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  <updated>2009-11-28T04:46:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bad_luck_girls:13596</id>
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    <title>at a loss for words.</title>
    <published>2009-11-21T19:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T04:46:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I honestly, think that people these days are becoming horrible. What kind of role models are we to the younger generation, we wonder why are these kids so immature? Well, we don't hold them to the same standard that we were previously held at. So by deafult they produce less than we will. LIES, they irritate me so. I can't even form the words to explain how I feel about them. they hurt, they're contageous, once you start, you have to keep the lie going to not get caught. honestly, i'd just take the punishment and learn the lesson. i wish it was only that easy.&lt;br /&gt;i digress. stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;but imma live my life the best i can,&lt;br /&gt;peace, love, drug-free.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bad_luck_girls:13318</id>
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    <title>Something New.</title>
    <published>2009-10-14T23:25:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-14T23:25:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Closed off, mind is off afar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wanting to know why we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The way we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We&amp;rsquo;re so cold in world so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nothing left but this boiling pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The mess it has left is nothing more than the remnants of losing control of thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fate cannot be bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And if it could I&amp;rsquo;d swear we&amp;rsquo;d have the best life anyone would ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I digress. This is still a big mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tonight has caused uproar. Crashes loud as a lion&amp;rsquo;s roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Other days seemed so wonderful, the sky was blue and thoughts would soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But, we&amp;rsquo;re closed off minds off afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wishing we weren&amp;rsquo;t the way we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bad_luck_girls:13098</id>
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    <title>and in the time of despair we all need a little help.</title>
    <published>2009-10-14T23:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-14T23:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wouldn't know where to begin on how to explain this. &lt;br /&gt;so i'm just going to say this.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;decided that I will just start posting anything I&amp;nbsp;write. I&amp;nbsp;don't think it will matter if it's good or not, but for the fact that it should be out there and shown. Maybe this will help with the confidence thing, and perception acceptance. I know I'm not the best at anything, but i'll have to manage. so here's a new thing I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much potential yet feeling blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A perfect&amp;nbsp;role-model too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a shame what this girl is going through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart goes out to you. A trooper you will be, and yes, this is true to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You&amp;rsquo;ve been put through hell, all by a boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who simply thought you were a play toy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well here&amp;rsquo;s news to them all, they&amp;rsquo;re going to fall,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one day you&amp;rsquo;ll be on top of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this, I hope you say what you think about it. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bad_luck_girls:6535</id>
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    <title>bad_luck_girls @ 2008-11-14T21:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-15T03:10:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-15T03:10:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shot through the heart and you're to blame get sick motherfucker straight up now tell me is it gonna be me and you forever or am i just caught in a hit and run? i got a circus on me neck and a jungle on my wrist i feel like honey and clouds.Not all scars show,not all wounds heel.the last time you gave a fuck about anything. tired eyes, open mouths. you just woke up. i never even went to bed. inside im aged 14. this whine is almost good enough to drink. someone put a cork in me. keep my from stupidly telling the same joke over and over again. someone kiss me back to sleep. tell the joke at the end of the hall so i dont hear it.the no is dark next to the vacancy sign. is it possible to be full - of even anything besides shit. no make up. no lighting. no idea. ps fuck you rachel zoe, i color coordinate and put outfits together like a mofo (lol) oh yeah. nice boys dont write good stories &amp;quot;sleepover princes vs. goodnight girls&amp;quot; for one week we are wrapping our heads around your town. its good to have words you can understand in your ear. its good to be back. (we stole this picture back). robbing lips, kissing banks under the moon.~pete wentz</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bad_luck_girls:771</id>
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    <title>Friends Only!</title>
    <published>2008-08-30T01:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-30T01:57:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;FRIENDS ONLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment to be added, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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