<?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-11431174</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:20.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide for all</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-115436829782635624</id><published>2006-07-31T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:51:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-115436829782635624?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/115436829782635624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/115436829782635624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114802189750993055</id><published>2006-05-18T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:31:36.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_UD9DSKfBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_UD9DSKfBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114802189750993055?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114802189750993055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114802189750993055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114150099582960795</id><published>2006-03-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:36:35.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the pain away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/102662957_bf0cbf7c48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/102662957_bf0cbf7c48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll cut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vein &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; write in blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114150099582960795?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114150099582960795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114150099582960795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/03/cut-pain-away.html' title='Cut the pain away'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114144459981976426</id><published>2006-03-03T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:44:20.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Year Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/0413.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/0413.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/kaoani_baloon35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114144459981976426?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114144459981976426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114144459981976426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-1-year-blog.html' title='Happy 1 Year Blog!'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114143446243261122</id><published>2006-03-03T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:09:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemetery Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/57372306_fa5e0cf5e3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/57372306_fa5e0cf5e3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; **************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This night, walk the dead&lt;br /&gt;in a solitary style&lt;br /&gt;and crash the cemetery gates.&lt;br /&gt;in the dress your husband hates&lt;br /&gt;way down, mark the grave&lt;br /&gt;where the search lights find us&lt;br /&gt;drinking by the mausoleum door&lt;br /&gt;and they found you on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, off the run&lt;br /&gt;singing songs that make you slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;it isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;so i won't stop dying, won't stop lying&lt;br /&gt;if you want i'll keep on crying&lt;br /&gt;did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;is this what you always want me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i miss you, when will i miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---{MCR}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114143446243261122?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114143446243261122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114143446243261122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/03/cemetery-drive.html' title='Cemetery Drive'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114089355849079173</id><published>2006-02-25T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:54:38.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bitch- boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114089355849079173?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114089355849079173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114089355849079173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-114006003082165613</id><published>2006-02-15T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:20:30.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-114006003082165613?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114006003082165613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/114006003082165613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113915609952592839</id><published>2006-02-05T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:17:43.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Your friends are fake; they just pretend that they're your friends. When someone is sitting in front of them bad mouthing you, they don't say anything; they just let her continue to talk shit about you. They don't defend you, like you are everything that the person says: a bitch, a lunatic, a freak, a whore... They don't tell that someone to stop talking crap about you, and stop spreading rumors about you. These are the friends you have defended many times. When that someone talked about your friends, you told her to stop it, you told her you knew them and they were a lot better than what she was saying, you refused to hurt your friends when that someone told you to mess around with their computer shit. These loyal friends didn't even come up to you and tell you what that someone was saying about you. They all just kept their mouths shut. "....Well if she’s saying it then it must be true..." This is how much your friends know you. You trusted your friends with everything. You even told that someone to stop taking about them. "I've known them for so long, and I haven't seen anything bad from them, I trust them 100 percent, I trust them in everything." But your trustworthy friends stabbed you in the back; they didn't tell you what that someone’s saying about you. One friend knew that someone was lying to you and telling you she was coming to be with you, this friend knew that she was just playing you to feel good about herself, but she never said a word. She let you crash and burn, she didn't care. This is the friend you helped through so many times, when her someone was playing her, you told her everything, you fought battles for her, you felt terrible for her, you trusted her with everything...and now this is how she pays you back. But you have to forget about it, don’t' talk about it, because then they will get upset. Fuck your feelings for all that matters, who cares about your feelings anyway. You have to pretend like you are not hurt, that you can still go on seeing them the same way you used to. After what someone did to you, you know that the world is a disgusting place full of hate, so it's no wonder your friends turned on you. When you find out what someone has done to you, you're broken, you're finished...&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep anymore, you can hardly breathe, you can't even talk, there is no voice left for you, you want to be dead, you want death over these people, death over these feelings...everyone notices but you don't care anymore, you can't smile and pretend like you're happy like you used to, there is no happiness left inside, only grief, pain and hatred remains, there are no smiles to lit the face. You try to kill yourself, this way you will be free, you'd rather go to hell and have hideous monsters torture and kill you, than have people who say they love you &amp; play with you, to have people say they are you friends, but only want you for their own benefits. You swallow a few pills, you sit in a tub full of hot water and cut your wrists, you sit there for three hours in pain, drenched in water that is blood red...but life is a bitch and death isn't any kinder. You are not dead, but you have big scars that you need to hide, no one should see your marks of pain and regret they are only for you to see. But you aren't satisfied. A few days later you try it again. You swallow 40 pills this time. You want your wish to come true this time. You are sleepy and dizzy and for the next week that is how you will be, your heart won't stop pounding ruthlessly to your chest, your mouth is dry, and no matter how much water you drink you are dehydrated, your stomach hurts ...&amp;amp; you know you have done some damage. But it's not enough, you are still in this fucked up world, your mother is really worried, she found your pills and took them away, hid them all where you can't take them...You want to cut yourself and bleed to death but you know you can't without the pills. You can't even cut yourself to relieve the pain because it doesn't work anymore, even if it did you don't have any undamaged skin left on your arms. Maybe you should cut your stomach? Your legs? Or maybe even your neck?&lt;br /&gt;Every second is torture for you, you have only smiled three times in the last month, you can't stop crying, and you have been humiliated. But where are you "Friends"? They are no where to be seen, they are ignoring you, because some how you are a dirty whore. They are angels who never do wrong, but you are just a worthless loser. You used to think that friends are supposed to help each other out. When one of them is down the others should try help and get him/her up. But now you are on the cement ground, face down in a pool of your own blood and saliva. Your friends...they will help you right? Because that is what friends do?! But they only kick you; yes they kick you in the ribs to break them, to make you stay down even more. They treat you like shit. They don't care how their actions are breaking your already broken soul. Let them be, don't say anything. Let them kick you when you’re down, let them treat you bad...it's ok, because you knew how they were...you were just naive, like always, you trust people, never expecting to be hurt, but they all hurt you, let it be - just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;And still every waking moment is hellish and the sleeping are feverish, you have to make it, because there are a whole lot of people still left ........who need to abuse you....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who want to claim they love you, just to watch you break when you find out they are just fucking around with your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who want to say they are you friends, but they are only around because they want something...&lt;br /&gt;Because they like to see you’re broken 'cause it makes them feel good&lt;br /&gt;Because they enjoy hurting &amp;amp; you are so easily hurt!&lt;br /&gt;Because they want to kick you when your down, and weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have said that life is a bitch, and you know that this bitch needs to go fuck herself and die, because you don't give a shit anymore. Everyone is fake, Fuck this reality.&lt;br /&gt;You know..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113915609952592839?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113915609952592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113915609952592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113778896870131972</id><published>2006-01-20T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:29:28.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/246e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/246e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113778896870131972?