<?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-3389581657504346926</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:56:09.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving Them Wrong.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herbestfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389581657504346926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herbestfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Your Guardian Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14580920591319366701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CNoFwOMxBQ/TkQPApTl5-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EKWDFFAbpAQ/s220/Picture0403.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389581657504346926.post-4671872854542606207</id><published>2011-08-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:28:20.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Whipped?</title><content type='html'>This week, in my small town in the middle of nowhere, is fair week. This is a huge deal for all of us because it's something to do. Considering that with a population of 18,000 and growing, the variety of activities for not only kids and teenagers but also adults to do, is incredibly lame. There's a few parks, a pool for the summer, and a Wal-Mart. The closest movie theater is in the next town over, so a lot of us don't get out too much. The fair is not only the town's fair, it's the entire county's fair. This. Place. Is EXPLODING. With kids. It's great because here, you can never go without seeing someone you know, and meeting someone new. Every day this week I've gone with one of my friends, every day the same one. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to come up with names for the people because it seems awkward to call them by their names. I'll call this friend Maleficent. (It's the evil queen from Snow White.)&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened between me and Maleficent in the past year, and to be totally and completely honest, none of it was good. For the almost 7 months that we were friends, she made my life a living hell. Let me tell you, she is the most evil and conniving person I have met in my entire life. I could whole heartedly see her offering to do someone's homework but doing it all completely wrong all on purpose. She's just not a good person to be around and I know it. When she began trying to steal the guy of my dreams from me and made me look completely awful in front of him a few months ago, I finally decided that I was done with our friendship. I wanted to prove to her that unlike the other people who had been finished with her, I wasn't going to come crawling back to her after a few weeks of being apart. Even with her begging and crying and apologizing, for a long time I stayed faithful to myself and stayed away. But for some reason, a few weeks ago, I crashed. I suddenly WANTED to be friends with her again, and believe it or not, I missed her. I missed the girl who had ruined my life for 7 months and crushed my chances with the love of my LIFE (Who turned out to be nothing as I had imagined.) I disgusted myself, and told her that I missed her and wanted to be friends again. That was who I have gone to the fair with every day this week. &lt;br /&gt;Do guys like loud, obnoxious, annoying girls? For some reason all the guys in the world are attracted to Maleficent. She has the balls to go talk to boys, but she is rude when she talks to them. How on earth can guys find this attractive in her? It's not just because she is good looking either. She has an attractive face, but she's short and a tad bit&amp;nbsp;round. These are the things that never cease to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder, why did I go back to her? She hurt me in ways that would be enough to make someone throw themselves off a cliff. She says things that could literally rip someone's dignity and self confidence in two with one sentence. Who in their right mind would want anything to do with a person like that? Am I too forgiving? Am I too nice? 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