</category><category>diary</category><category>jealousy</category></item><item><title>I still love every single moment we spend...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftoa2XZsX1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love every single moment we spend together,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[11-18-2007: All I know is I love every moment we spend together, and, sometimes - as in the times he acts like he going to throw me into a fire, garbage can, or pool - I act scared just so I can hold on more tightly.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I crave his touch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3007649070</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/3007649070</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 01:20:26 -0500</pubDate><category>love</category><category>friends</category><category>memories</category><category>diary</category></item><item><title>We’ve had something special for a long time.
[[11-14-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfick4Nqlj1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve had something special for a long time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[11-14-2007: When we all got back, he saw me and hugged me just a tad longer than usual. Right before he walked off, he reached his hand out to gently touch my arm.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m so glad he tried - and never gave up on me - even when I seemed to push him away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903728458</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903728458</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 22:33:39 -0500</pubDate><category>Memories</category><category>Diary</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Best Friends</category></item><item><title>Sometimes, I really was the problem.
[[11-11-2007: “Your...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfibvliYnC1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, I really was the problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[11-11-2007: “Your work is amazing,” he said to me. I was shocked. I told him that he’d never said those words to me in his entire life. “Well, then you better really appreciate it when I do,” he replied.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always put him down; I always joked. He tried to be nice and show me that I mattered, but I was such an insecure little bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903475475</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903475475</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 22:18:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Memories</category><category>Diary</category><category>Dancer</category><category>Dancing</category><category>Dance</category></item><item><title>I was insecure at it’s best!
[[11-1-2007: We talked for a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfib54irjB1qgt6ino1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;insecure&lt;/em&gt; at it’s best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[11-1-2007: We talked for a few minutes on AIM. But, I never say much, because I fear that I’ll sound too clingy or annoying.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned not to hold back what’s real; there are no limits on how many times per week or day that you are allowed to text someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is gained from pretending to care about someone less than you actually do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903204066</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2903204066</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 22:03:04 -0500</pubDate><category>Memories</category><category>Diary</category><category>Communication</category></item><item><title>All the boys liked me first,
[[10-20-2007: And, my friend said...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf79mlX2CR1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the boys liked me first,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[10-20-2007: And, my friend said to me, “is it bad that I’m happy you didn’t like my current boyfriend? ‘Cause I really do”.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and, when I didn’t give them a chance, then they dated my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2806086644</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2806086644</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 22:56:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Crush</category><category>Dating</category><category>Diary</category><category>Memories</category><category>Barbie</category><category>Doll</category><category>Burlesque</category></item><item><title>It seems like no one ever understood what I wanted from...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6qysZ4ar1qgt6ino1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems like no one ever understood what I wanted from him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[6-28-2007: I got to hug him goodbye. I wish it could have lasted forever. I’m pathetic.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I liked him, but I didn’t want to date him. I didn’t want to date anyone. All I wanted was a best friend, and, for some reason, I saw potential in him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2805355324</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2805355324</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 22:01:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Best Friend</category><category>Diary</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Love</category><category>Hug</category><category>Hugging</category></item><item><title>I still hate the fact that this ever happened…
[[6-8-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5qz12iNE1qgt6ino1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still hate the fact that this ever happened…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[6-8-2007: No! I found out that they’re officially dating. I really don’t think they’re right for each other. He can do way better.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… Hate. But, everything happens for a reason, and the past shapes the present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2799831127</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2799831127</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:16:27 -0500</pubDate><category>Facepalm</category><category>Dating</category><category>Friends</category><category>Memories</category><category>Bad News</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>We never were good at talking about anything that actually...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5poopLxa1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We never were good at talking about anything that actually mattered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[4-9-2007: A friend of mine asked me ”do you like him?” Apparently his soon-to-be girlfriend is mad, because she thinks I do. She doesn’t fricken own him! I swear, when they date I won’t even be able to talk to him. Oh, and he too suspects that I have a crush on him, I hear. Why won’t people just talk to me instead of going through others to get answers.]] &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty much, it took us over 3 years to solve this problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2799290016</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2799290016</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 15:29:04 -0500</pubDate><category>Jealousy</category><category>Communication</category><category>Dating</category><category>Friends</category><category>Drama</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>I always swore I’d never be a typical girl,
