<?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-901036518117955973</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:30:25.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just listen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-6882240147587282866</id><published>2012-01-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:12:51.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont you forget about me</title><content type='html'>i think this is kinda a wussy fear but i bet its a fear that a lot of people have. this fear is the fear of being forgotten. not having left behind something thing that people would look at and say "hey, that was the making of jake." im afraid i'll never reach that point where i can leave something behind. and mostly i want something that will last the ages. when life as we now it is gone and who ever is left be gaze upon it with all its glory and feel overcome with joy or love or whatever. i want to last. i want to live forever even when im gone and through with this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-6882240147587282866?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6882240147587282866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=6882240147587282866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/6882240147587282866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/6882240147587282866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-you-forget-about-me.html' title='dont you forget about me'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-844022807890041172</id><published>2011-12-30T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T04:04:28.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these dreams</title><content type='html'>i havent been able to sleep lately. ive been tossing and turning at night cuz i cant stop thinking of her. she's appearing in my dreams and no matter what happens in it, it keeps me from truly fall asleep. the happy dreams make me sad because i know it will never happen that way and the sad ones make me come back to reality and remember that i dont have her... its freakin 5 in the morning and i still cant sleep :p this kinda really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-844022807890041172?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/844022807890041172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=844022807890041172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/844022807890041172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/844022807890041172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-dreams.html' title='these dreams'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-2619147336919012838</id><published>2011-12-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:22:04.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. blue</title><content type='html'>so it looks like i'll never be lucky in love. i dont know what it is. they just cant see who i really am and just decide that im not worth it i guess. kind of sux really. like a lot a lot really. the thing is i still cant stop thinking about her. :p just why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-2619147336919012838?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2619147336919012838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=2619147336919012838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/2619147336919012838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/2619147336919012838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-blue.html' title='mr. blue'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-4080602862453206131</id><published>2011-11-22T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:50:04.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true faith</title><content type='html'>i think i've fallen in love. well not really. its more like i really really really like this girl. if i said i was in love with i'd feel kind of like a creeper. i hope that this will turn out good unlike its been for me my entire life :p the one thing that i didnt do wrong this time is that i finally had the guts to kiss her. lets just see how this goes. i really want this to work. i'll tell ya what happens when it happens but until then, chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-4080602862453206131?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4080602862453206131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=4080602862453206131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/4080602862453206131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/4080602862453206131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-faith.html' title='true faith'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-7625653697674325647</id><published>2011-10-24T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:42:49.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel better</title><content type='html'>i dont have a lot of time i think im finally over her. life goes on. the end :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-7625653697674325647?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7625653697674325647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=7625653697674325647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/7625653697674325647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/7625653697674325647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-days.html' title='i feel better'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-4077167667401155706</id><published>2011-10-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:43:49.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad world</title><content type='html'>people have always asked the question "what are you afraid of?" and i think i finally have an answer to that. its the fear of not know what the future hold. not knowing where im going or what im doing. but that brings up my next fear. that is having a predetermined future. having everything laid out for you and just having to follow orders. this is what i fear and this is what i have to live with every day... it could be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-4077167667401155706?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4077167667401155706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901036518117955973&amp;postID=4077167667401155706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/4077167667401155706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901036518117955973/posts/default/4077167667401155706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/10/fears.html' title='mad world'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-833949987582489878</id><published>2011-10-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:41:40.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all these things that i've done</title><content type='html'>everyone needs those moments in life where you just forget about everything. where nothing in the world matters. where there's nothing to look forward to. nothing to plan. not even a tomorrow to live for. just forget everythin and have a good time. tell a joke, have a laugh. do what ever you want. that's why im here. to let you have those moments and let go of everything that matters. to make you believe there's something left out of the ruins of your bitterness and despair that you call life.&lt;div 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done'/><author><name>jakobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823381877016176629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZtVwH8wQuo/TtrARSk22vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jOw6ZNNlmJs/s220/gut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901036518117955973.post-5239233611339916394</id><published>2011-10-08T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:23:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about a girl</title><content type='html'>i know for a fact that no one will be reading this and yet im still writing. im writing about how life basically sux. to me it seems like its everyone eltses faults but i still know deep down inside its only me. im going to blame everyone though so i guess it really doesnt matter. this post is about a girl.... a most wonderful girl who basically broke my heart. but not entirely. i met her first day of college and fell for her. i went head over heels. we danced and laughed and had so much fun. the one thing i forgot to do, or more like was too afraid to do, was kiss her. after about two weeks she started to distance herself from me. she'd always have an excuse to get away from me and i have no idea why. im still to afraid to ask her why. maybe i will  some day. i'll probably post something about it on here but once again no ones going to read this so why does it matter. so long and farewell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901036518117955973-5239233611339916394?l=jakemrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakemrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5239233611339916394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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