<?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-1578394879366353458</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489565953337358483</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578394879366353458.post-8105089425788410618</id><published>2009-04-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:43:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É incrível como uma pessoa que mora a quilômetros de mim e que eu nunca conversei, e nem quero, pode estragar minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu acho que encontrei &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquela&lt;/span&gt; pessoa, alguma coisa acaba com tudo o que eu planejei, como se fosse uma onde gigante que levasse tudo embora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes eu penso que a "culpa" é desse alguém, não minha. Porque é como se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; fosse um receptor universal, que todos se encaixam perfeitamente, mas não é isso que eu quero. Eu preciso de alguém que somente eu me encaixe perfeitamente, parece egoísmo e na verdade é. Porque pra mim, parece que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; foi feito sob medida. E eu não vou deixar uma coisinha qualquer destruir isso, dik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578394879366353458-8105089425788410618?l=mysorryeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8105089425788410618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-incrivel-como-uma-pessoa-que-mora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/8105089425788410618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/8105089425788410618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-incrivel-como-uma-pessoa-que-mora.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489565953337358483</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578394879366353458.post-5065877856192863787</id><published>2009-04-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:25:12.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu deveria ter nascido na idade média, que como diz minha professora de história "não existia amor, as pessoas se casavam somente por interesse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578394879366353458-5065877856192863787?l=mysorryeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5065877856192863787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-deveria-ter-nascido-na-idade-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/5065877856192863787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/5065877856192863787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-deveria-ter-nascido-na-idade-media.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489565953337358483</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578394879366353458.post-1280735679367586293</id><published>2009-04-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:45:37.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impaciência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinceramente eu não tenho mais paciência pra nada, coisas que antes eu gostava hoje me irritam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho mais paciência com pessoas que eu gosto, não tenho mais paciência pra assistir os filmes que eu mais amo, não tenho paciência para ouvir minhas músicas preferidas, não tenho mais paciência nem pra ler, que sempre foi minha paixão, e o pior, não tenho paciência nem comigo mesma. É como se essas coisas que pra mim antes eram importantes agora se tornaram desnecessárias, monótonas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irritantes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578394879366353458-1280735679367586293?l=mysorryeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1280735679367586293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/impaciencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/1280735679367586293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/1280735679367586293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/impaciencia.html' title='Impaciência.'/><author><name>Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489565953337358483</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578394879366353458.post-5986271460122542427</id><published>2009-03-20T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:55:26.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Nem sei porque fiz esse blog, eu nem sou de ficar escrevendo e tudo mais. Mas ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tem horas que dá vontade de me trancar no quarto e ficar lá até morrer. Olá, depressão :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578394879366353458-5986271460122542427?l=mysorryeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5986271460122542427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/5986271460122542427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578394879366353458/posts/default/5986271460122542427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysorryeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/n.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07489565953337358483</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>
