<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackenigma</id>
  <title>Black Enigma</title>
  <subtitle>There is no rest for the wicked</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Ian Cameron</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2004-09-21T07:00:57Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="4603298" username="blackenigma" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="Black Enigma"/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackenigma:1452</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/1452.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1452"/>
    <title>If Only I knew</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T06:59:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T07:00:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I cant sleep I tryed. I cant get the following thoughts off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am only holding on to him because he was my first boyfriend and he has been a good friend, the only guy I have ever been close to and living without him just seems weird to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could have told me this. Maybe she felt she couldnt. And I know I know ive hurt her in many ways and I apologize for not being perfect. But I hope she honestly thought I would never see this. Because now that I have I feel like I have been cut. Thank you for allowing me to read the truth about the way you feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the man I was.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackenigma:1195</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/1195.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1195"/>
    <title>The Notebook (movie) *continued*</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T06:25:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T06:38:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so Im now about half way through the movie. I cant finish it. Everytime I stop for a second to think while watching the movie I cry, and think about her.  I only wish it wasnt to late and I hadnt messed up so many times.  For once I wish I wouldnt mess everything up. I cant finish this movie. Im going to sleep now. Sleep something that doesnt come easy. Darkness and Fatigue please wrap me in your sweet arms and squeeze I wish no longer to be awake and think of her. Although I know sh'll haunt my dreams, maybe there I wont be a screw up.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackenigma:754</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/754.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=754"/>
    <title>The Notebook (movie)</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T05:50:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T05:50:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">An adaptation of the novel by Nicholas Sparks.  Nicholas Sparks is a great author who had another one of his books adapted to movie.  A great move starring Mandy Moore called "A walk to remember".  I have just started reading this book. However The notebook is another film that made me cry. I hate the way these movies make me feel.  I end up with some deep feelings that I can express to no one.  I wish I knew better ways to communicate my real feelings.  Even my aunt who I care for so deeply that it pains my own heart to see her dying I have problems communicating with. I can maintain no relationship with anyone, because I cant communicate with them. I wish I could.  I love. But I dont do it deeply enough perhaps.  Someone teach me to love like characters of Books and Movies.  Life needs to be easier, like the films and books. I ramble to much. Live journal may be unhealthy for me.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackenigma:310</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/310.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blackenigma.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=310"/>
    <title>disaster</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T04:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T04:33:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its all a disaster. i hope to live for no longer then required to accomplish the goals god has for planned for me that I am not yet aware of. I do not look forward to this life. perhaps the next will be better.</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