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113778896870131972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113778896870131972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/01/instructions.html' title='Instructions'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113737606305496162</id><published>2006-01-15T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:48:50.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;First Scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;First &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...It has begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Second &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...It's gonna be over soon&lt;br /&gt;Third &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...This is for the pain&lt;br /&gt;Fourth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...This will make me sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Fifth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...What am I doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sixth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...Dose it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seventh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...This feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eighth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...Now it's time for the second part of the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ninth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...Just to be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tenth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113737606305496162?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113737606305496162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113737606305496162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-scenario-first-pill.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113660319235237706</id><published>2006-01-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:09:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/rage.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please leave me alone she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't ever leave me she wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't kill me she yelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please kill me she breathed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113660319235237706?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113660319235237706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113660319235237706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/01/please-leave-me-alone-she-said-please.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113619218976765839</id><published>2006-01-02T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:59:16.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; = is for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; = is for understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;= is for caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; = is for kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113619218976765839?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113619218976765839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113619218976765839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2006/01/f-is-for-fun-u-is-for-understanding-c.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113433036792009305</id><published>2005-12-11T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:54:19.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love this pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://burgzt.laikas.lt/~kornaz/pics/Ledai.gif" width="380" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113433036792009305?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113433036792009305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113433036792009305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113350456161098720</id><published>2005-12-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:48:12.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;███ ye kesafate lajane, hame ino medunistan be joz man, ke hala manam midunam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;اسمش سانسور شد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113350456161098720?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113350456161098720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113350456161098720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/12/ye-kesafate-lajane-hame-ino-medunistan.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113134394560888274</id><published>2005-11-06T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:12:25.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113134394560888274?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113134394560888274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113134394560888274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_113134394560888274.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113134389057779108</id><published>2005-11-06T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:11:30.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113134389057779108?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113134389057779108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113134389057779108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113124538032568634</id><published>2005-11-05T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:49:40.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>دوباره از اول</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;نمیدونم. دوباره همین دوباره همین. چرا من اینقدر ضعیفم؟ چرا احساساتمو به مردم می گم؟ تازه قلبم درست شده بود. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;بعد من چی کار کردم؟ با یه نفر دوست شدم فکر کردم با بقیه فرق می کنه. منه احمق. چقدر ساده هستم. بهش گفتم دوستش دارم. و اونم مثله بقیه ازم استفاده کرد. البته یه قسمتهایش تقصیر خودم بود چون ضعیف بودم. حالا هر چی بکشم حقمه. میدونستم سختم میشه تا جدا بشم. ولی نمیدونستم اینجوری باهام رفتار میکنه. فکر می کردم حد اقل دوست بودیم. ولی اون فقط از من استفاده کرد. فقط یکی و می خواست تا احساسه تنهای برای جدا شدن از ««««« رو اونقدر احساس نکنه. براشم فرقی نمیکرد کی بود. آخه خدا چرا همیشه این  بلاها سر من مییاد؟ من چه گناهی کردم؟ چرا فقط آدما دوست دارن خردم کنن؟ بسه دیگه خسته شدم. خسته.  اما مهم نیست. گفتم که به زودی همه این دردها تموم میشن. به زودی. من یه ادمه شکسته بودم حالا فقط یه آدمه خالی. یکی از بهترین چیزهای زندگیم یه دروغ بود. کاش به دنیا نیومده بودم تا اینطوری تحقیر نمیشدم. کاش مرده بودم خیلی وقت پیش تا از درونم انیطوری نمیرم. از خودم بدم میاد. دوباره میرم صراغ تیغم . برام مهم نیست اگه مامانم ببینه و قلبش بشکنه. برام مهم نیست اگه بابام بفهمه و همه چیزامو ازم بگیره. برام مهم نیست اگه کتکم بزنه. هیچی مهم نیست. من فقط یه کالبدم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113124538032568634?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113124538032568634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113124538032568634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_05.html' title='دوباره از اول'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113099117839728129</id><published>2005-11-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:23:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/58960363_ce713047d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/58960363_ce713047d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113099117839728129?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113099117839728129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113099117839728129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/11/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-113098962196564442</id><published>2005-11-02T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:47:01.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;همه آدما کثافتن. یا شاید فقط من کثافت باشم. اصلا مگه مهمه؟ چرا آدمایی که نمی خوان بمیرن سرطان می گیرن یا تصادف می کنن ولی یه آدمی که خیلی وقته می خواد بمیره باید هنوز زنده باشه. برای اینکه اگه نباشه بقه از که استفاده کنن کی و با دروغاشون بازی بدن؟ آره اگه الان بمیرم هیچکی نمی فهمه. هیچکس. فقط وقتی خواستن از یه احمق استفاده کنن که بعد احساسه بزرگی بکنن کسی نیست اونوقت مجبور میشن برن یکی دیگه رو پیدا کنن. شایدم غصه دار بشن که نتونستن مرگه منو ببینن. زندگی اشغال. نمیدونم چرا به دنیا اومدم شاید خدا از دیدن زجر بعضی ادما خوشحال میشه. بعضی ادما مثل من. آدمای ترسویی که نمی تونن به این زندگی کثافت خاتمه بدن. آخه آدم چقدر میتونه دعا کنه که خدا بکشدش. مثل اینکه خدا نمی خواد گوش بده. آره خدا به حرفه کثافتایی مثل من گوش نمیده. هیچ کس نمیده. همه غم ادمو مینبینن ولی برای هیچ کدومشون مهم نیست. اون روز که خبر مرگ ادمو میشنون میگن مشکلات روحی داشت. من می خوام بمیرم. میخوام برم جهنم. توی جهنم هیولاها ماسکه ادمیزاد ندارن. بهت نمیگن دوستت دارن بعد مثل گه باهات رفتار کنن. زندگی اشغال با مردمه آشغال همه فکر میکنن من یه شوخی ام. به زودی ولی همه چیز تموم میشه. اگه خدا نمی خواد کاری کنه خودم میکنم. نقشه اش خیلی وقته هست. می خوام راحت بشم. تا هیچکی دیگه منو با دورغاش بازی نده. چون من یه احمقم. این قلب کثافت....چرا من نمی تونم مثل بقه دورغ بگمو از همه استفاده کنم؟ چرا باید احساسات داشته باشم. لعنت به من و این دنیای کونی. دیگه برام مهم نیست که مادرم جسدمو ببینه. برام مهم نیست. من که در هرصورت جام تو جهنمه این گناهم روش. به زودی همه چیز تموم میشه. و این موجود مضحک و جنده تموم میشه. این زشته بی انتها. دیگه بازیچه هیچکسی نخواهم بود. دیگه فقط طناب مهمه. فقط طناب. اونا از کارایی که کردن پشیمون نمیشن خوشحال میشن که من شکستم. اما من از اونا خوشحال ترم چون هیچ کس دیگه قلب منو بازی نمیده.فقط توی مرگ ارامش هست. فقط توی مرگ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-113098962196564442?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113098962196564442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/113098962196564442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112906425308776061</id><published>2005-10-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:57:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FuCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%20395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%20395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Picture%20397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Picture%20397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112906425308776061?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112906425308776061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112906425308776061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck.html' title='FuCk'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112843247375460660</id><published>2005-10-04T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:28:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love hurts no matter how hard you try. However it's also sweet. Maybe thats why people keep trying evern after being hurt really bad. Who knows....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112843247375460660?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112843247375460660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112843247375460660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-hurts-no-matter-how-hard-you-try.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112713040461081513</id><published>2005-09-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T04:56:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;بین من و تو فاصله غوغا میکنه &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;یاد حرفای قشنگت منو رها نمی کنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تو منو گذاشتی رفتی توی روزگار وحشی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;توی کوچه های قربت دنبالم حتی نگشتی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;***محسن چاوشی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112713040461081513?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112713040461081513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112713040461081513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112695139132124847</id><published>2005-09-17T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:23:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;وقتی مردم میخوام که روی سنگ قبرم بنویسن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FuCk M. Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;یا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;با خیال اینکه در جهنم خواهی سوخت( م.ش) با آرامش در قبرم خوابیدم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;برای الان باید اسمش مخفف باشه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112695139132124847?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112695139132124847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112695139132124847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-m_17.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112681157495929642</id><published>2005-09-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:12:54.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I could say that I don't give a fuck, but....WHAT THE FUCK?! I guess I just like the word FuckTard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112681157495929642?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112681157495929642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112681157495929642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-could-say-that-i-dont-give-fuck-but.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112672316617820759</id><published>2005-09-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:01:44.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>دل رحم</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hi_ listen babe i didnt want 2 bother u im not ur enemy i luv u just as a friend im not butt or asshole ///take care/man negaranetam/hamin/.bye[agar kairo doost daree behesh begoo shayd oon mesle man fucker nabashe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مثل این میمونه که 10 تا گلوله تو قلب یه نفر خالی کنی گلوشم با چاقو ببری بعد بشینی کنارش بهش بگی نگران وضعیتش هستی. جدا جالبه. تازه یه چیزیم دستی میخوان. &lt;/span&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112672316617820759?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112672316617820759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112672316617820759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_14.html' title='دل رحم'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112600973479025567</id><published>2005-09-06T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:52:06.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Everytime I make another cut....&lt;br /&gt;با هر برش تیغ بر روی پوستم صورتت تو میاد تو ذهنم. من دیگه عاشق تو نیستم . من به کس دیگه ای دل بستم. خبر دارم که توم با یکی هستی. حتما اونم مثل خودته بی احساسه. ولی وقتی صورتتو میبینم از روی عشق نیست. حتا از روی تنفر نیست. فقط فکر میکنم که تو چقدر بی وجدانی. یادم میاد که بهت گفته بودم آدمه حساسی هستم. یادم میاد که چندینو چند بار بهت گفتم که توروخدا منو بازی نده تحملشو ندارم. ولی برات مهم نبود. حالا درد قدیمی من برگشته. اما بدتر از قدیمه. حالا دیگه فقط یه خط نمیکشم. مینویسم. کلمه جمله حتی شکلم میکشم. دردش ......دردش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112600973479025567?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112600973479025567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112600973479025567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/everytime-i-make-another-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112573015951450960</id><published>2005-09-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:49:19.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>دل بستن</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;میگن به چیزی که دل نداره دل نبند. من فکر میکنم این حرف برای خیلی از آدمهام درسته. چون خیلی از آدما دل&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ندارن! اونوقت میشه مثل دل بستن به جسد. ولی خوب حداقل جسد آدمو شکنجهئ روحی نمیکنه&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/11431174-112573015951450960?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112573015951450960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112573015951450960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='دل بستن'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112111612347813104</id><published>2005-07-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:08:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>انتظار</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;انتظار انتظار انتظار.....هنوزم منتظرم...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112111612347813104?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112111612347813104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112111612347813104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_11.html' title='انتظار'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112111550390342632</id><published>2005-07-11T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:58:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just tell yourself that you'll be the death of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112111550390342632?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112111550390342632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112111550390342632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-tell-yourself-that-youll-be-death.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-112018301554475744</id><published>2005-06-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:56:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tell me everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tell me I won't have to fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tell me that I'll die tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TELL ME THAT I'LL FUCKING DIE TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-112018301554475744?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112018301554475744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/112018301554475744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/tell-me-everything-will-be-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111957327356501248</id><published>2005-06-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:34:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lost somewhere in this beautiful nightmare called &lt;em&gt;Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/1600/Animationkhoshgele2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6443/924/320/Animationkhoshgele2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111957327356501248?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111957327356501248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111957327356501248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost-somewhere-in-this-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111947488852943281</id><published>2005-06-22T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:53:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;'Cause there has always been heartache and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You'll breath again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....(Savage Garden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111947488852943281?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111947488852943281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111947488852943281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-you-feel-all-alone-and-world-has.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111932976139703543</id><published>2005-06-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T02:49:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like I need to slap the HELL out of you &amp;  shout, "WHY R YOU SO FUCKING STUPID?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111932976139703543?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111932976139703543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111932976139703543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-i-just-feel-like-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111904795603487017</id><published>2005-06-17T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:39:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;تو ذهنت ازم يه برده ساختی، اما بدون اين بازی رو تو باختی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111904795603487017?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111904795603487017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111904795603487017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111843048190920058</id><published>2005-06-10T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:08:01.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is this crule game? What is happening? Why is everywhere so dark? Why am I so cold? WHAT .......................... so many whats &amp;amp; whys but no answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111843048190920058?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111843048190920058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111843048190920058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-this-crule-game-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111843028183199719</id><published>2005-06-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:59:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>کابوس</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;بازم خواب "اونو" دیدم. نمیدونم چرا............. این شد ۲ بار تو یه هفته. برام عجیبه. آخه چرا خوابشو میبینم. مخصوصا که چهار پنج&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; ماهی بود اصلا خوابشو ندیده بودم. نمیدونم. گیج شدم. بهشم فکر نکردم زیاد که بخوام خوابشو ببینم. فقط میدونم که عصابم خیلی خورد میشه. آخه این دیگه چه بازی دردناکی هست که زندگی و ذهنم&lt;br /&gt; دارن باهام بازی میکنن. دارم بی تاب میشم. احساساتو خاطراتی که نمیخواستم هیچ وقت یادم بیاد برگشتن دوباره. نمی خوام نمی خوام نمی خوام .....لعنت به هر چی احساساته. لعنت به عشق. لعنت به من برای عاشق شدن. از امروز باید بشینم فیلم ترسناک ببینم. اونجوری ار ترس خوابم نمیره اگرم رفت کابوس می بینم. شکنجهء بدنی بهتر از شکنجه روحی هست&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/11431174-111843028183199719?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111843028183199719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111843028183199719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_10.html' title='کابوس'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111817256856995917</id><published>2005-06-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:50:43.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>خاطرات</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;در حاله جابجا کردن يه سری از وسايلهام اينارو پيدا کردم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;¤¤¤ به تو نگاه می کنم و می دانم که نيم يک نگاهی تا به تو دل دهد &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;آسوده خاطرت کند بگشايدت تا به درآيی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;من پا پس می کشم و در نيم گشوده به سويت بسته می شود¤¤¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;يادم مياد کی اين شعرو برام نوشت. چقدر اون موقعها از اين شعر بدم ميو مد. می دونستم که منظور منم. چقدر سخته که عاشق يه نفر باشی طرف هم بدونه، و جوابش بعد از ۹ ماه بشه &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; پا پس می کشم و در نيم گشوده به سويت بسته می شود.. اينم يه خاطره تلخ ديگه.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;يه ورقه ديگه:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;¤¤¤ با عرض سلام:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;ای ×××× که همشه از من ناراضی بودی و هستی!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;آخه چرا؟ چرا؟ چرا؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;شوهر تو که بهتر از اين نميشه؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;دلم برات تنگ می شه می شه می شه.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;اميدوارم با شوهر جديد خود خوش باشی! خوش باشی! خوش باشی!