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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:pleasedontwakeup.blog.co.uk,2009-11-23:/</id><title>Please don't wake up, I don't want to die</title><link rel="self" href="http://pleasedontwakeup.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pleasedontwakeup.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-23T08:05:57+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:pleasedontwakeup.blog.co.uk,2008-06-08:/2008/06/08/why-do-we-do-what-we-do-4289332/</id><title>Why do we do what we do?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pleasedontwakeup.blog.co.uk/2008/06/08/why-do-we-do-what-we-do-4289332/"/><author><name>bobbireece</name></author><published>2008-06-08T17:47:01+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:00:05+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;This is supposed to be the beginning of things. The rebirth.&lt;br&gt;
So why do I feel so sad?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why did I wake up this morning with tears on my cheek?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why do I feel so damn &lt;em&gt;hollow&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I know there was never any intentional vindictiveness in what you did. You did what you do. What you always do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I always knew it would end up the way it has. It was there in your eyes from day one. I saw it back then, but I guess I was too afraid to admit it. Or face it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But face it I must, and face it I will, some day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just not today.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Not yet.
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