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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m Esperanza

This is just for me.  Stupid teenage problems that nobody cares about.

nosy fucks</description><title>Dear Diary,</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @deardiary-notetoself)</generator><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>CERTAIN FUCKING HEARTBREAK.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;CERTAIN FUCKING HEARTBREAK.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/26834463449</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/26834463449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 09:31:16 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>ALSO, why the fuck did you like Brooklynn's "TBH" status? Like wtf? Do you want her to confess that she misses you and wants you back? Like fuck. I don't even understand...</title><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/24316091639</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/24316091639</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 00:25:18 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I just love knowing about how much of a whore you thought I was and that was why you didn&amp;#8217;t...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just love knowing about how much of a whore you thought I was and that was why you didn&amp;#8217;t wanna go out with me. I love knowing that you &amp;#8220;were still in love and would never stop being in love with Brooklynn&amp;#8221; while we were going out. I love hearing, FROM YOU, that you asked Baylee out before me and she said no, so you went for me, AS we were waiting for her and Jasmine to come over. I was like&amp;#8230; the 4th option. Lawl. Remembering you talking about how Erin was screwing Baylee up&amp;#8230; IT&amp;#8217;S BECAUSE YOU LIKED HER HAHAHA, NOW I GET IT. And how you like her photos and dress up for her, but not me. AND YOU WERE WITH HER LAST SUMMER. AND YOU&amp;#8217;LL BE WITH HER THIS SUMMER, CAMPING AND PARTYING WHILE I&amp;#8217;M GONE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just setting myself up for certain heartbreak.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/24315393365</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/24315393365</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 00:08:07 -0600</pubDate><category>moi</category></item><item><title>Dear Quinten Davis Colovich,</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sad, because I know we&amp;#8217;re falling apart&amp;#8230; and I really don&amp;#8217;t want this to be happening. I think we&amp;#8217;ve been falling apart for a while, now. The last time you made me a card or wrote me a love letter was 6 months ago&amp;#8230; The last time you wrote something &amp;#8216;good&amp;#8217; on tumblr was 5 months ago. Everything else since then has been bad. That was your turning point, your limit. Your feelings for me changed. You don&amp;#8217;t love me, anymore. In fact, you loathe me. I know this, because I do, too. You&amp;#8217;re the one who has changed me the most. I used to be strong, but you changed that. I let my guard down with you. You were different. You were the one I wanted to be with. You&amp;#8217;re the only one who&amp;#8217;s made me feel so much love, yet so much pain.. and I loathe you for that. I don&amp;#8217;t think I could ever hate you, but I DO dislike you very much. You cheated, you lied, you lied again and again. I don&amp;#8217;t trust you anymore. I kept telling myself that I did, but I don&amp;#8217;t. It&amp;#8217;s your fault that I don&amp;#8217;t trust you, you made those choices and tried to hide them by lying. Did you really think you could keep all the things you&amp;#8217;ve done from me forever? You said you would earn my trust back, but what have you done to do that? You ignore me, you choose weed/spice over me, you choose cigarettes over me, you choose your friends over me, you flirt with other girls and call me ridiculous when I call you out for it. Maybe I Am ridiculous, maybe I should just start trusting you again.. hah, trust is earned and you&amp;#8217;ve done NOTHING to prove to me that I should trust you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t want this to end. I don&amp;#8217;t want to be without you. I don&amp;#8217;t want to see you in the halls next year and remember what we had. I don&amp;#8217;t want you to become a stranger, again. I don&amp;#8217;t want to think about how you were one the most important person in my life. I don&amp;#8217;t want to see you with anyone else, but me. I want to go back to how we were that first month before I left. I want to relive each and every day we spent together. I want that happiness again. I&amp;#8217;m tired of this pain, I&amp;#8217;m tired of being unhappy. All I want is to be happy, but I want to be happy with you. We have our moments, it&amp;#8217;s true. But that&amp;#8217;s rare. I love those moments, I treasure them. Those moments have been keeping us together, because all this unhappiness is worth those moments of joy&amp;#8230; at least, it Used to be worth it. I don&amp;#8217;t know if I can take anymore, Quinten.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry. I&amp;#8217;m sorry for the things I&amp;#8217;ve done that have hurt you. But you will never understand the amount of pain you&amp;#8217;ve inflicted on me. If I trusted you, we&amp;#8217;d be happy. Fights would be rare. Everything would be perfect. I wish you hadn&amp;#8217;t done those things. I wish you hadn&amp;#8217;t hurt me. I wish you hadn&amp;#8217;t made me lose my faith in you. Maybe I should&amp;#8217;ve gotten over it by now.. but finding out about cigarettes just made it come back. I thought I was over it, but you caused me to mistrust you again. In all reality, everything literally was your fault. You made those choices, you caused my mistrust and now look at where we are. If you hadn&amp;#8217;t done those things, we&amp;#8217;d be happy. I&amp;#8217;d trust you and we wouldn&amp;#8217;t fight. What is done is done. There&amp;#8217;s no turning back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love you more than anyone I&amp;#8217;ve ever loved. I love you more than myself. But I love the Quinten I first met. The Quinten who was there for me those few days before you asked me to be yours. The Quinten that was too nervous to kiss me after our first date. The Quinten who layed with me that night and told me he was in love with me. The Quinten who wanted so desperately to come to New Mexico. The Quinten who wrote me love letters and skyped with me all night long. The one who wanted nothing but my happiness. I&amp;#8217;m holding on to that Quinten, I keep hoping he&amp;#8217;ll come back and make everything better&amp;#8230; But who am I kidding? That&amp;#8217;s not going to happen&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love you Quinten Colovich.. I love you so much&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#8220;Your hot, Filipino girlfriend&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/23877679530</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/23877679530</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 13:09:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1h0zl6A2w1r8cb3go1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/22465119910</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/22465119910</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 13:45:51 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I FARTED AND IT REALLY STINKS.