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		<title>I Dislike Snails</title>
		<description>I always wondered what the point of a snail is? Why are they here, apart from to make me miserable and frightened with their scary eye things that pop in and out of their heads and their gooey bodies making a mess everywhere. Everything in life has to have a ...</description>
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		<title>Parenting - Part Two</title>
		<description>So my other post I was feeling pretty down about the lack of having a father on Father's Day. But yesterday something else got me thinking. I visited back to Somerset for a week and was chatting to my sister about how our mum has never really been very sympathetic. ...</description>
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		<title>Happy Fathers Day I guess?</title>
		<description>Well yeah. Fathers Day has never been a big thing to me. Mothers Day I used to go all out with goodies and breakfast in the mornings. When I lived with my mum I would try to help out as much as I could be bothered too (yes, I was ...</description>
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		<title>The Mystery of Bird Poop</title>
		<description>Okay I've been thinking the past few days about how many birds fly above your head in your lifetime. So surely you have a huge chance of at least once, being pooped on? Don't you think?

Knowing my general luck it's quite likely that I'll be pooped on when I'm getting ...</description>
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		<title>The End Hurts&#8230;</title>
		<description>Yeah. The end of a relationship is the hardest thing to deal with. Especially when it's someone you planned to spend your life with.

Especially when it's all your fault.

Update: So er.. sorted things through. Still not great. Having a month apart. Time for me to move into my new place. ...</description>
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		<title>I forgot to post again!</title>
		<description>Damn me and my forgetful mind. I seriously did completely forget about my blog for a while. Though I've had other things on my mind, I still should have updated to let you know I was okay. Which I am. In fact I'm pulling along quite well. Sam and I ...</description>
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		<title>A Big Thankyou</title>
		<description>I'd like to say a huge thank you to everyone who posted a comment on my last entry. Your words were so kind and supportive, it really picked me up to know that people out there can understand. I must say the police really made me feel like I was ...</description>
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		<title>Life Is Hell Right Now</title>
		<description>I've been in the police station for hours upon end giving video statements and written statements. Telling my story over and over again. This isn't how I expected my first week of being 19 years old to turn out. I feel like my life is at a loose end right ...</description>
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		<title>Poor Blossom</title>
		<description>I forgot to mention that Blossom died on the weekend. Saturday morning I found her. She was only like 7 days in my care and I did everything to keep her comfortable. It doesn't seem right, but there we go. RIP Blossom :( Awww... poor hamster.

So anyway, annoyed right now! ...</description>
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		<title>Eight Years Today</title>
		<description>It's been eight years today since my stepfather, Sean died. He passed away from chronic alcoholism, knew he was going to die but chose not to change his ways. Still, eight years on I miss him. He meant the world to me, after never really having my real dad around ...</description>
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