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;همسر بی وفای تو! ¤¤¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;اينو هر وقت که ميخونم از خنده ميمرم. وای چقــــــــــــــــــــدر دلم برات تنگ شده. يادش به خير دست به دسته هم راه ميرفتيم تو چشمچرونی ميکردی منم دعوات ميکردم. چه خوش بوديم اون موقه هـــــــــــــــــــــــا! اينم يه خاطره شيرين.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/magic_chic.enet/asdf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111817256856995917?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111817256856995917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111817256856995917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_07.html' title='خاطرات'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111807751860529713</id><published>2005-06-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:32:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Those who fear are lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111807751860529713?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111807751860529713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111807751860529713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/those-who-fear-are-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111803094171986987</id><published>2005-06-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:04:11.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>دوستی بعد از جدايی</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الان&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; يه چيزايی ميبينم که تا چند وقت پيش اصلا نمفهميدم. الان ميفهمم دليله اينکه خيليها تند تند "عشق" عوض ميکنن چی هست. اين آدما از يه نفری خوششون مياد. بعد حالا به هر دليلی که هست از هم جدا ميشن. خوب اين برای هر آدمی سخت هستش. اما اينا ميان به جای انکه بزارن وقت بگذره و اين آدمو از ياد ببرن، تندی ميری سراغه يه آدمه تازه و با اون دوست ميشن. اينطوری فکر کسی که عاشقشون بودنو از ياد مبرن و براشون خيلی اسونتر هست.&lt;br /&gt;اما اين کار به نظره من اشتباه هست. چون اين آدمها به اين ادمه تازه که دوست شدن احساسه اون چنانی ندارن. بگذريم که اين روابطشو ن معمولا کوتاه و چند ماهه هست. حالا اومديو اون طرف عاشقه آدم شد اون وقت چی؟ خوب اينام فقط تا وقتی که عاشقه يه نفر ديگه بشن با اين آدما ميمونن. بعد ولشون ميکنن چون احساسی نصبت بهشون ندارن. ميدونم جدا شدن خــــــــــــيلی سخته مخصوصا وقتی که عاشق يه نفر باشی. اما من فکر ميکنم که بهتره ادم وقتشو بگذرونه. آره سخته اما بهتر از اينه که چندين تا رابطه کوتاه مدت با اشخاصی داشته باشه که دوستشون نداره. مخصوصا که امکان داره اون طرف عاشق بشه و اونوقت بايد دلشو شکوند. من اميدوارم که هميشه اين قدرتو داشته باشم که هر چی هم جدا شدن برام سخت باشه با کسی که عاشقش نيستم دوست نشم.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/11431174-111803094171986987?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111803094171986987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111803094171986987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='دوستی بعد از جدايی'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111802965105713292</id><published>2005-06-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:47:31.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Live as if there is no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Laugh as if you have no worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dance as if no one is watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love as if you have never been hurt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111802965105713292?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111802965105713292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111802965105713292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/live-as-if-there-is-no-tomorrow-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111774369224505509</id><published>2005-06-02T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:21:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone falls to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sleepin all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To finally drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And another only fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone tries to hide themself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Down inside their selfish brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Another runs away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Separate or united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Healthy or insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You can be fading up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And pulled apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Or been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Every single memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Could have been faces of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dont lose any asleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sure everything will end up alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You may win love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     .....(AudioSlave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111774369224505509?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111774369224505509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111774369224505509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/06/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111757238689272414</id><published>2005-05-31T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:48:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is it just me or did suddenly get a lot fatter in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ....(The Simpsons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111757238689272414?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111757238689272414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111757238689272414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-just-me-or-did-suddenly-get-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111752517173000196</id><published>2005-05-31T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:39:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;چرا این احساسای اشغال منو ول نمیکنن؟ تا کی آخه باید زجر کشید؟ چرا باید بعد از ۵ ماه هنوزم گریه کنم؟ اونم بارا آدمی که براش هیچ احمیتی نداشتم..آدمی که باهام بازی کرد و آخرش گفت "از دفعه اولی که دیدمت ازت بدم اومد." آ دمی که تا حالا حتما ۲ تا عشق عوض کرده. چرا وقتی کسای دیگه بهم میگن دوستم دارن براشون اصلا احساسی ندارم؟ چرا عاشق شدن مرگه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111752517173000196?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111752517173000196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111752517173000196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111752422797432643</id><published>2005-05-31T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:18:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do I have feelings? Why can't they all just FUCK OFF?  I'm tired of them coming back to make me fucking sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111752422797432643?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111752422797432643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111752422797432643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-feelings.html' title='Fuck Feelings'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111735003390606571</id><published>2005-05-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:03:33.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ها ها ها حقته مستحقه حقته</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;اگــه دوســتـت ندارم حقته حقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;هر چی به روزت بیارم حقته حقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;تــلافـی ایـن هـمـه بــی وفــایـی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;پــا رو قـلـبـــت بـذارم حقته حقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;سر راهمـو می گیری تو خـیـابون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;داد می زنی پشـیـمونم پشیمون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;یه روز می یاد می بینی گوشه گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;مـعـنـی عشـقـو تـازه یـاد می گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;مـعـنـی عشـقـو تـازه یـاد می گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;هـر کـاری کــردی تـو بـا روزگــارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;هـــزار بـرابـر سـر تـو مــی یــارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;یه روز می یاد بشینی سـر راهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;بـگـی عاشـقـتـم ببـخـش گناهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;کـاری کـنم دوبـاره عاشـق بشی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;از عشـق من مجنون عالم بشی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;درسـی بـدم تـو قصــه هـا بیـارن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ابـــرای آســمـون بــرات ببـارن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;یه روز می یاد می بینی گوشه گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;مـعـنـی عشـقـو تـازه یـاد می گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;مـعـنـی عشـقـو تـازه یـاد می گیری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;اگــه دوســتـت ندارم حقته حقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;هر چی به روزت بیارم حقته حقته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;تــلافـی ایـن هـمـه بــی وفــایـی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;          پــا رو قـلـبـــت بـذارم حقته حقته&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;_ خوشم نمياد از آهنگش ولی چيزی که ميگه باحاله     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111735003390606571?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111735003390606571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111735003390606571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_28.html' title='ها ها ها حقته مستحقه حقته'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111730329355448522</id><published>2005-05-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:02:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smile, smile, smile, smile bit*h, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Be happy, be happy, be happy, be happy &amp;amp; act like u give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111730329355448522?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111730329355448522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111730329355448522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/smile-smile-smile-smile-bith-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111713799065311116</id><published>2005-05-26T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:06:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>احساساته تازه</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يه دوست داشتن تازه، کوچک و ساده.... يه عالمه سوال، ترس، اميد......در نهايت يه تصميم. بذارم اين دوستی بيشتر بشه؟ يا همين جا بکشمش؟ فکر فکر فکر ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111713799065311116?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111713799065311116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111713799065311116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_26.html' title='احساساته تازه'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111713740077911757</id><published>2005-05-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:06:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Chase is better than the Catch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111713740077911757?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111713740077911757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111713740077911757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/chase-is-better-than-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111689115367116541</id><published>2005-05-23T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:34:58.