[[3-31-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5owbxi6M1qgt6ino1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always swore I’d never be a typical girl,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[3-31-2007: So, why is it that I’ve become everything I hate? I mean, I’m jealous of a girl because of a guy. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; gets to dance with him &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; hang out with him.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I was back then and, in some ways, I still am, now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2797687301</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2797687301</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 13:32:20 -0500</pubDate><category>Drama</category><category>Dating</category><category>Friends</category><category>High School</category><category>Memories</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>This was all my fault; I truly feel that I pushed him away....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5nyjVnFf1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was all my fault; I truly feel that I pushed him away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[3-16-2007: Ugh. She broke up with her boyfriend, and she likes &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;friend. I mean, it’s not really that I wanted to go out with him, but I didn’t want him to go out with someone else. Now, they’ll hang out more than ever, and the dance will suck. So, basically, if they start dating, I will probably loose one of the best friends I have ever had.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was such a horrible friend. I don’t even know why he continued to talk to me…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2791689959</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2791689959</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 02:11:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Bad News</category><category>Dating</category><category>Drama</category><category>Friends</category><category>High School</category><category>Memories</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>I’ve always tended to attract the creepy...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5mwhh6dA1qgt6ino1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve always tended to attract the creepy guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[1-31-2007: That nasty boy was asking my best friend and I for our numbers while we were working out. He helped me push out the leg press - without my consent - and proceeded to touch me. Seriously?! Did he really put his hand around my arm and call it sexy!? Eww! That was the end; we got out of there before he could act any creepier.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s okay, because they don’t have a chance with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2791441916</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2791441916</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 01:48:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Creep</category><category>Creeper</category><category>Desperate</category><category>Perv</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>Nowadays, I pretty much think I’m the shit,
[[1-7-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5k7jmlfU1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nowadays, I pretty much think I’m the shit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[1-7-2007: So, I joined Myspace, and everyone looks so pretty in their pictures. I feel so self-conscious. If only I could stop getting so caught up on looks…]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I still have my doubts - some people are just too gorgeous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790791824</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790791824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:50:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Appearance</category><category>Beauty</category><category>Bitch</category><category>Conceited</category><category>Insecure</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>I used to write about the things that I wish were actually...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5jfwMWE91qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to write about the things that I wish were actually happening,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[1-2-2007: I like writing the story so much, because I have the freedom to make the characters do whatever I want them to. It’s like a giant daydream.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, now, I mostly write about the things that really did happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790564681</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790564681</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:33:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Dream</category><category>Expression</category><category>Hope</category><category>Imagination</category><category>Imagine</category><category>Longing</category><category>Reality</category><category>Writing</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>One day I became obsessed with my appearance…
[[1-2-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5j1o1yAY1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I became obsessed with my appearance…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[1-2-2007: I was going to scrapbook, but I was looking through the album and all I could notice was how dark and bushy my eyebrows used to be. Thank God I started plucking them, because I never want to look like that again.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… and, there is no turning back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790448171</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790448171</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:25:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Appearance</category><category>Beauty</category><category>Eyebrows</category><category>Flaw</category><category>Imperfection</category><category>Insecurity</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>I hate that they made me feel like such an outsider.
[[1-2-2007:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5ifxk2i31qgt6ino1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate that they made me feel like such an outsider.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[1-2-2007: I have realized how different I am from everyone else. As much as I live by the ‘always be yourself and never change for anyone’ type quotes, they have found a way to screw me over. There are probably people who secretly look up to me, for one reason or another, but I wish I could know who and why. I don’t feel as if anyone has fully accepted me. When it comes to the “group”, I feel like the weakest link.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, it’s over now, and I would never choose to go back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790272237</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2790272237</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:11:00 -0500</pubDate><category>5th Wheel</category><category>Ex-Friends</category><category>Insecure</category><category>Memories</category><category>Vulnerable</category><category>Diary</category></item><item><title>Growing up means growing apart, in some...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5dcdK1Nq1qgt6ino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing up means growing apart, in some cases.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[[12-3-2004 : She told me on the phone today that we won’t be going to the same high school next year. I didn’t know what to say; I felt terrible. I guess we wouldn’t be eating our lunches together and having a ton of school-night sleepovers, after all. I consider her to be my best friend, and that’s why this is so hard.]]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That girl used to be my world; we did everything together. Now, we hardly speak. I know we’re both happy living our separate lives, but sometimes I still really miss her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2788495103</link><guid>http://unseenpagesofmydiary.tumblr.com/post/2788495103</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 22:21:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Bad News</category><category>Best Friends</category><category>Diary</category><category>Drifting</category><category>Memories</category><category>Friends</category><category>Friendship</category></item></channel></rss>