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://thisismyghosttown.tumblr.com"&gt;I FARTED AND IT REALLY STINKS.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/19071261594</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/19071261594</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 12:25:39 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm just done. No more.</title><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16965067374</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16965067374</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 23:15:58 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>You know what?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;FUCK YOU, PRICK.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16339269760</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16339269760</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:46:21 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8230;I think I&amp;#8217;m about to go cut myself again. Mhmmm:&amp;#8217;(</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;I think I&amp;#8217;m about to go cut myself again. Mhmmm:&amp;#8217;(&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16273631228</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/16273631228</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 22:31:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Last day/night of Christmas break,</title><description>&lt;p&gt;and all I wanted was for you to be next to me&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/15177179450</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/15177179450</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 02:51:51 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>this is embarrassing.. but i get a free bottle every time someone buys one at mangoaff725(dõt)com and these things work better than crack. i friggin lost 15lbs in 2 weeks.. try them. they seriously work like crazy.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13851718430</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13851718430</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:32:40 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>You're trying my patience.</title><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13615398603</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13615398603</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 18:56:02 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Where did you get your hope necklace? And I hope things get better&lt;3</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My madre bought it for meee. I had it for so long and then I lost it at the airport this summer.:(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you!&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13490180896</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13490180896</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 22:37:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I want my hope necklace, right now...:(</title><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13427460031</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13427460031</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 17:25:20 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Sooo you deleted Shaylee and Brooklynn,</title><description>&lt;p&gt;whoop-dee-doooo. Awsum. k00l. gr8. That sure proved me, right? hah.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13339178555</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13339178555</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 00:22:04 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I have emotions, who would have guessed? Shocker.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have emotions, who would have guessed? Shocker.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13103416496</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/13103416496</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:44:37 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Well?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Still waiting, but I can&amp;#8217;t wait much longer.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12825741650</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12825741650</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:27:05 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>My heart aches.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;After all this madness, I just can&amp;#8217;t believe this happened. I can&amp;#8217;t go on crying, but inside I&amp;#8217;m dying.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12228984937</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12228984937</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 21:57:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I was sooo close to punching Dakota.</title><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12213246029</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12213246029</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 16:39:36 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm very jealous..I'm not quite sure where to begin. I'm thinking of keeping my hair up all the time.. in a towel or something</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve seen a lot of different strategies on youtube and etc. You can try putting socks on your hands, wrapping a towel around your head (like you mentioned)… I personally don’t really pick at my scalp, rather, I pick my eyelashes and eyebrows; so I don’t have all to many suggestions for the scalp, I’m sorry.D:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12022587142</link><guid>http://deardiary-notetoself.tumblr.com/post/12022587142</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 23:02:54 -0600</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