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's too much, it's all just too much. This feeling keeps coming back. It slowly creeps into my head. The desire comes to life again. It's almost a need. I fight it as best as I can. But what the future holds no one knows... I think i'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to the "High" after the pain. To the release I feel afterwards. No more emotional pain for a while. Everything is at ease, just for a while. And yet I have to fight it. I suppress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, &amp;amp; yet its always at the back of my mind, ready to stard everything all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111689115367116541?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111689115367116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111689115367116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/cutting.html' title='Cutting'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111688858845347769</id><published>2005-05-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:53:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/1024/44124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/400/44124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111688858845347769?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111688858845347769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111688858845347769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111679155428552780</id><published>2005-05-22T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:52:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Life Without Knowledge Is Death In disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111679155428552780?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111679155428552780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111679155428552780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/knowledge.html' title='Knowledge'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111657665502883641</id><published>2005-05-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:10:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;High on my pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111657665502883641?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111657665502883641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111657665502883641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/high-on-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111647964894662972</id><published>2005-05-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:13:13.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;بگوئيد اين آدمهاي بدبخت چكار كنند ؟ آدم بايد چه جوري باشد ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر سر به زير و متفكر باشيد مي گويند : افسرده است&lt;br /&gt;اگر شاد و خندان باشيد مي گويند : جلف و سبك است&lt;br /&gt;اگر چاق باشيد مي گويند : شكمو و پر خور و بي غم است&lt;br /&gt;اگر لاغر باشيد مي گويند : خسيس و گداست و يا حمال وارث است&lt;br /&gt;اگر زير بار زور نرويد مي گويند : خروس جنگي است و اهل مرافعه است&lt;br /&gt;اگر از حق خود بگذريد مي گويند : بي عرضه و دست و پا چلفتي است&lt;br /&gt;اگر اهل درس و مطالعه باشيد مي گويند : خر خوان است&lt;br /&gt;اگر خوب پول خرج كني مي گويند : ولخرج و لاابالي است&lt;br /&gt;اگر اهل ولخرجي نباشي مي گويند : گدا گشنه است&lt;br /&gt;اگر صاف و صادق باشي مي گويند : ببو است و هيچ چيز نمي شود&lt;br /&gt;اگر صاف و صادق نباشي مي گويند : آب زير كاه و موذي است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111647964894662972?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111647964894662972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111647964894662972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111635957151105062</id><published>2005-05-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:52:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>يـک بــوســه</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;يـک بــوســه بـراي قلبم يـک بـوســه بـراي تـو&lt;br /&gt;يک گلبرگ با عطر شعرم هـمـراه نامه هاي تـو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يـک بــوســه بـراي قلبم يـک بـوســه بـراي تـو&lt;br /&gt;يک گلبرگ با عطر شعرم هـمـراه نامه هاي تـو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;گر چه از تو ،یه جوابم ،نگـرفتـم این همـه سـال&lt;br /&gt;می نویسم ،یا نوشتم ،هر چه بود حال واحـوال&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نـامـه بر باد ،نـامـه بر آب ،نـامـه های بـی جواب&lt;br /&gt;به نشون واسم اون که اومد ورفت مثه یه خواب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يـک بــوســه بـراي قلبم يـک بـوســه بـراي تـو&lt;br /&gt;يک گلبرگ با عطر شعرم هـمـراه نامه هاي تـو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;چه غریبه این دل من ،عشقتو از دست نمی ده&lt;br /&gt;بـا تـو گـرمـه ،خوشـه بـا تـو ،یـه چـراغ نور امیده&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/11431174-111635957151105062?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111635957151105062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111635957151105062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_17.html' title='يـک بــوســه'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111630938262964932</id><published>2005-05-16T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:00:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love The Enemy, my love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/teufel/devil-smiley-017.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111630938262964932?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111630938262964932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111630938262964932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/enemy.html' title='Enemy'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111608911829502006</id><published>2005-05-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T09:50:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>گيج</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;ميترسم. ميترسم نتونم عاشق بشم. ميترسم به يکی بگم ( آره) ولی عاشقش نشم. بعد چی؟ دلم نمی خواد به کسی ضرر برسونم. دوست ندارم دله کسيو بشکنم حتی نا-خواسته. چه طوری ميشه تصميم گرفت وقتی هر تصميمی حتی کوچک روی زندگيه خودم و يه نفره ديگه تاثير ميذاره؟ دوست ندارم مثله دفعه اول بشه. همش ميترسم همه مثل «اون» باشن. هنوزم نميتونم به کسی اعتماد کنم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111608911829502006?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111608911829502006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111608911829502006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_14.html' title='گيج'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111547733776488708</id><published>2005-05-07T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T07:48:57.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner Or Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want a normal life&lt;br /&gt;just like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover hater&lt;br /&gt;I am an instigator&lt;br /&gt;You are an oversight&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to compromise&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to love to hate it&lt;br /&gt;I am not integrated&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name&lt;br /&gt;You'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Your scream is burning through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later your gonna hate it&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and throw your life away&lt;br /&gt;Driving me under, leaving me out there&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and throw your life away&lt;br /&gt;You're like an infantile&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all the while&lt;br /&gt;You sit and try to play me&lt;br /&gt;Just like you see on tv&lt;br /&gt;I am an oversight&lt;br /&gt;Just like a parasite&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....(Breaking Benjamin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111547733776488708?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111547733776488708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111547733776488708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/sooner-or-later.html' title='Sooner Or Later'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111531256266580310</id><published>2005-05-05T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T07:45:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I see fallen angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As I try to go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And they are always watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I see fallen angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As I'm walking down the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Staring and scary, wondoring what they'ill do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....(Ra)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111531256266580310?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111531256266580310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111531256266580310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-see-fallen-angels-as-i-try-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111506817947847456</id><published>2005-05-02T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:29:36.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>حالم به هم خورد</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;امروز تو چت با يه نفر آشنا شدم که منو ياده يه نفری انداخت. کاراش و حرفاش منو خيلی ناراحت کرد. گفت که ۳ تا «جی اف» داره. ازش پرسيدم چرا؟ گفتش: تو اين زندگی بايد بازی کنی يا باهات بازی ميکنن. ازپرسيدم عزاب وجدان نميگيری که با مردم بازی ميکنی؟ خنديدو گفت: نه. گفت: يه کاری ميکنم که فکر کنن بی دستو پام. بعد هر کار دلم بخواد ميکنم. بهشون اون چيزای چرت و پرتی که ميخوان بشنون ميگم. مصلا ميگم، فقط با تو هستم، ميخوام برای هميشه برات باشم،‌ ميخوام باهات زندگی کنم او از اين «کس-و-شعر» ها. بعد از اينا ياده خودم افتادم. چقدر زود و احمقانه حرفهای اون آدمه پست و خودخاه رو باور کردم. وقتی بهم گفت ميخواد با هم باشيم برای زندگی کس-شر بود. وقتی گفت مثله من دوست داره خونه بخريم و با هم زندگی کنيم کس-شر بود. وقتی گفتم بچه ميخوام، گفت منم ميخوام اونم کس-شر بود. وقتی گفت آشنا دارم و راحت بچه از يتيم خونه ميگيريم کس-شر بود. اون وقتهايی که گفت دوستم داره و عاشقمه همش کس-شر بود. اصلا اون خودش کــــــــــــــــس شـــــــــــــــــــــر بود.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111506817947847456?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111506817947847456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111506817947847456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_02.html' title='حالم به هم خورد&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/wuerg/vomit-smiley-015.gif&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111500857898272001</id><published>2005-05-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:24:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>خنده</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;ها ها! امروز يه نفرو ديدم که داشت يه نفره ديگه رو توی روم مسخره ميکرد. دليلش از همه خنده دار تره... برای اين مسخرش ميکرد چون (((جی اف))) داره اما اومده توی چت روم. چقدر خنديدم، مخصوصا با اين چيزايی که تازه درموردش شنيدم......ها ها ها ها ها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111500857898272001?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111500857898272001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111500857898272001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='خنده'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111480919665750331</id><published>2005-04-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:17:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;فقط دو جلسه ديگه با مو قرمزی کلاس دارم..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/blackeye/GCfrownpurple.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/otn/pcrying.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111480919665750331?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111480919665750331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111480919665750331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111432113878310655</id><published>2005-04-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:38:58.