<?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-1828655535432578568</id><updated>2011-09-01T05:19:24.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Secretly Feel</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just stuff I had to let out. This is Anonymous because who knows who's going to read this? Probably no one....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secret-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828655535432578568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnonymousLover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313329549837270633</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828655535432578568.post-8592298946237270653</id><published>2010-12-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:34:59.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love the way your hair lays just right over your eyes, and the way it's always messy. I love the way you always sit on your knees, and the way your blue eyes sparkle. I love the way your shirt is baggy, and we have the same shoes. I love the way you look at me. I love the way you smile. The way your voice sounds gives me the chills. The things you sometimes tell me make me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hate the way that bitch talks to you, and flirts with you. You've been mine for two years, I'm NOT willing to share. I hate the way she drools over all the guys at school. I hate the way she lures you in, despite her high voice and bouncing off the walls attitude. I hate the way she looks at you, and the way you look back. You act like you like her, and tell me she isn't annoying. Open your damn eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828655535432578568-8592298946237270653?l=secret-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secret-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8592298946237270653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secret-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828655535432578568/posts/default/8592298946237270653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828655535432578568/posts/default/8592298946237270653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>AnonymousLover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313329549837270633</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>