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're safe as you will ever be..so hush, my dear &amp; sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Celine Dion)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111432113878310655?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111432113878310655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111432113878310655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-precious-one.html' title='My Precious One'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111432074027788329</id><published>2005-04-23T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:35:10.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tear my heart open, I sow myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111432074027788329?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111432074027788329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111432074027788329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/tear-my-heart-open-i-sow-myself-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111413275503950817</id><published>2005-04-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:36:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hamash bazi kardi, khord kardiiii, fekr kardi khelly behtar az hame hasty, hamash bazi hamash dooroogh, yeke ro ovordi ke mano daghoon kone, bad be nafar ye tike ke doost dashti paste kardi, badisham mesle hamishe farar kardi, tarsoo hasty. doorooghgo hasty, past hasty. are&lt;br /&gt;fekr kardi...man dige daghoon shodam. halam azat dige be ham mikhore. hamiin emrooz (/\/) behem goft ke eshgheto az yad nemibari, azash motenafer mishi. are manam motenafer shodam azat. nemitonam bavar konam in dooroogha ro gofty. bavar nemikonam in karo ba man kardi. halam az vojodet be ham mikhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111413275503950817?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111413275503950817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111413275503950817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/hamash-bazi-kardi-khord-kardiiii-fekr.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111404715661076532</id><published>2005-04-20T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:36:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I fear my memories,&lt;br /&gt;I fear my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;I fear my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I fear love,&lt;br /&gt;I fear lies,&lt;br /&gt;I fear "her",&lt;br /&gt;I fear all of the Hers,&lt;br /&gt;I fear my thougts,&lt;br /&gt;I fear ME&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust anyone,&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust anymore,&lt;br /&gt;It died like so many other things in me,&lt;br /&gt;I fear I will never get them back,&lt;br /&gt;I fear I will never trust again&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111404715661076532?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111404715661076532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111404715661076532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111393028521285292</id><published>2005-04-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:37:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FU</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://wounded.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/fuck-u.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111393028521285292?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111393028521285292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111393028521285292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/fu.html' title='FU'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111384391139036255</id><published>2005-04-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:39:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll stand for nothing less, I'll never stand again...&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/confused/aeh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111384391139036255?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111384391139036255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111384391139036255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/ill-stand-for-nothing-less-ill-never.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111384337767523043</id><published>2005-04-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:40:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>عصبانی</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;بعضی وقتها خيلی عصبانی ميشم. نميدونم از دست تو که بهم دروغ گفتی و باهام بازی کردی عصبانيم يا از دسته خودم. شايد از خودم عصبانی هستم که دروغاتو يکی بعد از ديگری بخشيدم و بازيهاتو نديده گرفتم. شايد عصبانی هستم که برای تو اصلا مشکل نبود. دليلی هم نداشت که باشه، چون هيچوقت بيشتر از يه بازی برات حساب نميشدم. تو خيلی زود رفتی سراغه گير آوردنه يه بازی تازه. و کسی که مجبور شد حسابه خساراته بازيهای تو رو بپرداره من بودم و هستم.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111384337767523043?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111384337767523043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111384337767523043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_18.html' title='عصبانی'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111370883012162090</id><published>2005-04-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:40:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;امروز دوباره به يادت افتادم. آره خيلی وقتها بهت فکر ميکنم. اما اين دفعه فرق داشت. اين دفعه از اونايی بود که يادم اومد تورو بعد يه احساسی عجيبی تو قلبم اومد. احساسه خيلی بدی هست. فکر کنم وقتی مردم ميگن تو قلبم احساسه درد ميکنم، منظورشون همين باشه. چيزی که عجيبه اينه که اتفاقه خيلی مهمی نبود. يه شلوار باعث شد که دوباره اين احساس که ازش متنفرم بر گرده. شلواری که ديدم منو ياده شلواری اندخت که تو دانشگاه پوشيده بودی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111370883012162090?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111370883012162090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111370883012162090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_111370883012162090.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111370834695356921</id><published>2005-04-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:41:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>زود باور</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;منه زود باوره ساده فکر ميکردم عاشقی&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;وقتی از عشقت ميگفتی فکر ميکردم صادقی..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111370834695356921?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111370834695356921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111370834695356921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_16.html' title='زود باور'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111342928523821073</id><published>2005-04-13T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:41:58.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>بازم درد</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;يه چند چيز که از طريقه دردناک ياد گرفتم: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;چاقو ی نوک خش خشی درد داره&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;به هيچ کس نميشه اعتماد کرد. هر چهقدرم خودشونو آروم و مهربون جلوه بدن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;به هيچ بشری تو دنيا نبايد نقطه ضعفاتو بگی، هر چقدر هم که دوستشون داشته باشی و يا اونها بگن که دوستت دارند. چون آخرش همين آدما که اينقدر دوستشون داشتی از نقطه ضعفت استفاده ميکنن تا خردت کنن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دخترای مو قرمزی دوست ندارن موقع رانندگی ازشون جلو بزنی.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111342928523821073?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111342928523821073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111342928523821073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_13.html' title='بازم درد'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111332978373808685</id><published>2005-04-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:42:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm fucked up &amp;amp; I don't give a fuck if people don't like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111332978373808685?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111332978373808685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111332978373808685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-fucked-up-i-dont-give-fuck-if.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111332451450623153</id><published>2005-04-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:43:01.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And when you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;I came to you&lt;br /&gt;And when you wanted someone else&lt;br /&gt;I withdrew&lt;br /&gt;And when you asked for light&lt;br /&gt;I set myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;And if I go far away&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll find another slave&lt;br /&gt;And when you wanted blood&lt;br /&gt;I cut my veins&lt;br /&gt;And when you wanted love&lt;br /&gt;I bled myself again&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've had my fill of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you up forever&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll find another slave&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;But then u wanted more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(AudioSlave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111332451450623153?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111332451450623153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111332451450623153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-you-are.html' title='Who you are'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111323741694754495</id><published>2005-04-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:43:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;بزرگترين دعوای عمرمو با بابام داشتم. تا حالا حتی باهاش بلند هم حرف نميزدم. نميدونم چی شد که يه دفعه ترکيدم. همه عصبانيتمو سرش خالی کردم. حرفهايی رو که هيچکس تو خونه جرات زدنشو تا حالا نداشت بهش زدم. از اين که وقتی بچه بودم چرا منو زد، تا اينکه اون فکر ميکنه خداست و ميخواد عقايدشو به ما تحميل کنه. خودم اون موقع اينقدر عصبانی بودم که نفهميدم ... وگرنه حتما سکته ميکردم. حتی وقتی عصبانی شد، صورتش سرخ شد و اومد دو سانتیمتريی صورتم وايستاد شروع کرد به عربده کشيدن بازم نترسيدم، منم سرش داد زدم. خيلی خالی شدم. مامان و خواهر، برادرام نميتونن باور کنن. بچه ها يواشکی بهم گفتن: اااااااااااااای وووووووووووووول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111323741694754495?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111323741694754495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111323741694754495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111323650329390913</id><published>2005-04-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:44:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cut my life into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I've reached my last resort&lt;br /&gt;Suffocation, no breathing&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care if I die bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Would it be wrong would it be right&lt;br /&gt;If I took my life tonight&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that I might&lt;br /&gt;Mutilation out of sight&lt;br /&gt;And I'm contemplating suicide&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Losing my sight, losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(PaPa roach)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111323650329390913?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111323650329390913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111323650329390913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-resort.html' title='Last Resort'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111314184449423686</id><published>2005-04-10T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:44:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lifes a bitch, then you die. So deal with it &amp;amp; move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111314184449423686?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111314184449423686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111314184449423686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111307013334313239</id><published>2005-04-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:44:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;حالا همه خوشحال هستند؟ همه شما کثافتا. بابا، علی، مريم، توفان ...همتون کثافتين. حالا خوشحال هستين؟ يا بايد بميرم تا خوشحال بشين؟ همون بهتر منم از همه شماها متنفرم. آخرين باری که خودمو بريدم سيزده&lt;br /&gt;سالم بود. از وقتی يازده&lt;br /&gt;بودم اين کارو شروع کردم. از همون وقتی که اون زنيکه اشغال سعی کرد منو عاشقش کنه. ولی من ازش بدم ميومد. حالا دوباره شروع شد. مرسی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111307013334313239?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111307013334313239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111307013334313239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_111307013334313239.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111297237498870341</id><published>2005-04-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:45:11.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>مرگ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;از اين به بعد مرده به حساب ميايی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ny/county/allegany/CemeteryPages/TrappingBrook-JuneCemetery/Pix-Trapping%20Brook%20Cemetery/RIP%20Tombstone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111297237498870341?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297237498870341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297237498870341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_111297237498870341.html' title='مرگ'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111297116156510346</id><published>2005-04-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:45:34.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;الان چه احساسی نسبت به تو دارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111297116156510346?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297116156510346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297116156510346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111297062493765127</id><published>2005-04-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:46:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;برای تو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/cwm/piss2.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/geno/asshole2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/angry/tdo3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/mfinger/2up.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111297062493765127?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297062493765127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111297062493765127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111280307759472852</id><published>2005-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:46:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On a cobweb afternoon&lt;br /&gt;In a room of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;By a freeway I confess&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in the pages&lt;br /&gt;Of a book full of death&lt;br /&gt;Reading how we'll die alone&lt;br /&gt;And if we're good we'll lay to rest&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere we want to go&lt;br /&gt;In your house I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Room by room patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;Like a stone I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;On my deathbed I will pray&lt;br /&gt;To the gods and the angels&lt;br /&gt;Like a pagan to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who will take me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;To a place I recall&lt;br /&gt;I was there so long ago&lt;br /&gt;The sky was bruised&lt;br /&gt;The win was bled&lt;br /&gt;And there you led me on&lt;br /&gt;And on I read&lt;br /&gt;Until the day was gone&lt;br /&gt;And I sat in regret&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;For all that I've blessed&lt;br /&gt;And all that I've wronged&lt;br /&gt;In dreams until my death&lt;br /&gt;I will wonder on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(audioslave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111280307759472852?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111280307759472852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111280307759472852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-stone.html' title='Like a Stone'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111274348876533221</id><published>2005-04-05T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:42:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>عاشق شدن</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الان ميفهمم چرا بعضی از آدما با هزار تا آدمه ديگه دوست بودن و چرا هر دفعه که ببينيشون يا باهاشون حرف بزنی با يه آدمه جديد هستند. خيلی جالبه با يه نفر ۲ بار چت ميکنی، فرداش مياد ميگه که عاشقته. آخه چه جوری همچين چيزی ميتونه واقعيت داشته باشه؟ من باور ندارم. وقتی يه نفرو نميشناسی چطور ميتونی عاشقش باشی؟؟ به نظر من اين آدما فقط اين حرفو ميزنن چون يه دوستيی کوتاه مدت ميخوان..يا ميترسن اگه نگن عاشقتن فرصت دوستی با تورو از دست ميدهند. اگه اين آدما بگن که از تو خوششون اومده يه چيزنی، اما اينکه الکی بگن عاشقتن و ميخواهن فقط با تو باشن، اين مسخره ست. من فکر ميکنم کار غلطيه که به کسی الکی بگی عاشقشی. اگه شانس زد و اين آدم واقعا عاشق شد اونوقت چی؟ حتما مشکل خودشه نه؟؟ از خودخاهی بدم مياد. آخه چرا به هم دروغ بگيم؟ چرا فقط به فکر خودمون باشيم. آدمها عروسک نيستند که خدا اونها رو برای بازی ما آفريده باشه. چرا آدمها و احساساتشون رو ناديده ميگيريم؟ چرا يه آدمه ديگه بايد خسارت خراب کاريهای ما رو بده؟ و واقعا برام جالبه که وقتی به اين آدما ميگم من دنبال هيچی نيستم الان همشون عصبانی يا ناراحت ميشن و ميگن که: تو چقدر بی احساس هستی. اما اگه اين آدما جدا فکر کنن ميبينن که من به فکرشونم. نميخوام به کسی دروغی بگم که دوستش دارم. من اصلا هنوز احساساته قبليمو&lt;br /&gt;از دست ندادم. هنوز دل و قلبم پر عشق قبليم هستن. پس اينا چه جوری انتظار دارن من دوستشون داشته باشم. بايد اونقدر وقت بگذره که ديگه عاشق نباشم. تازه اون وقت بايد بشينم ببينم از زندگيم چی ميخوام، چون ميدونم که دله من ديگه طاقت شکست تو عشقو نداره&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/cwm/disgust.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;از عشق دروغی متنفرم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/sarge/BrokenHeart_anim.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111274348876533221?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111274348876533221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111274348876533221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_05.html' title='عاشق شدن'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111274168122315081</id><published>2005-04-05T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:10:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tear form the inside&lt;br /&gt;Tear me from my flesh&lt;br /&gt;Tear me from the right&lt;br /&gt;Tear me from my bones&lt;br /&gt;Tear me limb from limb&lt;br /&gt;Tear me from my skin&lt;br /&gt;Does this make you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111274168122315081?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111274168122315081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111274168122315081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/tear-form-inside-tear-me-from-my-flesh.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111262905880743050</id><published>2005-04-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:11:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;ديشب داشتم يه برنامه تماشا ميکردم&lt;br /&gt;ل۱ به ل۲ گفت:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If your angry then why did you even come here ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ل۲ جواب داد:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Because I wanted to know why a person whould try so hard to make someone fall in love with them, when they really don't give a fuck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من کلـــــــــــــی خنديدم. اصلا يادم نمی ياد چندين هزار بار اين فکرو کرده باشم. شايدم يکی، دو بار به خودت گفته باشم. خيلی باحال بود، با اينکه خنده من تلخ هم بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111262905880743050?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111262905880743050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111262905880743050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-your-angry-then-why-did-you-even.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111257387266166079</id><published>2005-04-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:12:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;يه نفر پيدا نشد بشکنه سکوتمو تا مگه آروم بشه دله ديوونه ی من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;نميدونم کيی مياد مثل خورشيد مثل ماه توی تک ستارهها چشم من مونده به راه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دست رو قلبم نزارين من يه پاره آتيشم دارم از شدته غم قطره قطره آب ميشم اون که من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دوستش دارم قدره صد تا آسمون پيشه چشمه من گذشت از پل رنگين کمون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111257387266166079?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111257387266166079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111257387266166079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_111257387266166079.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111257294757058083</id><published>2005-04-03T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:12:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>درد</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;چرا آدما يه کارايی ميکنن که بعدا پشیمون بشن؟ چی باعث ميشه يه حرفايی بزنيم که ديگرانو برنجونيم؟ منم مثل هر آدمه ديگه اين کارو بارها کردم. ولی مشکل اينه که نميتونی حرفهايی که زدی يا کارههايی که کردی و پس بگيريی. آره من اشتباه کردم. عصابمو يکی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خرد کرد، دله خودمم که مثل هميشه پر بود. اصلا دل من چندين ماهه که پر... نميدونم چرا تورو انتخاب کردم. ميتونستم اين عصبانيتو سر هر کسی خالی کنم. اما سر تو خالی کردم. حرفای خيلی زشتی زدم. بعدا از خودم بدم اومد که اين حرفا رو زدم. بعضی وقتها آدمها يه کارايی ميکنن که خيلی بدنن، ديگرانو آزار ميدن بعد ميزارن به حسابه اين که اون آدمم اينا رو رنجونده. منم سعی کردم همين فکرو بکنم اما خوب ميدونم که چرت و پرته. تو هر کاريم کرده باشی که منو آزار داده باشه باز به من اين حقو نميده که يه کاری کنم که ناراحت بشی. ولی خوب حرفی که زده شده ديگه زده شده. نه ميتونم حرفهامو پس بگيرم، نه راه درستی ميدونم که همه چيزو درست کنه، راهی برای معذرت خواهی ندارم به جز اينکه بگم "معذرت می خواهم"&lt;br /&gt;البته خودم ميدونم که اين کافی نيست. اين باره اولی نبود که فحش دادم، يا عصبانيتم و سرت خالی کردم. ولی اميدوارم دفعه آخر باشه، چون از اين احساس متنفرم. از اين که بدونم يه آدمه کثيفم، از اين که کسيو برنجونم حالا هر کی ميخواد باشه..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شايد الکی به خودم ميگفتم که با اين کار دارم خودمو راحت ميکنم، دارم اين درده لعنتی که هر دقيقه تو قلبم هست رو از بين ميبردم، اما اينا همش بهونست. نه فحش دادن، نه داد زدن، نه دعوا کردن، نه اين که باهات بحث کنم و دليلاتو که توضيح ميدن چرا ما نميتونيم با هم باشيم، نه يه نفره ديگه که ميگه عاشقه منه، نه از ته قلب آرزو کردن که تو و احساساتمو نصبت به تو فراموش کنم، هيچ کدوم کمک نميکنن. الان به اين نتيجه رسيدم که هر کسی خودش بايد آرامش پيداکنه. وقت ميبره تا قلب زخمی خوب بشه، خیـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــلی وقت. هيچ دکمه ای وجود نداره که بتونی فشارش بدی و احساسات،‌ علاقت، آرزوهات، خاطرههات، و غشقتو از ياد ببری. دردش کمتر شده اما نه اونقد. حالا به جای اين که احساس کنم هر لحظه يه شمشير تو قلبم فورو ميره، احساس ميکنم که يه خنجره سه سر تو قلبم فرو ميره. تازه بدی قلب اينه که دردش يه جوری هست که ميتونه در عرض يک ثانيه دردش دوباره تبديل بشه به همون شمشير.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111257294757058083?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111257294757058083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111257294757058083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_03.html' title='درد'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111255110098185499</id><published>2005-04-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:16:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard Of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Green Day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such true words..........&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/sad/mecry.gif" /&gt; I want a Hug &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/edoom/puppy_dog_eyes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111255110098185499?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111255110098185499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111255110098185499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard Of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111245562017720446</id><published>2005-04-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:13:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;تو گفتی "نميدونستم اينقدر علاقت زياد بوده" نميدونم شايد اينکه هر روز به يه نفر بگی دوستش داری، ساعتها منتظر بشينی تا بياد که با هم يه ساعت حرف بزنين، واسش کارتهای دوستت دارم بفرستی، همه چيزو در موردش بدونی،‌ پاشی بری يه کشور ديگه که ببيننش نشون ندن که به يکی علاقه داری. شايد اصلا تقصيره من بوده. شايد به جای اينکه اين کارا رو ميکردم بايد يه سنگه گنده ميگرفتم روش مينوشتم "علاقه من زياده و خيلی هم جدی هستم" بعد محکم باهاش ميزدم تو سرت تا متوجه بشی.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;وقتی تو اين حرفو بهم زدی وسط گريه کردن بودم، نميدونستم بايد شديدتر گريه کنم يا بخندم.&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/11431174-111245562017720446?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111245562017720446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111245562017720446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111210809687001434</id><published>2005-03-29T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:14:04.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;U tried to take my life away, take my smile away&lt;br /&gt;But I'm strogner now since u've gone away, since u crawled away&lt;br /&gt;I won't let u take me down, I won't let u break me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111210809687001434?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111210809687001434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111210809687001434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/u-tried-to-take-my-life-away-take-my.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111205480820894840</id><published>2005-03-28T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:14:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am a world before I am a man, I was a creature before I could stand, I will remember before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slipknot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: by man I don't mean MALE, I mean man-kind, a human being lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111205480820894840?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111205480820894840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111205480820894840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-world-before-i-am-man-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111175471481681525</id><published>2005-03-25T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:14:53.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;عشق من فقط يه سوءتفاهم بوده، همين. الان ميفهمم. تو عادت داری به همه بگی "دوستت دارم" اما واقعا منظورت اين نيست که عاشقشون هستی. اما از طرفی ديگه من عادت ندارم به هيچکس بگم "دوستت دارم" بنابراين هر دفعه که به تو اين حرفو زدم منظورم اين بوده که عاشقتم. منو تو هر دوتامون اشتباه کرديم. تو دوستت دارمهای منو شنيدی و فکر کردی مثل دوستت دارمهای تو فقط يه حرفن. منم دوستت دارمهای تورو شنيدم و فکر کردم مثل من عاشقی. کسی به من نگفته بود که دوستت دارمهای تو خالی از هر گونه احساس هستند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111175471481681525?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111175471481681525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111175471481681525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111173434661344044</id><published>2005-03-24T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:16:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;love this saying: No one dies a virgin, in the end life fu*ks us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111173434661344044?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111173434661344044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111173434661344044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111157825286651205</id><published>2005-03-23T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:08:50.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>badGurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha ...... YEP YEP YEP.....Oh well NOthIng BeTtEr TO dO nE.wAyS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sAd LiL dUdE *** I lUv tHiS DuDe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111157825286651205?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111157825286651205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111157825286651205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/badgurl.html' title='badGurl'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111147844377748315</id><published>2005-03-22T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:17:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Karl Marx ...............................&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the Internet and "copy" &amp;amp; "paste"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111147844377748315?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111147844377748315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111147844377748315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/karl-marx.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111139182811216514</id><published>2005-03-20T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:17:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was up untill 8 o'clock in the morning waiting for the new year celebration. Then I went to bed and got up at 8 pm haha. Spring break is over &amp;amp; I have school tomorrow so I had to do my homework. So0o0o0o I almost didn't make a post today. I got some co0l pics of my frog. Yes My Frog LOL. I'll post em later when hello! starts to work again, damn thing, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111139182811216514?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111139182811216514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111139182811216514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-up-untill-8-oclock-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111127630037605772</id><published>2005-03-19T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:08:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>دنيای ک*خل</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تصميم گرفتم که عوض شم. از اين به بعد فقط به دنيا ميخندم. وله تنفر، عشق و از اين چرتو پرتا. ساله جديد داره شروع ميشه و ميخوام امسال يه ساله باحال باشه. از اين به بعد هر کی بهم فحش داد بهش ميخندم. هرکی باهام دعوا کرد يا مسخرم کرد باز ميخندم. آره اگه دوباره عاشق شدم و طرف بهم گفت دوستم نداره بازم ميخندم، مثله يه آدمه روانی. اصلا روانی بودن حــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــا ل ميده. دنيا و اين زندگی بــــیــــــپ ـ خــــولــــن. تازه منم بیپ ـ خولم.&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/11431174-111127630037605772?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111127630037605772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111127630037605772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_19.html' title='دنيای ک*خل'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111118580163787042</id><published>2005-03-18T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:07:16.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel like laughing. I don't know why, but I just wanna laugh. I wanna laugh all day long, for no good reason. No I haven't lost my mind yet, but I still wanna laugh w/o a reason. Maybe I want to laugh because life is ironic, because love is so stupid, because I'm so naive, because I like what I see in the mirror.... who knows. But I know this: laughing is fun. LOL. LMAO, LMFAO oo0o0oh well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111118580163787042?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111118580163787042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111118580163787042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111118562550293427</id><published>2005-03-18T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:18:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ساده لوح</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;الان دارم ميخندم. چهقدر ساده لوحم من. ديروز دباره با تو صحبت کردم. بهم يه حرفی زدی و منم&lt;br /&gt;برداشته اشتباح کردم. الان منظورتو کاملا ميفهمم. منظور تو اين نبود که منو دوست داری&lt;br /&gt;اين بود که خودت نميخوای با من باشی ولی دوست نداری که من با کسه ديگه ای باشم. نميخوای من زودتر از تو کسی رو پيدا کنم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111118562550293427?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111118562550293427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111118562550293427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_111118562550293427.html' title='ساده لوح'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111113642650574093</id><published>2005-03-18T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:18:47.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;هر روز از خودم میپرسم، آخه چرا اينقدر ترسويی؟ من ميترسم و اين ترس هميشه از اون چيزايی که خواسته ام جدام کرده. وقتی ديدمت دلم خواست بغلت کنم اما ترسيدم. وقتی تو ماشين بوديم خواستم بگم دوستت دارم اما ترسيدم. تو سينما خواستم بگم تورو ميخوام اما ترسيدم. توی آسانسور ميخواستم بوست کنم اما بازم ترسيدم، واسه همين فقط زير چشمی به لبات نگاه کردم. من هميشه ميترسم، خيلی وقته که اينجوريه. از نه شنيدن ميترسم. از &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(نه)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; واسه همين همه حرفامو ميريزم تو دلم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;البته تو آخرشم بهم گفتی که دوستم نداری پس شايد خوب بود که چيزی نگفتم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111113642650574093?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111113642650574093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111113642650574093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_111113642650574093.html' title=''/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431174.post-111113371363803620</id><published>2005-03-18T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:57:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>تلخ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;چرا جدايی اينقدر سخته؟ چرا اينقدر تلخه؟ چرا دروغ و خيانت اينقدر دردناکن؟ چی يه قلبه شکسته رو درست ميکنه؟ آدم بايد چه کار کنه؟ چی مرحمه يه روحه خرابه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431174-111113371363803620?l=suicide4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111113371363803620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431174/posts/default/111113371363803620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide4all.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_18.html' title='تلخ'/><author><name>DiVa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12859463942358739673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/286/4101/320/nothing.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
